The Connect Who Took My Heart Away 2

Coco Shawnde

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 17 juillet 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648541285
• Langue: English

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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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To Me
Acknowledgement

I feel so blessed to be twenty-three years young and able to dive fully into my passion...into my career. I’m steady growing, learning, and reaching for better through it all. I have to give all thanks and praise to the heavenly father because he truly been on my side! I am so very thankful for the creativity and strength to get up every day to do something I absolutely LOVE.
To my dear family, I’m blessed to have you alllll. In this industry I witness authors struggle to receive support from their families, and I have to say that is not my testimony. You all have been in deep support from the beginning and I don’t take it for granted.
To my mother, no one will fully grasp the deep connection and bond we have. A picture, a video, or even this acknowledgment could NOT express how much I love you. You are my dawg, my ride or die, my whole heart!! Growing up, I watched you fight to give me everything my heart desires, to growing up and watching you fight against cancer. I remember wanting to swap bodies so you didn’t have to endure no more pain. You are my superhero. You stayed encouraged and you didn’t give up. You told me you would fight the fight, and you did just that! We in this for the long haul and it’s forever fuck cancer!!! #MaMaCoCo
To my bestie boo, Shannon, you been with me since lovejoy days playing tetherball! We came a mighty long way together. Your a mother now, which rightfully made me a God mommy. Arynzi is truly a blessing from God, and she has two bomb ass mothers to call her own! Even though her bad butt likes to bang on my computer when I’m trying to write lol.
To my niece Gabby and nephews Jhordyn and Collin Ace, your aunty loves you dearly. When I’m down, it’s your faces that gets me on track to get back to the grind. No matter the mood I’m in, you three can turn it around. The world is yours if I have a say so in it! S/O to all my babies! Kyn Doll, Tre Tre, Serenity, Ja’Koye, Ja’kyah, Jahlon, Mani, JuJu, Kiah, Trista, Nylah, and Jasheer! #CoCoLoveDaKids xoxo
To my brother, thank you for being a father figure I needed. You have always supported me and done your best when it comes to guiding me. You are more than my brother, you really my twin! Thank you for everything and keeping my best interest at heart! I love you so much and forever my favorite person!
To my cousins that are honestly just like sisters, Shareena, Justina, Brichel, and Kquemura, you all have had my back in the toughest of times in my life. I know I can count on you all when my world gets flipped upside down. You all come through without a doubt in mind! Even my sister Meagen, you are a big sister that I can’t forget. We share no blood, but that alone couldn’t make us any closer.
Paris, Books By The Mu’fukn POUND LOL...My sistacousinfriend, you have and will always remain family in my eyes. You are a dope author, and I’m glad the book industry bonded us together. Whatever you face, you beat it. I see so much strength, greatness, and blessings over you. Our bond has grown and it ain’t shit nobody can tell me about my sistacousinfriend!! Love you luh bitty bishhhh!
Now to Dedra B, B Capri, Tina Marie, and Nakeria Hendley, thank you all for being in support of me. Whether it was books, or just letting me come to you about how my mother’s battle with cancer was taking a toll, you all was there to listen to me. I appreciate it all and I know good friends are hard to come by. No matter what, know that you ladies have been a tremendous help to me personally and in my career! Love you alllll!
To my editor Secret, girlllllll! How I adore you and appreciate the work you put in for me! I couldn’t have a better editor than you! Thank you for always being a listening ear and being there every time I call. I love working with you and how real you keep it! Thank you so much and nothing goes unnoticed.
To my bomb ass readers!!! Thank youuuuu!!!! Whether you read from my old catalog, new one, or this is your first book to try of mine, I thank you! I try my darndest to create something that we all can get lost into and love. I knew what urban books were to me growing up, so I attempt to give you that experience through my work. No matter my personal life, I will also try to give you my all and have a book for you all to open. Your patience with me has been wonderful as I made transitions, for that, I say thank you! Your shares, promotion, link clicks, and reviews are everything to me. If I ever missed telling you, I’m saying it now, THANK YOU!! Special thanks to, Brandi Poole, Geneva Promise, Tina Nance, Sierra S. Dixon, Tootie, Sweets, Zatasha, and Tyesha Shaunae! You all are so very dope!!
Note

Dice Howard debuted in the standalone, The Thug I Waited for. By no means do you have to reread her full story to dive into this series. Hope you enjoy!!
Previously in Part 1



Miani
“Y’all ready?” Obasi asked, suited up. I had never seen him dressed in his grown man attire, but it surely did look good on him.
“Yeah, I just need five minutes.” I let him know.
Today was Weston ́s funeral, and I was taking Easton to say his goodbyes to his father. Due to Weston getting robbed for all he had after his death, the family had trouble getting the service together, so it was delayed in time until they could have the homegoing. If it wasn’t for Easton, I wouldn’t even have been going.
Weston had an older sister, Whitney, and she surprisingly reached out to me, and wanted to see Easton. She lived in New York with her own family, and didn't deal with her mother and that side of the family. We talked about plenty on the phone, and she encouraged me to attend, so I was. I knew Weston and his family didn’t accept me, and I was fine with that. I wasn’t searching for approval like a lost soul.
Today, I was being strong for my son because I knew this was the part of being a mother that counted. Easton may not care for the materials I buy and the money I spent, but I knew today would be something imprinted in his mind forever. Me being on his side was going to mean something that money couldn’t buy.
Obasi was headstrong on escorting us, and I thought last night he would let us go without him after all. He never came home, and no calls were made. I was used to his behavior, but I thought since the funeral was today, he would at least call me. I got nothing until he came in the house this morning already dressed for the funeral. I hadn’t told him, but I was waiting for a call back for this apartment I had applied to. Dice wouldn’t let me start at the Royal’s until after Weston ́s funeral, and she was trying to give me time that I didn’t need. I was passed ready to begin work and be on my own. She felt I needed time to grieve, but I had sat with my thoughts for far too long.
Basi made me well aware that he wasn’t going inside, and that he would be out front for anything we may need. I knew due to Weston snitching on him causing him to serve time, whatever they used to be back in the day, that shit was over with. Obasi never spoke ill on him, and I didn’t know how he could even do it. That took some maturity. Old Basi would have shot the damn funeral up without a second thought, but today, he was working with a whole different mental stage.
Easton was wearing some slacks, a tucked in button up, black shades, and a custom-made button with him and his father on it. Even though Weston wasn’t a part of his life much, he still had vague memories that he cherished. I was glad I kept pictures of Weston and his son together, because that was all my baby had now.
“Momma I’m scared.” Easton openly admitted. He had never been to a funeral, and I didn't allow him to ever attend because he was only six. Since this was his father, it took a lot of explaining of what it was and what he would see. Breaking down the importance of going was hard to explain, but he told me he did want to see his daddy for the last time.
“What scares you?” I asked with my belongings in my black clutch. Kneeling down in my black heels and dress, I fixed his bow tie.
“I don’t know.” he shrugged. “He can’t come back can he? He won’t be able to see me no mo’?” he asked with tears in his eyes. “You told me he would come see me soon.”
“Baby, today you’ll see his body resting. But he’s above in the sky. He sees you.” I said pointing at his chest. “You’ll see him again.”
“When? I have to die too?” he probed, searching for words to mend his broken heart. Hanging my head, I closed my eyes tigh