Loving You Without Limits 2

Diamond Johnson

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 08 avril 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781946789761
• Langue: English

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Loving You Without Limits 2


Diamond Johnson
© 2018
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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Contents



1. Rodney Wiggins

2. Troy Washington

3. Rodney Wiggins

4. Eva Vasquez

5. Maurice Boyd

6. Abdulla “Get em” McCoy

7. Rodney Wiggins

8. Ivory Davis

9. Maurice Boyd

10. Eva Vasquez

11. Troy Washington

12. Deqavious Cruz

13. Rodney Wiggins

14. Eva Vasquez

15. Maurice Boyd

16. Rodney Wiggins

17. Troy Washington

18. Eva Vasquez

19. Rodney Wiggins


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1

Rodney Wiggins

“D addyyyy!” I heard my son scream my name like his life depended on it as gunfire continued to erupt back to back.
I swear, it felt like I was back in foster care, looking out the window of the room that I shared with three other boys on the Fourth of July as we listened to fireworks. I was aware of the fact that the area I lived in wasn’t the best, but right now, I had to get what I could afford for my child. Now, here I was, running over to Rodney Jr., throwing him to the ground, and slouching behind bushes as my body stayed mounted on top of his so that none of the bullets would pierce his body. At the end of the day, I was his protector and all the bulletproof vest that he would ever need. It was my duty to make sure that none of these bullets went through him.
When I first heard the shots ring out, I assumed that my son was shot, judging from the way that he screamed. Thankfully, it was just his fears because I could feel his body, and no harm had been done to him. At least not any physical harm. Emotionally, he may be scarred for a little while, but if we made it through this shootout, I just hoped and prayed that the two of us would be able to move on from this.
Almost five minutes later, the shooting had finally ceased, and it didn’t take them long to pull out. I lifted my head up and looked around. About seven bodies belonging to people who were just posted up on the side of the apartment building when we pulled up, now lay scattered on the concrete. My son was under me crying and screaming at the top of his lungs. I finally picked him up and carried him into the house. The groceries would just have to wait because my main priority was to calm him down.
“I want to go back to Coach and Alex’s house. I don’t want to stay here! I don’t want to stay here!” my son kept saying the moment we made it into the apartment.
He took a seat in the living room as he raised his shirt to wipe his handsome face. His mouth was still blue from the candy that he was eating, and his face was so distraught that it seemed like he had just seen a ghost or something. Hearing my son talk about how he wanted to go back to Coach’s house, I couldn’t help but feel that I’d failed him.
I walked over to him, wiped away his tears, and like the father that I was, I kissed his forehead. I don’t know about a lot of these other men out here, but I wasn’t afraid or too much of a man to show love to my son. I hugged my son every day and told him how much I loved him because I felt that he needed it just as much as daughters needed that type of love.
“I promise, I’m going to get us out of here. Mark my words son, shit is about to change. Coach and I had a talk, and I’m going to be working down at the gym now. Coach handed me over his position, so I’m going to be training young men like you who want to go to the NFL one day,” I told him.
The crying eventually stopped, but the sniffling was still there. RJ had a look of pride on his face, and I could tell that the news I had revealed to him was helping him to calm down and get his mind off the shooting that had just taken place.
“So, no more leaving at night to go and clean? Like, you’re going to be a football coach now or something?” he asked, moving his long hair out of his face.
I laughed at his question, and then I stood up and sat next to him on the couch.
“No more cleaning. Not really a coach, more like a trainer,” I told him, and he nodded his head in understanding.
“What’s your plan, Dad?” he asked me.
It took me a minute to answer his question because if anything, I was surprised that a ten-year-old was even asking me that. At times, when I held conversations with my son, I couldn’t help but feel like I was talking with an adult. I don’t really think he gets it when I tell him that I believe that he’s been here before. He was just too smart to not have been. Before I answered his question, I ran my hand down my face and gave him a serious look.
“When I stopped playing football, I really didn’t have a plan. I knew that I had you, so I had to come up with something in order to provide for you. It’s no secret that I’ve been to jail before, which caused me to be absent in your life. Coach and Alex had to pick up my slack and help raise you. Being around you every day, the main goal is to get off my ass, so I never have to give anyone the satisfaction of raising my son. Whatever I do, I want to be great at it. I don’t have to be rich, but I want to be wealthy. I want to be able to provide for you because, in my childhood, nobody ever provided me with shit. I also want to instill other options in you. You say you want to play ball, but let’s say that dream doesn’t work out, I want to hear your plan B. I never had a plan B, which is why I was stuck for so many years. So, what is it?” I asked, looking into his eyes.
“Sometimes you talk about the things that you went through in foster care, but you don’t always go into detail about it. Whatever happened, I know it was bad. I would probably want to open other foster cares homes where the children are treated better. Whatever I do, Dad, I’m going to make you proud,” he told me.
I really had to sit there and force back tears so I wouldn’t look like a big ass baby in front of my child. That’s just the way he was; he had a heart of gold, and he’s always loved me, even when there was a time that I didn’t even love myself. Nothing else really needed to be said at this point. I hugged him one last time, and then he went to the back to take a shower because he needed to get ready for school in the morning.
As soon as he finished showering, he kicked it out front in the living room with me for a little while until I told him to go on back to the room and go to sleep.
When I heard him lightly snoring in the bed, I used that opportunity to head back outside and bring the groceries in the house. It took me two trips, and once I had everything inside, I made sure the door was locked. While I put the groceries where they needed to be, I thought about Eva. Eva and her good smelling and good tasting pussy. I didn’t know what type of voodoo her pretty ass put on me with her juices, but I couldn’t get that smell nor that taste from out of my mind.
Yes, I wanted to eventually slide my dick into her and hear her tell me that she felt me in her stomach, but I also wanted to taste it again. I had visuals of the way she climaxed, memories of the way she screamed my name as her body shook, and pussy juices still on my taste buds from last night. The way I felt about Eva, I’d never in my life felt like that about another person, not even Troy when I thought I loved her.
My heart was so fragile, though, because I had pretty much been getting it broken since I came into this world, so I could only hope that Eva liked me just as much as I liked her. I wouldn’t be able to stand another woman putting me through the fucked up shit that Troy had put me through.
2

Troy Washington

“W ho the fuck was that nigga, Troy? He’s showing DNA copies and shit, so you obviously know that nigga from somewhere. You got on birth control because you tell me all the time how much you hate kids, so I just know that you don’t have a fuckin’ kid out here somewhere that you not telling me about! Bitch, open your mouth and fuckin’ answer me before I slap the shit out of your stupid ass!” Get’Em yelled as he pulled me by the front of my shirt and looked at me with dark eyes.
I swear, his eyes didn’t hold any type of feelings. His face was contorted, and I was no longer looking at him as the handsome guy that I thought he was. Instead, he resembled a monster right now. I honestly didn’t know what this thing was that Get’Em and I had going on, but I did know that he comes to my home just about every night, fucks me, and holds me in his arms and tells me how much he ‘cares’ about me. I did know that he’s made it known that I didn’t need to be entertaining any other niggas, but I also knew that he was still out there fuckin’ hoes.
I guess, we just had a weird ass relationship, but it really wasn’t much of a title, and we’d been doing this for a few months. He honestly didn’t know that much about me, aside fro