The Most Savage Love

Porscha Sterling

Sujets

• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 04 octobre 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781946789440
• Langue: English

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This PORSCHA STERLING book is being published by
LEO SULLIVAN PRESENTS, LLC
5600 Spalding Drive
#924043
Norcross, GA 30010
Copyright © 2016 by Porscha Sterling
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the Publisher, except brief quotes used in reviews.
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Cover Designer: Marion Designs
Contents



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

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

A Glimpse of Part 2


Note From Porscha Sterling

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Synopsis

Juicy Kim had a hard life growing up. Being the only daughter of a prostitute, she's constantly been pushed to do things that she should have had no part in. When an opportunity arises for her to get enough money to leave home and start her own life, she jumps at it...even though it means she'll have to risk her life by robbing Chi and Sin, two up and coming players in the dope game. But when Chi discovers her in the middle of the robbery gone wrong, her entire life changes.
Chi, the wild child...the craziest of the Savage twins, is a strong believer of the motto 'live fast, die young'. His flashy style gave him the name Chicago, but his savage personality won over Juicy's heart. But although Chi knows that Juicy is a woman like none other he's met, he can't let go of his past ways. Chance, Chi's ex, is one part of his past that he can't be without but he also can't stop the fast living, party lifestyle that he loves more than life itself. Will his unwillingness to calm down cost him more than he really wants to give?
Sin is the quiet, more reserved twin. The oldest of the two, Sin has no problem playing the background and letting Chi do his thing. But Sin has a real issue when it comes to Chi's treatment of Juicy. With Chi jumping in and out of Juicy's life, it often leaves Sin as the one that she turns to when she needs someone she can trust. But when their relationship makes a turn into a direction that neither one of them suspected, no one is prepared for the outcome. What will happen when Juicy is forced to choose?
1
My first love

I was attracted to Omar from the beginning.
He seemed older than me by a few years… maybe he was twenty-one. But he looked like he had it going on; he was sexy, had a nice car, nice clothes and clean teeth. As I watched him, I imagined that I could be his girl; like one of those women on the reality TV shows who did nothing but looked good and had a man who took good care of them for doing it. Then, maybe I could create a fashion line or buy a clothing store… do something just to pass the time because I had a man who made sure I didn’t worry about a thing.
At first glance, I could tell Omar was paid just from his stance. He stood like he owned the world, and everyone around him believed it too; you could see it in their eyes. He had a low-cut fade and his neck was laced to the max with thick gold chains. He had on designer clothing that looked brand spanking new, and he was wearing some sneakers that I hadn’t even known were released yet.
“Wow…” I whispered the first time I saw him as I looked at him standing on the side of a building not far from my best friend, Meeki’s apartment.
I had gone a different way than normal from her house to mine so that I could avoid some girls I recognized from school.
He was fine, but I knew there was no way I could pull him. He looked like the type who went for models and video girls with big ole butts, perfect white teeth and nice clothes. Not someone like me.
Every day, I walked that way from Meeki’s house to mine, and then sat in the cut and watched Omar. I had a high school crush on someone I barely knew. I was mesmerized with everything about him; how he moved, how he wore his clothes, the way he interacted with his friends. I watched him so hard that after a few weeks, I knew his schedule like the back of my hand. The more I watched him, the more I was intrigued by the type of man he was and how he operated and made moves like he did. Everyone seemed to respect him. He always seemed like he was just chilling on the block, but I had long ago learned to figure people out by watching them, and I knew better.
Omar was making money moves without letting it be known that was what he was doing. I didn’t know how he was getting it done at first, but, eventually, I was on to the game because every now and then I would see the exchange of what was either dope or cash, always in large bags. He had it down to a tee, and unless you were looking for it, you wouldn’t even know it was happening.
He seemed like he was all about his money, and even though he was nice to the women who tried to get his attention, he didn’t bite. I’d watched plenty of females bounce their asses in front of him, and all they’d been able to achieve was a slight nod of his head. He had a goal, and he was focused on achieving it. I wanted to be his goal. I wanted him to be focused on me.
One day, my spot in the cut that I usually sat at to watch Omar was taken so I couldn’t sit and watch him. Instead, I walked on by toward my apartment, but dragged my feet, walking slowly and stealing glances along the way. Then I saw a woman pull up in a shiny red Corvette. She was beautiful with cocoa brown skin and high cheek bones. She walked over to him, swishing her round hips from side-to-side, showing off her tiny waist, and he smiled at her. They embraced and I felt like my heart broke for the first time. I had it bad for a man that I didn’t even know.
I didn’t realize that I’d stopped walking and was standing there staring with a look of devastation on my face until the girl turned to get back in her car, and Omar’s eyes fell on me. My face blushed red under my cocoa-colored skin. I tried to walk away, but his stare kept my feet planted firmly on the ground.
“What’s your name?” he said, his question stunning me to the point that I nearly jumped five feet in the air.
“Uhm…”
“Uhm? That your name?” He laughed, showing off his perfect teeth and I blushed again.
He had a roughness about him that was sexy. I started to get a feeling in my stomach and between my legs that I’d never felt before as I looked at him and tried to keep my cool.
“No… my name is Juicy,” I told him, and I got the reaction that normally came when I told anyone my name.
His eyes widened in shock and then he frowned a little with a smirk on his face as if he were waiting for me to tell him it was a joke.
“Juicy?”
I nodded. “Yes, Juicy. That’s my real name.”
“Okay, Juicy. Do you think it’s a good idea to be all in people business like that? Watchin’ them and shit?” he asked as he sat back on his all-black old school Mustang that was fully restored and clean as hell. I couldn’t help but imagine how nice it would be to sit down on the cool, leather seats.
“Now, what if my girl hada got an attitude and snapped on your ass for bein’ all up in our shit? Then what?” he said with a smirk.
“That wasn’t your girl,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.
“Oh yeah?” he asked with one brow raised as he peered at me. “How you know that?”
“Because I saw you place that bag in her hand when y’all kissed. And I saw her stick the cash in your pocket with her other hand. You sold her somethin’. If she was your girl, she would’ve got it for free,” I answered him with confidence.
Omar cut his eyes at the few men who stood around where we were, but not close enough to hear our conversation, before he returned his focus back to me. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he pulled up one hand and ran a solitary finger down the thin line of his goatee as he stared at me with thin, squinted eyes without saying a word.
My breathing slowed and my lust for him grew as I watched the way he scrutinized me, but I reminded myself over and over again that he was just something to look at. Someone I could admire, but couldn’t have, so I didn’t need to get too wrapped up in him.
“How long you been watchin’ me?” he asked.
I looked down at my feet, embarrassed at being found out. Or was I? Maybe he was just guessing?
“Just a few days…” I said as I kicked dirt around with my foot, creating a ball of dust that eventually settled on the top of my filthy toes.
“Tell me what you know,” he said finally. His deep baritone might as well have been speaking directly to my pussy lips because they started to throb in response to his voice.
“Not much,” I said with a shrug. But he looked at me like he knew I was lying.
“Well… I know you wear green a lot,” I admitted, wrinkling up my nose like I was r