A Miami Love Tale

Diamond Johnson

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 07 août 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781946789617
• Langue: English

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A Miami Love Tale
Thugs Need Luv Too


Diamond Johnson
© 2015
Published by Leo Sullivan Presents
www.leolsullivan.com


All rights reserved.
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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1. Imani

2. Nae

3. Breesha

4. Imani

5. Dontae

6. Imani

7. Rashard

8. Breesha

9. 12: 01 A.M

10. Imani

11. Imani

12. Breesha

13. 7:01 P.M

14. Sharice

15. Nae

16. Imani

17. Nae

18. Sincere

19. Sincere

20. Imani

21. Rashard

22. Imani

23. Breesha

24. Dontae

25. Imani

26. Nae

27. Breesha

28. Nae

29. Nae

30. Sincere

31. Sincere

32. Nae

33. Sincere

34. Imani

35. Imani

36. Sharice

37. Imani

38. Breesha

39. Nae

40. Rashard


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1

Imani

“M ani, its Friday night. Everybody is going to be at King of Diamonds tonight, why would you want to sit in the house by yourself?” my loud mouth, oldest cousin Breesha asked me, while she was standing in the bathroom doing her make-up.
“Breesha, for the millionth time, I have finals that I have to study for!” I exclaimed, never taking my eyes off my psychology textbook. It wasn’t that I was a boring person; I just had priorities in my life that I needed to fulfill before I decided to turn up at the club.
Before I go any further, let me introduce myself. My name is Imani Taylor Jones, but everybody calls me Mani for short. I’m 21 years old and I’m currently attending the University of Miami, seeking a degree in elementary Education. I’m 5’2, weighing 125 pounds soaking wet. I have honey-brown hair, which stops at the center of my back, and hazel eyes, and let’s not forget my beautiful, deep dimples that are planted in both of my cheeks. My skin is high yellow with not a blemish in sight. I’ll admit, I’m a beautiful girl, but there’s so much more to me than my beauty. I’m smart as hell and I know what I want in life. The one thing that I plan to do with my life is to go out there and receive an education, so that I can make both of my parents proud, especially my mother.
Growing up, life was pretty much perfect for me, because I had everything that a young girl could ask for. I was raised in a household with both parents living under the same roof, and I was the only child, which is explains why I’m so damn spoiled. My parents always made sure that I didn’t want for anything, but of course, I had to take care of my responsibility. Since I was in elementary school, I’ve always been a straight-A student. When I was younger, my mother was an elementary school teacher and when she would come home from work, I would help her grade her student’s assignments. It was then, at the age of ten, that I realized that when I grew up, I wanted to become a teacher just like my mom. Over the years, my mother has gotten her share of promotions. She’d been a school guidance counselor, school assistant principal, and the biggest accomplishment was when she became the new school principal at my old elementary school that I used to attend. Now my daddy, boy do I just love that man. He was an entertainment lawyer, and a damn good one at that. I never took interest in the whole law field, but that was my daddy’s passion. He loved his job and it made him happy.
My life revolves around me going to school 5 days a week. I could get a job if I wanted to, but my daddy doesn’t want me working, so he makes sure he leaves a good portion of money in my account every week. I feel like I’m too old to still be getting money from my daddy, but the way my class schedule is set up, I’m in any position to be working. School came first, and God knows that I didn’t need any distractions. On the weekends, I just stay home and study. I’m your typical 21-year-old that likes to hang out, party and turn up. My cousins always refer to me as a square, but I don’t think that of myself at all; I just think of it as me being well-grounded. I swear, I sometimes wonder how is it that me and Breesha, are related because I swear we act nothing alike.
My other cousin Nae, short for Brenae, was on her way over to go out with Breesha as well. The two of them were as thick as thieves. Nae was married though, to her husband Sincere, and they had a beautiful baby girl by the name of Janiya. Sincere and Nae had been married now for three years, but they have been together for as long as I can remember. On the other hand, Breesha was single and she lived her life, doing whatever the fuck she wanted to do. Breesha invested all of her time in her Boutique “Let’s Get Laid.” My cousin owned her own little spot down here and Miami, where she sold good quality hair. That was Breesha’s hustle that was how she was able to pay her bills. Now, on the weekends, my cousin was a whole different person. Her ass, along with Nae, liked to go out, get drunk, and just all around have a good time. Now, the reason why Breesha doesn’t have a man is because her ass is so fuckin mean and she lives by the motto, “niggas ain’t shit but hoes and tricks.” No matter how many niggas tried to talk to her, she just wasn’t having it. I guess she’s waiting to find herself the perfect man.
I glanced over at Breesha, standing in the mirror and fixing her hair, and I had to admit that my cousin was beautiful. Right now, she was rocking her hair in a feathered jet-black bob, which was cut layered in the back. She looked really different with her hair like that, because I was so used to seeing her with her long, pretty hair, stopping just above her ass. She wanted to try something new, so the other day, she went to the salon and had them give her a sew-in, that way she didn’t have to cut her real hair. I was really feeling this bob on my cousin, though. You could see the many tattoos of the butterflies that she had on her back, trailing up until they got to the nape of her neck. Breesha was standing 5’5, about 135 pounds, and her body was to die for. From her tiny waist to her nice plump derriere, my cousin was the shit. Her skin tone was high yellow, like mine and Nae’s.
“Mani, you know damn well if you didn’t have finals next week that you still wouldn’t have gone out with us!” Breesha chastised, coming from out of the bathroom and snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Why you want me to go anyway? So that I can drive y’all drunk asses home?” I asked Breesha, knowing that was the only reason why she wanted me to go with them.
Breesha laughed, “Whatever Mani, I’m not about to sit here and beg you.”
Five minutes later, there was a knock at the door and I knew it was Nae. Since Breesha was in the room getting dressed, I went downstairs to open the door for her. Nae was wearing a pretty ass Herve, all white bandage dress. On her feet was a pair of all white Christian Louboutin pumps, with colorful spikes around them. Her hair was parted down the middle, bone straight and stopping at the center of her back. Nae was beautiful as well, standing 5’4 with a banging ass body. Even after having a baby four years ago, you couldn’t even tell she gave birth because Nae kept her ass in the damn gym, making sure she stayed fit for her husband. Nae is what you called a stay-at-home wife. Her husband didn’t want her working for shit, so she didn’t have anything else to do but to spend her husband’s money and make sure everything was taken care of on the home front. Don’t get me wrong now, Nae’s ass wanted to work so bad, but her husband wasn’t having that shit at all, with his over protective ass.
“You not going out with us, Mani? Breesha said you was coming,” Nae said, walking inside the house after giving me a hug.
“Breesha lied, no I’m not going,” I said, closing the door behind her. We headed upstairs, and Breesha was slipping on her all-white pants romper.
“Breesha, why you lied and said Mani was coming with us?” Nae said laughing, taking a seat on the bed.
“I really thought she was going to come, that’s why. Why you got here so early, I told you to come at 9,” Breesha said, looking at the clock on her nightstand and seeing that it was only 8.
“I had to hurry up and get dressed and drop the baby off at my Mom’s house. You know damn well my husband would have flipped if he knew that I was going to the club tonight,” Nae said.
Laughing, Breesha asked, “So when you come home tonight, where you going to tell him you went, because you know he going to ask. He gon’ be able to tell you went to the club too, with this dress you got on.”
“I got change of clothes in my car. I told him I was coming over here