Keisha & Trigga

Leo Sullivan, Porscha Sterling

Sujets

• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 13 août 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781946789372
• Langue: English

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© 2018
Published by Leo Sullivan Presents

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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Synopsis


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22


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Synopsis

Forever the good girl, Keisha can't help that she has an attraction for bad boys.
When Keisha meets Lloyd AKA Black, a rich street king who ruthlessly runs Atlanta and everything in it, she has no problem shedding her good girl image to be his ride or die. But there is one problem---his wife Dior who Lloyd is NOT divorcing although he tells Keisha a different story. After a turn of events that almost ends in bloodshed for Lloyd and Dior at her hands, Keisha swears to never do coke again, goes back to the stripclub, and takes back her job as a bartender. And it is there that she meets Trigga...
Trigga is a boss with an attitude. He's all business and making money but he has a mean, sexy swag that makes him effortlessly attract women. One night, he sees Keisha, but he's not there for pleasure...he's there for business. And his business involves putting a bullet straight through Lloyd's skull. What he soon finds is that Lloyd won't be an easy mark and one mistake ends up placing him and Keisha in the hospital fighting for their lives. When Trigga wakes up, the first person on his mind is Keisha--the woman he met who he now feels obligated to protect. And Kiesha is all too ready to allow him to do so as long as she can keep her best kept secrets regarding Lloyd underwraps.
Love and betrayal sometimes fall hand in hand. But when you fall in love in the streets, you can guarantee that betrayal will soon come. This isn't the typical 'good girl meets thug' tale. This is classic romance meets thug love and it will leave you wanting more.
1

K eisha snaked her leg around Lloyd’s long, muscular body as she rubbed on his chiseled chest. The morning sun was teasing her eyelids as it pierced its rays through her silk curtains. Yawning, she nestled her head in the crook of Lloyd’s neck and tried to enjoy a few minutes more being curled up next to her man as he slept peacefully.
Lloyd Evans was the epitome of what Keisha wanted in a man. Physically, he couldn’t get no sexier. He stood at 6’4 and had the body of a basketball star with celebrity swag. There wasn’t a bitch on Earth that he couldn’t pull and she knew it, but he told Keisha every single day that he only had eyes for her. His dark chocolate skin was the reason for his street name, Black, and it didn’t matter whom you spoke that name to, from the mayor to the crackhead, everyone knew who Black was. His Dominican maternal lineage gave him a faint accent, but he got his looks and cold demeanor from his father; a Jamaican goon who was as black as they came.
A blinking light caught Keisha’s eye right before she was about to fall into a peaceful slumber and it jarred her fully awake.
His wife… Keisha thought to herself with disdain. She felt her body tense as the screen on his phone glowed continuously. Noting the shift in her embrace, Lloyd began stirring awake, which further annoyed her as she grew angrier with each second.
Dior Mitchell-Evans was the only black spot in Keisha’s otherwise blemish-free relationship. When she first met Lloyd at Pink Lips , a strip club where she had been working as a bartender, he wasn’t wearing a ring on his finger and didn’t mention that he was married. After hearing Keisha drone on for weeks demanding to know why he always had to leave in the middle of the night and never stayed over, he finally told her the dirty truth. He was married to his high school sweetheart. Hurt by his revelation, Keisha threatened to break things off immediately, until he pulled out a stack of papers; divorce papers that he had been planning to have served to Dior as soon as he got a chance to get the financial details finalized.
Keisha swallowed her pride and reluctantly took him back, promising herself that she wasn’t weak, but was actually doing her duty as a loyal woman who was willing to stay with her man until he got his shit together. Lloyd, happy as hell that she decided to stick it out with him, bought her a car, moved her into his condo, and gave her a monthly stipend, demanding that she never work at Pink Lips again.
It wasn’t that she couldn’t pull another baller because she could. With her smooth caramel complexion, light eyes and long straight hair that she kept cut in layers, she resembled a young Jada Pinkett-Smith, but she had the body of Nicki Minaj; thin in the waist, but fat in the ass. She could pull anybody walking in the club and she wasn’t even on the stripper pole. But the fact was that she wanted Lloyd and, even though they had only been together about a year, she was caught up.
“Shit…what time is it?” Lloyd groaned as his eyes flickered open. Shifting in the bed, he nudged Keisha’s leg from around him and sat up suddenly. “Fuck!” he yelled out, grabbing his phone from the nightstand next to him. “Why the hell didn’t you wake me up?”
Frowning her face at his profile as he angrily scrolled through his phone, Keisha sat up next to him and pulled the covers up over her large, caramel breasts.
“What do you mean?” she huffed at him with a confused look on her face. She leaned over to the nightstand on her side of the bed and snorted up the rest of the lines that had been left from the night before. Wiping her nose in the crook of her arm, she waited for the high to overtake her as she watched Lloyd frown while continuing to go through his phone.
She didn’t understand what the problem was. He never stayed over at her spot, so why did it matter that he did for one night? When Lloyd had fallen asleep after going at it for over four hours straight, she didn't bother to wake him. They snorted some coke together, then fucked the night away. After experiencing one of the best highs she’d had since he got her hooked a short time after they’d first met, she passed out right beside him. Him running home to Dior never crossed her mind and why should it? He was about to divorce her anyways, so Dior was already working with borrowed time .
“What I mean is that you know I don’t fuckin’ sleep over here.” Lloyd stood up and started pulling on his clothes as Keisha watched him with her thick lips poked out in a small pout.
Lloyd ignored her as he gathered up the rest of his things and prepared to leave the luxury condo that he’d bought a few months back to stash her at. He didn’t pay attention to her as she sat fuming at the foot of the bed watching him with her arms crossed because he knew she wasn’t gonna do shit. Keisha was a good girl when he met her and he could see that right up front. But she was also a freak in disguise and he could tell that too. A little coke and a few drinks was all she had needed to turn right into the crazy, sexy chick he had needed her to be.
Keisha O’Neal was only 5’5 and her height wasn’t the only thing that was a sharp contrast from the woman he had chosen to be his wife, who stood like a supermodel at 5’11. Like Dior, Keisha was a hood chick, but she was the quiet type who played her position and didn’t give him any problems.
Dior, on the other hand, was the type to take off her $750 heels and pop a bitch in the mouth just on principle. She was a wild card, but she held Lloyd down when he was broke as hell and trying to come up. Back in the day, it wasn’t nothing for her to slide a few baggies of coke up her pussy just to make sure that her nigga didn’t catch a case. She was the definition of a down ass bitch, but she was also the definition of a crazy bitch, which was why he was trying to slide out of Keisha’s spot as soon as possible. Dior knew too much about him for him to cross her and from the texts she’d sent, she was on the rampage.
“A’ight, I’m about to get up out of here,” Lloyd told her as he looked at her from the living room. He flashed a sexy smile that showed off his bottom row of gold teeth and pulled his black hoodie around his shoulders. “What? You got attitude?” He flicked his tongue at her as he teased her. Keisha fought the smile that was teasing the sides of her lips.
“Hmph,” she grunted, lifting her nose indignantly in the air. The subtle mov