by Tina J
Luvin The Son of a Savage
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Facebook Tina J Author
Copyright 2019
This novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, real people, living or dead, organizations, establishments or locales are products of the author’s imagination. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictionally.
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More books from me:
The Thug I Chose 1, 2 & 3
A Thin Line Between Me and My Thug 1 & 2
I Got Luv For My Shawty 1 & 2
Kharis and Caleb: A Different Kind of Love 1 & 2
Loving You Is A Battle 1 & 2 & 3
Violet and The Connect 1 & 2 & 3
We Both End Up With Scars
You Complete Me
Love Will Lead You Back
This Thing Called Love
Are We In This Together 1,2 &3
Shawty Down To Ride For a Boss 1, 2 &3
When A Boss Falls in Love 1, 2 & 3
Let Me Be The One 1 & 2
We Got That Forever Love
Aint No Savage Like The One I Got 1&2
A Queen and A Hustla 1, 2 & 3
Thirsty For A Bad Boy 1&2
Hassan and Serena: An Unforgettable Love 1&2
Caught Up Loving A Beast 1, 2 & 3
A Street King And His Shawty 1 & 2
I Fell For The Wrong Bad Boy 1&2
I Wanna Love You 1 & 2
Addicted to Loving a Boss 1, 2, & 3
I Need That Gangsta Love 1&2
Creepin With The Plug 1 & 2
All Eyes On The Crown 1,2&3
When She’s Bad, I’m Badder: Jiao and Dreek, A Crazy Love Story 1,2&3
Still Luvin A Beast 1&2
Her Man, His Savage 1 & 2
Marco & Rakia: Not Your Ordinary, Hood Kinda Love 1,2 & 3
Feenin For A Real One 1, 2 & 3
A Kingpin’s Dynasty 1, 2 & 3
What Kinda Love Is This: Captivating A Boss 1, 2 & 3
Frankie & Lexi: Luvin A Young Beast 1, 2 & 3
A Dope Boys Seduction 1, 2 & 3
My Brother’s Keeper 1, 2 & 3
C’Yani & Meek: A Dangerous Hood Love 1, 2 & 3
When A Savage Falls for A Good Girl 1, 2 & 3
Eva & Deray 1 & 2
A Beast Christmas
Blame It On His Gangsta Luv 1, 2 & 3
Falling for The Wrong Hustla 1, 2 & 3
I Gave My Heart To A Jersey Killa 1, 2 & 3
Luvin The Son of a Savage 1, 2 & 3
Table of Contents
Chapter 1Brielle
Chapter 2Antoine
Chapter 3Sharika
Chapter 4Marco Jr.
Chapter 5Colby
Chapter 6Brielle
Chapter 7Vanity
Chapter 8Antoine
Chapter 9Harlow
Chapter 10Marco Jr.
Chapter 11Brielle
Chapter 12Colby
Chapter 13Jacinta
Chapter 14Colby
Previously…
Ella
“Just look at him with that ugly bitch.” I said to myself sitting in my car down the street from Marco’s place. Him and Harlow were standing outside talking. I still don’t understand how he could leave me for a broke bitch.
The day I kidnapped her ass was easy. See, me and my girl Stella who I recently met a few months back, watched Harlow get in the truck and pull off. Marco told me before she didn’t like security following her so when no one followed, it was my cue to get her. We blocked her in at a light, I hopped in, pulled a gun out and forced her to drive. People really should keep their doors locked because anyone can jump in when they stop.
I didn’t even plan on kidnapping her but once I did, there wasn’t no turning back.
I enjoyed the look on her face when I mentioned the two of us were gonna fuck in front of her. Of course, I knew exactly how much damage it would do to Harlow or any woman for that matter. Seeing her man have sex with another will fuck someone’s head up.
Hell, before Harlow, I beat up quite a few bitches over him. I walked in on him fucking the shit outta some chick a few years ago and I ain’t been right ever since. I mean he was giving her the business. He didn’t even care that I saw him or the fact I fought these women. I should’ve known then to stay away but nope. Good dick kept me sticking around.
But Harlow? Harlow is the only woman he hasn’t let me touch and it’s because he allowed me to be his side chick. I didn’t mind being second because I was doing me in the process. However; once Marco mentioned it being over for good and threatened my life, the bitch had to suffer.
Unfortunately; Marco saved the day and even with him shooting me, I still wanted him. I was fucked up after he shot me and I’m still moving slow but it is, what it is.
I’m in love with Marco Santiago Jr. I thought he felt the same but over the years something changed. No, we weren’t exclusive, but we always knew how to please one another sexually. It’s like no one could give us the fix we needed besides each other. I’m still confused on how Harlow got him to calm down. Did she lick his ass or something because I don’t get it?
Like right now, he has her leaned against his truck with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her head is back but neither of them looked undressed for me to assume they’re having sex.
The longer I watched, the angrier I became. Its best for me to leave before I do something I’d regret. He’s already searching for me. If it weren’t for Stella hiding me out, I would’ve been caught.
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KNOCK! KNOCK! The thump on my window scared the shit outta me. I turned to see my mother standing there with her arms folded. I met her at the cabin house because she claimed we needed to talk.
“Get out the fucking car.” She said without raising her voice. I unlocked my door, opened it and felt my hair being yanked.
“Are you fucking crazy starting a damn war with that man?”
POW! She punched me dead in the face. I grabbed my nose as it began to bleed.
“I don’t care how good his dick is. When he said it was over, you should’ve left him alone. Now we’re dealing with a bounty on your head he’s refusing to remove.”
“Ma.” She swung me by the hair, and I fell to the ground.
“He had your grandmother and aunt murdered.” She cried and walked in the house. I got myself together and went inside.
“I have to prepare two funerals because you couldn’t let go.” The smoke from her cigarette lingered in the air. I washed my hands and grabbed some paper towels to clean my face. The bleeding stopped but there was some blood on my clothes.
“Are you sure it’s him?” I asked trying to make myself believe he wouldn’t do it.
“Do you think I’m stupid?”
“I’m just asking.”
“He left a note saying, if I don’t produce you more are going to die. What the fuck did you do?” I could see hurt on her face. She was tight with my aunt. I explained what went down and she shook her head.
“This is exactly why I told your father to stop babying you.” I sat down across from her.
“What does him babying me have to do with anything?”
“You never had any consequences for your actions.” My dad never punished me no matter how bad the situation was.
/> “When your father cheated and had a baby with another woman, I forgave him but you didn’t.”
“I did.”
“No you didn’t. Ella as you got older, you disrespected Pablo and his mother.”
“Ma, he cheated and...”
“You just said you forgave him and look; you’re focusing back on it. That woman lived in a whole other state and knew nothing about me. You were horrible to her and your brother.” She blew smoke in the air.
“He’s not my brother.” She snickered.
“If he’s not your brother then why did he save you from Marco? He didn’t have to block you from being shot the second time. He kept your ass outta shit more than your father, and your ungrateful ass didn’t even say thank you.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“You need to leave town Ella.” I lifted my head from my phone. Stella was texting me to come home.
“Marco is gonna get over it like he always does.”
“YOU SHOT HIS PREGNANT GIRLFRIEND AND TRIED TO FORCE HIM IN BED. HE’S NOT GOING TO FORGIVE YOU.” She slammed her hand on the table.
“I don’t wanna bury you too. Please leave the state or the country.” She started crying.
“I’ll think about it. In the meantime, I’m gonna continue laying low.” My mom stood, kissed my forehead and shook her head on the way out. Did she really believe I’d allow Marco to end my life?
I locked up, sat in my car and drove to the house. I pulled up and Pablo was sitting on the hood of his car. He really did have my back growing up after my father moved them here and I treated him like shit. Maybe I can use us being related to get him to keep Marco away.
“Hey.” I spoke getting out the car.
“Why are you so got damn hardheaded?” He barked and slid down his car.
“What you talking about?”
“Not only did you pull that stupid shit at the warehouse; you were watching him and his fiancé outside the house today.” I began to get nervous and look around.
“You know he has cameras and people everywhere. The only reason he let you go is so me and your mother could say goodbye.”
“What?”
“Oh, you thought your mom calling you there was spontaneous. Nah, outta respect for us he made it clear we had a few hours to say goodbye.” I could see aggravation in his face.
“You were a horrible sister, but I still loved you.” He held my face in his hands.
“You got a lotta people killed being selfish.” He kissed my cheek.
“PABLO!” I shouted when he turned to walk away.
“Can’t you and daddy help?” I started to get nervous
“Our father doesn’t play by the rules and it’s only a matter of time before Marco gets him. I love you sis but you’ve been with that man for years and knew how he would react. Why didn’t you just walk away?” I was getting tired of everyone asking me the same question.
“Some kinda brother you are.” He chuckled.
“I’m the brother who stood in front of a gun to save you at the warehouse.” I rolled my eyes because he’s right. Marco wanted to murder me, and he stepped in before knowing what went down.
“I’m the brother who has two kids and a wife to take care of. My mother doesn’t deserve to bury her son, my wife a husband or my kids; a father because his half-sister, as you call yourself, can’t stay away from a man who don’t want her.” I let the tears fall down my face.
“I would’ve helped you get away, but you went too far tryna kill his girl. SHE WAS PREGNANT ELLA! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?” He shouted.
“I wasn’t. Can you please help me?” I hugged him.
“Goodbye sis.” He placed a kiss on my forehead, removed my arms from his waist and went to his car.
“Well FUCK YOU!” He laughed shaking his head.
I stormed in the house and stopped at the door when I noticed blood. It started at the front door and went up the stairs.
“OH MY GOD!” I covered my mouth staring at Stella’s boyfriends head roll down the steps. I heard muffled sounds and should’ve ran but I couldn’t leave my friend. Well, I should’ve because we weren’t besties but I didn’t.
“Stella?” I called out and got no answer. I stepped over the blood, went up the stairs and heard the sink running.
“Stella?” I called out again. The water shut off and out stepped Marco drying his hands.
“What up Ella?”
Sharika
“How could you be so stupid? And then you drag my grandson in it like he’s some type of action figure you can snatch away when you’re mad. I didn’t raise you this way Sharika.” My mother went on and on about the situation between me and Antoine.
The day my ex dropped Lil Ant off, my mother had just come to town. She was supposed to be here weeks ago according to my two cousins. However; she never made it. Now she’s staying here to as she says, keep me outta trouble and away from Antoine. Little did she know we had to be around one another for the party. My son was turning eight this year.
When I was sleeping with Haven he was six but his birthday came and passed. I didn’t have a party for him because we were still new here and I don’t allow him to have people over. Kids are dirty and with lil Ant not really knowing anyone, he wasn’t going to their house.
“Ma, I thought he loved me.” She turned the television on mute and looked at me.
“Is that a question or joke?” I sucked my teeth.
“There’s no way you believe those words yourself. I mean, how could you after the way you left? You were sleeping with another man and had him coming to the place he paid for you to stay in. You tried opening loans and credit cards in his name. Antoine gave you no reason to believe he cheated and gave you whatever your heart desired.” I didn’t say a word. I know how we parted ways, but I really thought he still loved me.
“Then, you had no idea who Ant’s father was until after he turned one. Instead of you telling Antoine about the child, you insisted on keeping him a secret; only to barge in his wedding to ruin his wife’s day and for what? Huh?” She rose up off the couch.
“To sleep with him in hopes he’ll leave his wife and make you his family? Did it go the way you planned in that little brain of yours?” She took her index finger and poked me on the side of my forehead a few times.
“Ma, I didn’t make him cheat.”
“Actually, you did.” She moved past me and in the kitchen to pour a glass of wine.
“No, I didn’t.” She placed the bottle of the wine on the counter.
“Did he come here tryna fuck? Did he touch you inappropriately, kiss you or whisper sweet things in your ear? Did he grab you by the waist and stick his hands in your pants, or follow you upstairs to grab his sons’ things? Did he change into more revealing clothes or seduce you in any type of matter?” I rolled my eyes.
“You see, we as women know once we get a man hot and bothered, dick hard and ready to fuck; nine times outta ten they’re not gonna walk away. It’s not in their nature to have blue balls.” I stood there listening.
“Women can walk around with their pussy dripping all day long and walk away but not men. It’s too hard. Their dicks are rock hard and in dire need of a release.”
“He didn’t have to.” She smiled. My mom always loved Antoine for me and took his side over mine a lot.
“Just like you didn’t have to jump on his back and put your hands in his pants. You didn’t have to beg him to fuck you or get on those dirty knees to give him head.” My mouth dropped.
“Oh. I ran into him at the store two days ago and he told me what happened.” She put her hand up.
“He takes full responsibility for being weak and not walking away, but you could tell how broken up he was over losing his wife.” I smirked.
WHAP! She smacked fire from my ass.
“I did not raise a whore, mistress or side chick. That woman should’ve never felt the pain you two placed on her. How would you feel if it were you?”
“I don’t wan
na talk about this anymore.”
“I bet you don’t.” I went to walk away.
“If you even think about starting some shit at my grandson party, I’m gonna run up in your mouth myself.” She lifted her glass and took a sip.
I stormed up the steps like a child who got in trouble and slammed my bedroom door. I laid on the bed and picked up my phone to check my IG. Of course, I scrolled down to her page which I thought she blocked me from. However; I noticed it was no longer private. I almost dropped my phone staring at them.
The video was of him on bended knee proposing again, asking to get remarried and start all over. She was crying and the ring looked bigger than the previous one. She shook her head yes and he lifted her up and spun her around on some fairy tale like shit.
I was mad as hell and threw my phone on the floor. I don’t even care because as long as she witnessed the video of us fucking, I know she’ll forever have those moans and sights in her head.
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“Happy birthday Ant.” I looked up and Antoine’s parents were hugging him.
I had the party at this big hall because he wanted a bunch of kids to come. Never mind the fact, his father family is huge and then they have extended family with more kids. I tried to pay for it all, but the checks were sent back saying it was paid in full.
The DJ, game truck, small petting zoo and the clowns were as well. I’m sure his father didn’t even put a dent his wallet. I wanted to curse him out, but my mother said he probably decided since this is the first party he attended, he should pay for it.
