IN TOO DEEP [SEQUEL]

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****This is a Sequel. The first book is called KARMA.****

Comment/Vote!!!! (Published 06/09/2015)

August

"Nataaaasha! Man get tha' fuck off me! Natasha!" I struggled against the cops grip.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do, may be used in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you-"

"Fuck you!" I spat. Two officers held each of my arms as I stood toe ta' toe wid' Detective Wilson.

"Oh no Mr.Alsina, it's not fuck me. Looks like you're the only one that will be getting fucked once I place you in federal prison for the rest of your life."

Spppfff!

I spit directly in his face. He slowly wiped his face then looked down at his hand.

Punch!

He hit me causing me to fall back. My eye sight became blurry right befo' I drifted into unconsciousness.

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(5 Years Later)

Natasha

"You give me the world, ooh and

everything that I want for

Since I've been your girl

Oh my whole life has been much

better than ever before

You got a tender sweet love, yes you do,

That weakens me and takes over me whenever we touch,

Baby that's just why I love you so much,

Baby that's just why I can't get enough,

Baby that's just why I love you so much,

I love only yooou."

I took my hands out of the soapy dishwater and dried them on the towel nearby. I sang along, listening to Monica's Why I Love You So Much as I washed the few dishes that were in the sink.

I stared out the window and thought back to everything I've been through over the years. Blessed described my life in more ways than one. I've watched people die, betray me and even try to kill me. I had to stare the love of my life in his eyes and watch him shoot me, twice, and if it wasn't for the bulletproof vest that I wore, I would've died. Luckily for me, I only went into shock. When the heat and fire power from the bullets hit my chest, it knocked the wind out of me.

"I love you too ma'." His hands wrapped around my waist as he kissed my cheek.

A smile plastered on my face as I turned around to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"How much?" I asked him.

"More than life itself."

"Moommy! I'ca have some juice?" He ran up to us. "Sup' daddy?" He nodded his head.

"Amir, baby, what did I tell you about speaking like that?" I placed one hand on my hip.

"Ok, ok. Mommy may I please have some juice?" He tucked his hands in his pockets.

I went over to the refrigerator and opened it to grab a juice box, then handed it to him. He turned to leave then immediately froze in his tracks.

"Preciate it mama."