For My Thug

Shaytrece

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 12 août 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648540226
• Langue: English

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For My Thug
A Dope Love Story


Shaytrece
© 2019
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.

Contents



SYNOPSIS


Prologue

1. Chance

2. Dayton

3. Choice

4. Chance

5. Dayton

6. Choice

7. Chance

8. Dayton

9. Chance

10. Choice

11. Chance

12. Warden

13. Chance

14. Choice

15. Chance

16. Choice

17. Dayton

18. Choice

19. Chance

20. Warden

21. Dayton

22. Chance

23. Choice

24. Dayton

25. Choice

26. Warden

27. Dayton

28. Chance

29. Choice

30. Dayton

31. Choice

32. Warden

33. Dayton

34. Chance

35. Choice

36. Dayton

37. Chance

38. Choice

39. Chance

40. Dayton

41. Warden

42. Dayton

43. Chance

44. Warden

45. Chance

46. Choice

47. Dayton

48. Choice

49. Chance


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SYNOPSIS

After College, Chance, Dayton, and Choice continued in their careers and building their futures. Chance continued with her modeling, which brought some interesting people into her life, not to mention a person from her past who managed to set Chance back a few steps. However, her sister, Choice, had her back as always. The James sisters were determined to be in each other’s corners while getting through the storms that life sent their way.
Meanwhile, Dayton enjoyed having his wife support him in his decision to keep his operation going after linking up with Dahlia as his plug. He even appreciated Choice frequenting Birmingham, Alabama, to keep Chance company, but he wasn’t prepared for the chaos that their presence in Alabama would bring. Dayton never thought that going home to help out his childhood friends and big brother, Braxton, would bring car chases, setups, drive-bys, and damn sure not more infidelity issues. Dayton fought through it all and kept his mind on what was important to him, which was his family
Prologue

“A ah! Get them out, get them out.”
I was trying to keep my cool since giving natural birth was at my request, but I had a hard time keeping up with that lie because, currently, my babies felt like they were trying to tear me a new ass hole.
“Come on, Chance. Try to push through, Ma. I know you can.”
I was grateful to have my husband by my side through the birth of our boys because we had faced times when I didn’t see that being possible.
“Give me another big push, Mrs. Maxwell.”
I did as the nurse asked then felt a small amount of pressure leave my body. “That’s baby A.”
Just as I thought I would have a second to catch my breath, I felt another contraction coming.
“ Aah! I have to push again.”
“Go ahead. I see these two are going to be something else. One minute they can’t figure out who’s coming first. But now that baby A has made his way out, baby B is trying to deliver himself,” my doctor informed us then focused back on bringing my baby boy into the world.
Although I was in plenty of pain, my doctor, the nurses, and my mother’s humor along with my husband’s calm kept me at ease. But I was with my son; I wanted him here, and the torture I received while helping him and his big brother along the way was enough for him to have a heart for his mommy.
I heard my mother say, “Bear down and push, Chance.” And I did. “One, two, three… keep pushing, he’s coming out.”
As my mother continued to count, hearing that our second child was coming into the world, Dayton eased his way between my legs for a better view.
“Push, baby, he’s comin’.” He then made his way back to me, leaned over, kissed my forehead, and thanked me for making him the happiest man on earth.
I felt our second and last baby make his way out of my body. Hell yeah, unlike my brother, my husband was all for us to end birthing babies, so my tubes were soon to be tied.
My mind, body, and soul were exhausted, and all I wanted to do was close my eyes.
Just as I did, I heard my mother say, “Chance, now that I know you’re fine, your father and I are going to check in on Dyah, the baby, and Cons. Then we’re going back to Brook’s room.”
Yeah, my family had recently gone through some bullshit that had us all on our toes and laying up in the hospital. From my little cousin, Brooklyn’s ex-boyfriend and baby daddy pulling a fatal attraction move by beating her up and kidnapping her to avoid us seeing her battered and bruised, to me and Dyah’s water breaking at the same damn time.
I gave my parents a weak smile, then said, “Okay. Tell her I’m sorry the boys decided to come today. I would’ve been in her room too.”
“You just worry about getting yourself and my grandbabies home. Everything is being handled with Brook, and I’ll send you pictures of the baby.”
After telling me how proud she was, my mother kissed my cheeks and hugged me tightly. My father did the same and even thanked me for his twin grandsons.
When my parents left to check on my brother, his wife, my nephew, and little cousin, Dayton’s attention was on the boys. My mind was having flashbacks on how I’d gotten to this point in my life. Dayton and I weren’t supposed to be parents, let alone parents of twins, but sure as shit, they were here.
As I looked up into my husband’s eyes that were filled with so much joy, I wanted to cry. My baby had come so far, and to see that in the end, he was with me to welcome such a wonderful gift was priceless.
“Here, Ma.” Dayton handed me one of the babies, and I felt less than a mother to not know them apart. “You have our firstborn. It’s finally time to reveal what we’ve come up with in names.”
Dayton was right. We chose to hold off on announcing any names until the birth of the boys, including telling each other what we came up with individually. See, we figured the multiple-birth gene skipping my siblings and hitting me meant that Dayton and I were making the right decision to not produce anymore since we were blessed with two in our first pregnancy. Therefore, we wanted to leave something surprising toward the end of our contribution to grandchildren that Conic and Love James shared.
“I like Cason and Case.”
“Nah, I’m not feelin’ that, Ma.”
“Okay, so what did you come up with?”
“Messiah and Legend. They sound like two strong names that I can hear me calling out to my boys.”
“I do like them.”
Guess it was official; my two little five pounders’ father had blessed them with nice names of their own, but they shared a middle name along with many other things as twins. No one could’ve paid me to believe I would’ve been lying here picking out names for twin boys, but that’s what was going down.
Dayton Maxwell and Chance James-Maxwell were the proud parents of Messiah Ripton Maxell and his baby brother, Legend Ripton Maxwell. Nah, shit wasn’t peaches and cream getting to this point. Dayton and I had gone through some shit. And although it wasn’t over, let me take you back to where it all started….
Chapter One

Chance

W hen I say, I have a story to tell that stemmed from a baecation to my husband’s hometown, I’m not bullshitting. I had some certified psycho in-laws who I couldn’t care less to associate with. Yeah, I knew they were crazy and dysfunctional, but I didn’t think their world would somehow intertwine with mine and Dayton’s.
My man and I had been together since middle school, engaged by fifteen, and married by the time I was twenty-one and he was twenty-two. I loved everything about Dayton Maxwell and couldn’t see myself without him, but like my husband, I too had made some selfish mistakes that almost ruined all we’d built for the past nine years.
See, after learning of another bond Dayton made with another female, I left him for a brief moment. Within that break, I got close with a college professor of mine, who turned out to be a stalker. He walked into my wedding and professed his love for me in front of not only my friends and family but my husband too. Hell, I thought for sure that Dayton wouldn’t walk back into the building and continue our wedding.
When my past events began to invade my mind beyond what I wanted it to do, I brushed the thoughts out of my head then tried to focus on my current situation which was wondering why in the hell did I take this trip with Dayton and not at least bring my sister, Choice, with me. But we were all grown and doing our own thing, and mine was, trying to be a supportive wife.
Unfortunately, my husband chose a whole other route than the rest of the crew. Instead of using that nice business degree that he earned in college for a legit career, Dayton managed to slip back into the field that he grew up in. Yeah, my husband was a dope boy, and I had kept my mouth shut on the shit thus far. But I couldn’t continue on like I wa