This is the original Luv A Thug story. This is a stand alone just like the remix. You might understand characters more if you read this one.
Chalynn's life has never been a walk in the park. As a radio show host her life seems to be going seemingly...
I know I have published chapters before this but this one comes first. I'm going to rewrite the other chapters I published to match with what happened in Aspen. There will be a part two to this one. If you get confused or have any questions please feel free to ask.
Please vote and comment. It motivates me to write.
I also collabed on this with my sis x_gawwjussso go read her books as well. 🧡
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Present Day
King!" Key called out from the front porch as he knocked on the door, "Aye King! Nigga come open this door."
Since he had been waiting for his brother to answer for ten minutes, he took the hint that King was ignoring him. Key didn't give a damn though.
Nobody had seen him since their trip to Aspen, their annual Christmas trip, but this year it just went left. Especially for King, it had been entirely way too much for him to handle, so, he wasn't handling it.
He wasn't working at his club, talking to his boys or any of the girls and the last person he wanted to talk to was Bianca. If he never saw her again it would be too soon.
Marcus and Key were in grind mode, they were doing their best to keep the club afloat and handle their business deal with Draco. But it was time for King to return because nobody could run his club as he could. Plus they had a meeting coming up that he absolutely had to be there for.
Leaving the porch Key huffed, all this walking around and shit was for the birds. However, there were great lengths he would go especially to help his brother. Walking in King's grass, which he knew he'd catch heat for, Key looked inside the mansion windows.
Lo, and behold King was sitting right there in his living room smoking a wood.
"First off it's cold as a bitch out here," Key tapped the window annoyed, and smacked his lips, "Secondly, yo light skin ass see me out here King. We got shit to discuss so come open the door."
King didn't move though, he just glared at Key and continued to smoke.
"Look brotha," Key rested his arm on the window, "I know you hurting aight? I understand how it feels not to feel like yoself but at some point, you have got to snap back to reality. That time is now bruh. Niggas ain't seen or heard from you in a month. A month way too damn long. You gotta get back to yoself, please. Me and Slick can't keep doing this shit without you."
King sat his wood in his ashtray and did a small stretch before reluctantly opening the door and heading back to the living room.
"There we go. This is a start." Key shrugged his shoulders, a win was a win.
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Three Weeks Ago
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