A Miami Love Tale 2

Diamond Johnson

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 22 août 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781946789631
• Langue: English

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A Miami Love Tale 2
Thugs Need Luv Too


Diamond Johnson
Contents



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Acknowledgments

Authors Note


1. Rashard

2. Imani

3. Breesha

4. Nae

5. Breesha

6. Sharice

7. Imani

8. Rashard

9. Imani

10. Nae

11. Sincere

12. Nae

13. Imani

14. Imani

15. Sharice

16. Bria

17. Dontae

18. Dontae

19. Two weeks later

20. Five minutes later

21. Imani

22. Dontae

23. Dontae

24. Breesha

25. 10:06 p.m

26. Nae

27. 12:45 a.m

28. Nae

29. Imani

30. Rashard

31. Bria

32. Breesha

33. Sharice

34. Breesha

35. 2 hours later

36. Dontae


To Be Continued…

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
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Acknowledgments

First off, I would like to thank God for even giving me the ability to have the talent of writing. I believe in Philippians 4:13, “I can do all things through Christ Jesus who strengthens me.” There were times when I didn’t want to continue writing this book because I didn’t think it would be good enough. I started working on ‘I Choose You’ in January, 2014 and ended up stopping due to school. Honestly, I pushed myself so hard to finish this book and to finally have it out. I won’t say that it was an easy journey because Lord knows that it wasn’t.
To my amazing parents, thank you for believing in me as well and for not doubting me when I came to you guys with the idea of writing my very own book. I love you guys so much.
To my sisters that supported me with the idea of finally putting my writing skills to good use.
And lastly, to my readers, I hope you all enjoy this book as much I enjoyed writing it. I’m doing this for you guys. Keep a look out for Diamond Johnson, this is only the beginning, I have so much up my sleeve for you guys.

“Keep in mind that I’m an artist

And I’m sensitive about my shit.”
Erykah Badu
Authors Note

First off, let me start by saying that this series is a re-release of my older books, the “A Miami Love Tale” series. I was given the opportunity to have Leo Sullivan publish me and of course I jumped at the opportunity. I believe you guys will enjoy this book because I took my time and gave it my all. I hope you all enjoy.
- Diamond Johnson
1

Rashard

I know for a fact that Imani wasn’t crazy enough to go behind my back and abort my seed without even telling me. I’m standing here in the middle of the bedroom shocked as fuck. I had to say a quick prayer so that I didn’t choke the shit out of this girl once she came from out of the shower. I swear to God, if Imani killed my baby, I’m fuckin done with her ass. Imani and I were best friends before we were anything else, so if she was having thoughts about killing a nigga’s baby, all she had to do was talk to me. Of course, I wasn’t going to agree with the idea; I would have given her all the pros of us having a baby together. When Imani first told me she was pregnant, I could tell that she wasn’t happy about the situation but later on down the line, she wasn’t showing me any signs that she wasn’t trying to have my baby, so I’m confused as hell on why this pamphlet to an abortion clinic is in her damn purse!
Imani walked out of the bathroom with her red terrycloth towel wrapped around her body, and her hair pulled up into a high bun. She was sporting a smile on her face, as if she didn’t have a care in the world, but as soon as she noticed the scowl on my face, she stopped smiling and walked over to me.
“Baby, what’s wrong, why you looking like that?” she asked, wrapping her damp arms around my neck. I gently pushed her off me, and she looked at me with confused eyes.
“Shard baby, what’s wrong?” she asked after noticing the death look that I was giving her ass.
I reached down in her purse and threw her the pamphlet to the women’s clinic. She bent down to pick it up and when she stood completely up, I grabbed her by the front of her towel and slammed her roughly into the wall.
“Tell me you ain’t go and do some fucked up shit like that!” I barked at her.
She looked at me with tears falling from her eyes, and I hoped that those tears didn’t confirm what I was hoping wasn’t true. I hope those tears weren’t about to be justified by her telling me that she went and did the unthinkable.
“No baby, I didn’t,” she cried.
“So what the fuck you got that shit in your purse for then if you didn’t go and do the shit?” I barked, making the grip that I had on her towel even tighter.
She didn’t answer me; she just stood there with tears dropping down her face. For some reason, I didn’t know whether or not I believed her, so we were about to go take a trip. She wasn’t explaining her self or anything, so that had me feeling that she went ahead and did it, and the only reason why she wasn’t saying anything was because she was scared.
“Put on some clothes, let’s go,” I said, walking away from her.
“Go where?” she asked me, wiping the tears from her face.
“Until I find out what’s going on, don’t ask me shit, Imani. Now hurry the fuck up,” I said.
I walked inside my closet and threw on my gray Nike joggers and a white V-neck, with my white and gray Nike slides. I grabbed my keys and wallet from off my dresser and jogged downstairs to my white 2015 Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat. I waited in the car for about another fifteen minutes, and Imani came strolling out of the house. She had on her big frame Tom Ford sunshades, and I knew it was to hide them bullshit ass crocodile tears she was shedding. She got in the car, and I sped off to Memorial hospital. The whole drive there, there wasn’t any conversation between the two of us because I had the radio on full blast, basically letting her ass know that I didn’t want to talk to her.
Ten minutes later, we were pulling into the parking garage and once I found a place to park, I shut the car off.
“Why are we here Rashard?” she asked me, turning in her seat to face me.
“Didn’t I tell you don’t ask me shit?” I asked, grilling her.
She sucked her teeth and got out of the car, and slammed the door. I walked ahead of her into the main entrance of the hospital and walked over to the hospital map hanging on the wall. I found that the women’s health care clinic was on the 5 th floor. We got on the elevator and rode it up in complete silence. When the doors eventually opened, I walked all the way down to suite number 506, with Imani right on my heels. I opened the door and there was a few patients in the waiting room. Imani sat down while I walked over to the lady at the front desk.
“Hello, sir, how may I help you today?” she asked me.
“Hey, my girl doesn’t have an appointment or anything, but I was wondering if she could come and get a checkup. She’s pregnant,” I told her. Shit, I honestly didn’t know if her ass was pregnant or not.
“Well sir, we operate by appointment only. Is she having pain, spotting, or anything? It has to be an emergency,” she said.
“She’s having pain,” I lied. She damn sure was going to be experiencing some pain though, if my seed wasn’t still in there.
“Okay sir and what’s her name?” she asked, typing into the computer.
“Imani Jones,” I told her. She typed it up on the computer and stared at me.
“Okay, I see her. Imani’s been here before with us a few times, so she doesn’t need to fill out paperwork or anything. You can go have a seat, and the doctor should be with you soon,” she told me.
I walked over and sat next to Imani. I was thinking to myself, what the fuck did that bitch mean when she said Imani has been here a few times . I put my hand on her thigh and squeezed it. I couldn’t act a fool in this white ass doctor’s office, because they would take my black ass to jail, but God knows I wanted to reach across and strangle Imani’s ass up. Fuckin sec