Can you read my love language?
-Queen Naija
Tamera, a cocky and rich girl, has everything she could possibly want. A house, a car, a dog, you know living the American dream as some would say, so why does she feel like something or someone is missin...
"Amiyah. My baby," Raffiel smiled as he held her in his arms. "She got big."
"Yeah. You know she four months now,"
"I do. She still on the titty?"
"Yeah. But she about to get off soon," Be told her and Raffiel nodded as he held her.
"She looks just like me," He kissed her cheeks and she giggled.
"Everyone says that,"
"Cause it's true. My baby," He said looking at her in awe.
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•𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞•
"What you got us here for?" Tamera asked as she sat Taniyah down in her lap, touching her nose, making Taniyah giggle.
"I have to tell you both something," Tremaine sighed as he looked at Jermaine, Tamera, and Tyriek.
"Wassam?" Tyriek asked, checking Gianna's text.
"Jermaine is your brother," He said as Tamera looked at him from Taniyah while Tyriek looked up from his phone.
"Stop playing,"
"I'm not. I cheated on your mother and had gotten Janae pregnant. Resulting him,"
"How old are you?" Tamera immediately asked him.
"24," Jermaine said and they both looked at him with wide eyes.
"Dad,"
"I know," He sighed and they shook their heads while Jermaine looked at them all confused.
"What?"
"I just turned 25 Jermaine. Meaning he got both of our mothers pregnant around the same time,"
"Damn," Jermaine said and they both nodded in agreement.
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•𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩•
"So what's his name again?" Zyire asked.
"This mufucka named Ulrich Torres. Had my ma ina fucking prostitution house," Khalil sat down.
"Here he go. He a senator," Zyire pulled up a picture and Khalil stopped for a minute, taking him in.
"My dad white?" Khalil said confused.
"I guess so. That's probably how you got that blue eye bruh," Zyire chuckled and Khalil shot him a bird.
"Fuck no, my mom has two blue eyes. Just like my aunt, I never seen anybody white in my family until now."
"Dang so yo dad really white? How the fuck you get this fucking dark then bruh?"
"My momma,"
"Yo momma genes strong then a mufucka cause you came out just like her."
"Glad I did," Khalil sighed. "But I'm pissed as fuck like he really sat here and held them against their free will."
"Ain't nun new, they be having that white privilege shit. And that's why nobody found out bout that stuff he was doing. You remember that this country don't give a fuck bout our black asses?" Zyire chuckled.
"Real shit tho cause them mufuckas can get away with the impossible. Can you see where he at now? Or his last location?"
"In fucking Moscow, Russia." Zyire said and Khalil looked at him.
"The fuck would a Virginia Legislator be doing in Moscow, Russia?"
"I don't know but I'ma find the fuck out," Zyire looked at the screen.
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•𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰, 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚• •𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞•
"Have you found Моя любовь yet Vladimir?" Ulrich asked. (My love)
"Not yet why are you still after her after all these years Uncle?"
"She was my favorite,"
"Your favorite what?"
"You don't need to know all of that. I really miss her I wonder did she have that baby. My son or daughter,"
"Probably got an abortion,"
"Could be right," He sighed as he looked in his small glass of wine.
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