Five years after a betrayal that tore their world apart, Dime and Trevon's paths cross in unexpected ways. As attraction blooms in the shadows of their complicated past, they must face secrets that could change everything. In a world where trust is...
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"Damn Dime, yo ass fattt, fren," Dime's closest friend, Tatiana laughed, giving Dime a playful smack on her hip as they strolled into the park. Dime rolled her eyes, but a grin spread across her face.
"Chill, Tati," Dime replied, pretending to brush off the attention, but she knew her ripped jean shorts and crop top were catching more than a few looks.
The whole park was jumping, the usual summer crowd gathered to watch the annual hood basketball game, music thumped from a nearby speaker, and the air was thick with the scent of barbecue from someone's grill.
Tatiana smirked, her glossy lips shining under the streetlights as she nudged Dime. "Girl, stop frontin'. You know you love it. They all about to start missin' shots the second they see you."
Dime waved a dismissive hand but laughed anyway. "I'm just here to watch the game. Let these niggas do what they do."
"Uh-huh," Tatiana said, rolling her eyes. "You gon be changing yo mind when you see these new niggas."
"Girl who? If it aint Big Meech back from prison then I aint interested," Dime teased.
She looked around the court, trying to spot any familiar faces. She saw a few of her neighbors, a few people she knew from around the way, and a couple of the younger kids running around, but no one she would consider her friends.
"Damn bitch is that East?" Tati exclaimed, cutting her thoughts .
Dime sighed, spotting the tall, muscular figure leaning against a nearby car. He had his eyes locked on the court, a serious look on his face. Dime had never had much contact with East, but she knew who he was, and everyone else in the park did, too.
His presence seemed to hang over the crowd, a subtle reminder that the game was more than just a friendly competition—it was a chance to prove yourself, to make a name for yourself.
"East don't play no games with his lil' brother," Tati continued. "They aint gon be letting them boys win tonight. Yall remember when he broke the other team's captain's leg cause the nigga shot a three-pointer to beat them last year, shit was wild"
