by Kelly, Marie
Contents
Prologue
Part I
Kanda Alton
Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey
Dior Alfred
Jashawn ‘Surge’ Ramsey
Pharaoh ‘Legion’ Ramsey
A’Moya Morse
Jashawn ‘Surge’ Ramsey
Pharaoh ‘Legion’ Ramsey
Part II
Dior Alfred
Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey
Meshach ‘Guns’ Ramsey
Kanada Alton
Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey
Jashawn ‘Surge’ Ramsey
Dior Alfred
Part III
Dior Alfred
Kanada Alton
Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey
Kanada Alton
Pharaoh ‘Legion’ Ramsey
Meshach ‘Guns’ Ramsey
Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey
Part IV
Kanada Alton
Jashawn ‘Surge’ Ramsey
Pharaoh ‘Legion’ Ramsey
Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey
Kanada Alton
Jashawn ‘Surge’ Ramsey
Part V
Dior Alfred
Kanada Alton
Jashawn ‘Surge’ Ramsey
Dior Alfred
Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey
Kanada Alton
Jashawn ‘Surge’ Ramsey
Pharaoh ‘Legion’ Ramsey
Meshach ‘Guns’ Ramsey
Part VI
Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey
A’Moya Morse
Kanada Alton
Pharaoh ‘Legion’ Ramsey
Dior Alfred
Part VII
Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey
Kanada Alton
Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey
A’Moya Morse
Kanada Alton
Jashawn ‘Surge’ Ramsey
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Prologue
Kanada Alton
“Ahhhhh, shhhiitttt baby yessss.” My boyfriend, Terrence, of three years grunted as he drilled me deeply from behind.
He was in so deep that all I could do was close my eyes and bite my bottom lip. No words could come out as I felt my whole soul leave my body.
“Ummmmm, Terrence,” managed to slip breathlessly through my mouth.
“I swear you have the best pussy, Kan. I love fucking you,” he whispered into my ear, and that caused me to cum yet again, right before he did.
Panting hard as hell, we peeled our wet bodies away from each other, and Terrence rolled over and fell on his back.
We had been at it for almost an hour, and I was tired.
My body felt good, and I smiled at the satisfied feeling that flowed all over me.
“You the best babe,” T said and slapped me on the thigh.
I looked over at him, and he winked at me.
Sleepily, I watched as he climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom, giving me a nice glimpse of his back muscles as they moved with every step he took.
Terrence was so damn beautiful to me with his flawless chocolate skin, brown eyes, perfect lips, strong, well-built body, and tall, six foot frame. His hair was cut low with waves on show. He had a sexy ass daddy beard that I loved to run my hand through.
Terrence was everything to me.
It was safe to say that I was in love and had been since the first day I set eyes on him. Terrence was everything I could ever want in a man and then some.
He was smart, charming, handsome, hardworking and most importantly—all mine.
From the moment we met, he had my back and was there for me when others turned their backs on me. Even when I fell pregnant weeks into our relationship, Terrence was there from the start and stepped up. In fact, he was so happy that I was having his son.
People around thought that we were moving too fast and tried to tell me to slow down, but why would I do that when I had the greatest man right in my face? He wasn’t perfect, and there were things about him that my family didn’t like, but still, he was an honorable guy and good to me and our two-year old son, Terrence Junior.
“Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty…”
Terrence’s voice echoed from the bathroom as he sang in the shower.
I closed my eyes and listened to his voice. He wasn’t the best singer, but it was still soothing to me, or maybe it was because of how much I was in love with this man.
A few minutes later, Terrence walked out of the bathroom with a towel loosely hanging around his waist. Terrence was so sexy to me with his perfect body, and that eight-inch dick was everything!
“Babe, can you see about something for us to eat? I’m sure TJ is awake now,” Terrence said with his back to me as he dropped his towel and stepped into his boxers.
“Sure.”
Yawning and stretching my body out, I rolled off the bed and walked toward the bathroom door. Just as I reached it, Terrence reached out and slapped me hard on the ass, making me squeal.
He knew I loved that type of shit.
Blowing him a kiss, I went into the bathroom to sort out my hygiene and start my day.
Thirty minutes later, and I headed for our son’s room that was down the hall. We had a lovely three-bedroom house. Well, Terrence did, and I moved in with him.
“Good morning, baby boy.” I swooned at the mass of curls that poked out from under his Iron Man comforter.
I rubbed his curls back and kissed him on the cheeks, which effectively woke him up.
“Hi, Mommy.”
I smiled while looking down at my son, who was a perfect mix of me and Terrence. Swooping him into my arms, I carried him into the bathroom in the hall to wash him and dress him. Once I was done, we headed downstairs, so I could start breakfast.
I couldn’t help the frown on my face when I hit the bottom step and saw that the house was now filled with Terrence’s friends. If I was to hate one thing about my relationship, it would be that Terrence loved to pack all his friends into our house, and they would be there all day, making noise, smoking and eating up our food. No matter how many times I told Terrence I didn’t like it, he continued.
It’s damn near the crack of dawn, and they’re already here! My thoughts made me roll my eyes and huff under my breath.
Not wanting TJ to be around his father’s foul-mouthed friends—who could give one fuck that a child was in the house with all the cussing they did—I took him into the kitchen with me. I put him in his high chair with a banana and quickly whipped up some pancakes, sausage links, beans, and eggs for breakfast.
After putting a little plate in front of TJ, I made another plate for Terrence and brought it into the living room where he was.
I refused to feed his friends!
They were all lounging around smoking with drinks in their hands as they spoke about all types of shit, but as soon as I walked into the room, it all went quiet.
Terrence looked up at me and smiled.
“Here’s your breakfast, baby.” I handed it over to him, and he thanked me.
“Do me a favor, baby. Bring me and my friends some beers.”
The last thing I wanted to do was get anything for his low life friends—none that had a decent job—but we’d just had a good night and morning having the best sex, and I didn’t want to spoil that by getting into anything with him over his precious boys. So, with a stiff smile, I headed to the kitchen to get the beers.
I loaded up a tray with a few bottles and went to give it to them after checking that TJ was okay.
Agai
n, the room fell silent when I walked in, and it was like all eyes were on me as I put the tray down on the coffee table.
I looked up to see that Terrence and his friend, Clay, were looking right at me.
Clay leaned over and whispered something in Terrence’s ear while Terrence sat there looking at me.
I don’t know why, but that made me feel uneasy for some reason because I just knew that they were talking about me.
Terrence didn’t take his eyes off me the whole time Clay spoke in his ear, and then he simply nodded once Clay finished.
“Baby, let me talk to you for a minute.” Terrence finally spoke and stood up to his feet.
Everyone kept eyes on me as Terrence took my hand and led me back upstairs to our bedroom. He silently took a seat on our bed and then patted a space next to him, inaudibly telling me to come take a seat beside him, and I did. Terrence then reached over and took my hand into his.
“Baby, you know I love you, right?”
I frowned at his question and slowly nodded.
“And you know that I would give you anything in this world?” This time, he kissed the back of my hand.
“Yes.”
Was he breaking up with me?
The way he was behaving had me wondering if he was preparing me for that we can’t be together and it’s not you but me type of talk that people gave when they were ending their relationship.
“What’s going on, Terrence?” My voiced trembled from fear and he sighed.
“You know I’ve been trying my hardest to work these streets for us…”
I nodded as he looked away from my eyes.
When I met Terrence, he was hustling in the streets. Wasn’t the ideal job I wanted for my man, but it afforded us a comfortable lifestyle, and he was doing better than I was. I didn’t leave school with much and only worked a few dead end jobs here and there until Terrence came into my life and looked after me. So, I was far from judging what he did—at least he was making money.
“Things are not like they used to be, Kan. The streets are starting to dry up.”
“Okay.”
“So, I was thinking that maybe you could do a little job for now… just until I can make some things happen in the streets again, Kanada.”
I sighed with relief because I thought he was going to break up with me for a second.
“Terrence, that’s the least I could do.” He had been taking care of me for the last three years, so I had no problem helping out. “But there’s not much I can do though, Terrence.”
As sad as that may have sounded for a twenty-five year-old-woman, it was the truth.
“I know, baby, but I spoke to Clay, and he said he could hook you up with something.”
Immediately, I shot up to my feet.
“Clay?” I asked just for clarity, and Terrence nodded.
“Yeah. He said he can work something out for you.”
“Terrence! Clay is a pimp!”
I know he isn’t asking me to be a prostitute.
“Kan, I know, but baby, for real, we could make some good money. Look at you!” He pointed at my body, and my brows knitted.
Granted, I was a bad bitch. I knew I was, and all the little boys I went to high school with reminded me of that fact every day. At 5’5”, my waist was small, my hips were wide, and my ass was fat. I had titties that sat up proudly on my chest, and my thighs were thick as hell. Combine that with my blemish free, smooth, light toffee skin complexion, almond eyes, small nose, and perfect pink lips, and I knew I was a sight for sore eyes.
I kept my mid back length blonde weave looking good—like it was flowing out of my scalp—and I kept my nails done. I was a beauty and way too good to be a two-dollar hoe!
“Terrence!” I backed away from him, angered, surprised, and offended that he would even suggest something like that.
“Hear me out, Kanada.” His hands shot up in surrender. “You think I’m going to be happy knowing other niggas will get a taste of you? Of course not! But, right now, we have no other choice. The money you could make will set us up and take care of TJ. Think about him, Kan. Our money is drying up, and I don’t wanna be on the streets with my son… do you?”
I looked away and allowed his words to flow around my head.
God knows outside of Terrence, there was no one I loved as much as my son. He was my life and meant the world to me. The last thing I wanted to do was see him out on the streets, but I didn’t want to sell my body.
I may have looked good, but I took pride in knowing that not a lot of men had entered my body. One thing I didn’t play with was being a hoe. People often thought I was because of how I looked, and I loved proving them wrong.
Terrence was the third man to ever get between my legs, and after getting with him, I thought no other man would, but here he was asking me to allow different men to have sex with me for money. It was something I didn’t want to do. However, I also didn’t want to see us homeless and suffering.
Feeling like I was stuck between a rock and a hard place, I sighed and closed my eyes, praying that some other solution could be found.
“Kanada, it will only be for a few weeks, I promise. I’m still working on some things, but it would help us until I can. You’re doing this for us.”
My eyes opened, and I looked at Terrence.
“Terrence, I can’t.”
He gripped my face in his strong, chocolate hands and pressed his lips against mine. “Only for a few weeks, baby. I promise. Just trust me.”
The warning in my stomach told me to ask him to find another way, but the love I had for him and my son caused me to nod my head yes.
Only for a few weeks.
Part I
Kanda Alton
Present day
“Damn, baby! You’re looking so damn fine,” Andy, Andre, or whatever this nigga’s name was said to me as he eyed the tiny two-piece lingerie that I had on.
It was a silver glitter bra and panties set that was sheer enough to expose my prized assets. I had paired them with thigh high stockings.
After letting my guest into my hotel room, I closed and locked the door behind me then led the way to the bed.
When I passed and heard him gasp, I smiled, knowing he saw the way my ass clapped around my G-string with every step I took. Over the past year, I had put on a little weight—due to stress—and it seemed like it all went to my ass. Not that the clients complained!
My body slightly stiffened when I was suddenly grabbed from behind. Even after a year, I still wasn’t used to having strange men touch my body.
Terrence had promised it was only going to be for a few weeks, and I stupidly held on to that hope—which was the only thing that kept me going because blocking it out or drinking myself stupid didn’t help—but when two months passed, and another two, and then another, I knew that it was nothing more than a false dream to get me to do what he wanted.
Terrence had changed and not for the better. As soon as I started bringing in the money, any plans he had to hustle the streets disappeared, and he became obsessed with me doing job after job. It got so bad that I barely saw my son anymore. That’s just how much I worked. If you asked Terrence, I was doing it for us, even though it seemed like he was doing everything for himself more than it was for us.
Putting a fake smile on my face, I peeled this nigga’s arms from around my waist and turned to face him.
“Why don’t you get on the bed, and I will dance for you. Would you like that, baby?” I seductively looked into his aging yellow eyes.
He was an older, slightly fat black man with a bald head and a long, grey beard. His calloused hands slowly ran across my stomach while he licked his chapped black lips.
With a devious smile on his face, he quickly took his clothes off and got on the bed.
I had to stop myself from allowing my face to display what I was thinking as I looked his body over. He wasn’t the nicest looking man, and his dick was small. But most of the men who paid for sex, weren�
�t very appealing to look at naked.
“Before we get to business, I will need my money.”
“Oh, of course.”
He happily grabbed up his pants off the floor and pulled a roll of money from his wallet—exposing that he had more where that came from—and held it out to me. I took it from his hand and counted it.
“I added a little something extra because I don’t want to use a condom.”
That was a usual request from these nasty motherfuckers, and I almost cussed his nasty ass out, but instead, I simply nodded. And this nigga is a married lawyer with grandkids!
I secured my money in my duffle bag and took out a pair of handcuffs. When the client saw them, his eyes widened.
“What are you doing with those?”
I smiled and licked my lips. “I just wanna have a little fun.”
He looked like he wanted to object, but when I placed one leg on the end of the bed and moved my panties to the side to give him a view of my shaved pussy, he was soon singing another tune.
I quickly handcuffed him to the bed and turned on the stereo.
His eyes intently studied my body as I wound my hips slowly and sexily to the music. I made sure to grind my pussy on his dick, making that tiny sucker instantly rock up.
