A Dopeboy Stole My Heart 2

Nat Love

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 27 septembre 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648543630
• Langue: English

Extrait

© 2019
Published by Elite Publications
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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.
Contents



1. Robby

2. Michelle

3. Sanaa

4. Slim

5. Robby

6. Michelle

7. Slim

8. Robby

9. Sanaa

10. Robby

11. Sanaa

12. Slim

13. Michelle

14. Robby

15. Klay

16. Sanaa

17. Slim

18. Calista

19. Michelle

20. Robby

21. Sanaa

22. Slim

23. Klay

24. Calista

25. Michelle

26. Robby

27. Sanaa

28. Klay

29. Slim

30. Calista

31. Michelle

32. Robby

33. Sanaa

34. Slim

35. Michelle

36. Klay

37. Robby

38. Sanaa

39. Calista

40. Slim

41. Michelle

42. Klay

43. Robby

44. Michelle

45. Sanaa

46. Robby

47. Klay

Epilogue


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I ’d been on cloud nine since I met up with Big Plug. I can’t believe my luck and I was grateful that niggas saw my real potential out here while I was grindin’. Big Plug told me that the only reason that he didn’t come for me sooner was because I was too hot back then and too hot headed. He also told me the shit about Michelle, which made sense. I understood why he did it too, because I couldn’t stand the cops, and I did the most in my teenage years.
I’m just glad for the come up now and that this nigga is the one that deals with the pigs, so I didn’t fucking have too. In just a few couple short weeks, I had flipped B Street into a money-making haven. We stuck with my ways, and my crew was legit as fuck. I didn’t have to throw nobody out and they all respected my intelligence. They really started believing me once they got their first bag which, by the way, only took two days to get. I knew that if I ever got some big shit and was able to do what I wanted with it; this would be the outcome. The best part about this was that I had to do nothing, and I meant NOTHING. I had money counters, lieutenants to watch over the crew, go-getters, trained killers, and we shut all that crackhead shit the fuck down.
Anybody who deals that has to take that shit up the street, because I stuck with my gut, which was the white girl in pure form. We were going to shut down the entire West, not the just the East. Big Plug didn’t even question my antics which was dope as fuck. None of the other commanders questioned shit and actually welcomed me with opened arms. Probably cus I made their pockets a little fatter sending all my clucks their way. I was glad I didn’t have no enemies, because shit was easy now especially at my level of success. I had a meeting with my white comrade and brought a couple of my killers with me, so that he knew exactly what would happen if he ever mentioned my name to anybody.
Big Plug may have the police locked over here in the East but those Westside police were on another level of bullshit, and I wasn’t getting locked up for no nigga, that’s for sure. I think I got across to the white boy more than I thought I would because he revealed to me that he was actually a practicing lawyer, and I put his ass on my crew. It was funny that his ass was a drug lawyer and did coke. He said he sold it to his other lawyer friends and even some of his cop friends. He said he had coke headed cops on his team, and we stripped his ass for wires and I had a tech savvy guy there at the meeting that went through his phone and we saw all the messages and shit that he sent out, which determined that he was telling the truth. I was excited to put his ass on my crew, but we still vowed that if the worst happened, he was going to go down by himself. I was pretty sure that we were safe, but I’d always rather be safe than sorry.



Sanaa and I were on good terms and I found myself falling for her ass more and more. I could actually see myself wifeing her ass and having kids; something I barely even thought about with Michelle’s ass. All we did was try our hardest to avoid having kids. I made her ass get on birth control when we were kids. She just wasn’t grown enough and instead of watching me, I was watching her, which is the difference between Sanaa and I’s relationship. Although she is one year older than me, she carries this grown woman vibe, and she has this infinite wisdom that puts me in a calm state. She has a real ass down to Earth vibe, which some people may call negative, but in reality, she is just a realist. She isn’t someone who takes what she can get, like Michelle; she has obtainable goals, and moves in strides that assist her in getting where she’s trying to be. I respect everything about her and enjoy everything about her. I don’t even care if I sound like a bitch.
That Monday we went to the clinic and got tested for everything together just like she wanted. I tested negative for everything, but Sanaa’s test for chlamydia came back positive. That was the first time I’d seen her upset and unhappy and truthfully, if me and that lame ass nigga, Slim, would have crossed paths at any time that day I could’ve murked his ass. I got my niggas on the look for his nasty ass once again, since he didn’t know how to keep his shit together. Sanaa was so upset about the findings that I made her spend the night with me that night and I held her close. I wanted her to know that regardless of what had happened in the past relationship, we were fresh and new and we were going to leave that shit in the past.
I also had let her know that the outcome could have been way worse and that she could’ve had one of the diseases that lived with her the rest of her life. All she had to do was drink this medicine mixed with water to get rid of the chlamydia. It was literally a one-day thing. Even though it was a one-day thing and she had been cured, we still hadn’t fucked yet, which confused me. I know she wanted to because we had come way too close many nights, and yet we still hadn’t done anything. Low-key it seemed as if she was still embarrassed or had some kind of trauma behind fucking now. I hate to sound like one of those, but trauma is one thing we don’t speak about in the hood. What traumatizes me, could be normal to you. Everyone is different.
This weekend I planned to take her to a Spa Hotel out West and we were going to make us some love. She had finally finished training and had a three-day weekend, so I was going to make our relationship official and we were going to go to the hotel. Michelle’s dumb ass had hit me up on her cousin’s Facebook apologizing again, asking me questions about my status and car, asking about Sanaa, and asking if we could get back together; all in one damn paragraph.
I thought it was funny that she was hanging with Sakora’s nasty, ratchet ass, especially since I had told her that Sakora was trying to fuck while we were together. In so many words, thae same day we got into it and I went to jail after going to her house. That girl is off the chain, and if she didn’t pick the right role model, she was going to sink fast. I told her she needed to mind her fucking business and check on the niggas that she was fuckin’. I didn’t fuck with them, but Klay told me in so many words that they were in full regret that they had fucked me over especially now because of our status, and we were eating. I thought about rappin’ with them because it was supposed to be bro’s over hoes, but I was past that situation, because my loyalty was taken for granted. I decided to keep them where they were at. I wasn’t worried about nobody fucking with me because in just a couple of weeks, my team was well established and well known. I wasn’t worried about nothin’.
I’d found a cute cheap, foreclosed two-bedroom full basement house for my momma and Chandraya out west. I closed on it the beginning of the week, so they were officially moved in. I was staying in the basement for now and it was big and spacious down there, so I was good. I promised Chandraya that when I moved out, she could have the downstairs and she was ecstatic. I noticed that since the move, my mom wasn’t drinking like she normally did and seemed genuinely happy. She was decorating and cooked every night, and it made me and Chandraya happy to see her happy. I had only unpacked my clothes because I’d been looking at a five-bedroom three bath in Cherry Creek and I wanted Sanaa to move in with me.
I planned a big weekend and I was nervous about giving her my heart, regardless of how confident I acted. A bitch that I had been taking care of for almost seven years had just fucked all my niggas, and even through all that, this shit with Sanaa felt right. I couldn’t wait until her fine ass got off so we could talk. I had been taking her to and from work, and we usually ate dinner every night, then I took her to her aunt’s. Her aunt for the most part was never home by the time I dropped h