Milan, a successful lash tech in Atlanta, meets Saint, a man serving time in prison, through a random TikTok Live.

Zhakari doesn't do softness. Doesn't do love. He's the type to make grown men cry, kill without blinking, and trust no soul. But then came Mavi. She didn't know who he was when he first walked into her shop needing a cover-up tattoo for something violent from his past. But she felt it instantly-his storm. The rage, the stillness... and the brokenness buried beneath. Everyone tells her to stay away from Zhakari. He's dangerous. Cruel. A walking red flag with blood on his hands. But when he's with her... he's still. He listens. He breathes. He wants to try. Only she can pull him back from the edge when the rage consumes him. Only she can touch him when he's mid-meltdown. And when he finds out someone from her past wants to harm her? God help the city.

Pushing himself from the door Gulian neared her, standing in front of her. "I want you to stop seeing 𝙝𝙞𝙢, that's what I want." Kyomi scoffed as she shook her head. "Why would I stop doing that? Just 'cause you call yourself asking nicely?"

Kaia is a powerhouse attorney - fierce, passionate, and determined to see Black women win. In the courtroom, she's unstoppable.. but at home her marriage is falling apart. Behind closed doors, Kaia struggles to hold together a relationship where she's the only one fighting to make it work. Exhausted and lonely she crosses paths with Saint at a welcome home party- a smooth, charming, man that reels her in. What starts as a steamy passionate affair quickly spirals into something deeper, forcing them both to confront the consequences of their choices and the complicated reality of love, loyalty, and desire.

'𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎.

Sa'Lani Monee Jeffries has always been the thick girl who gets overlooked or played. At 27, she's done with love, focused on stacking her money as a nail tech and minding her business. But when a fine, chocolate, six-foot-three gangsta with a low voice and dangerous reputation starts showing up at her job, all of that changes. Kaizer "Kai" Rashaad Wynn isn't the type of man she ever wanted. He's quiet, mean to everybody but her, and runs the streets with a heavy hand. Yet when he looks at her like she's the only woman in the world, Sa'Lani finds herself letting her guard down piece by piece. What starts as playful flirting turns into late-night phone calls, expensive gifts, and nights that leave her body aching for more. But falling for a man like Kai means stepping into a world of hood politics, jealous exes, and enemies who will use anything-including her-to get to him. When street drama hits too close to home, Sa'Lani is forced to decide if she can love a man who lives by a code that could get him killed... or if loving him will be the very thing that breaks her heart. Because Kai doesn't just want her body-he wants all of her. And when a real gangsta falls in love with a thick girl, he ain't letting go, no matter who has to get out of the way.

At twenty nine, Rue returns to her hometown of East Harlem New York to check on her family and honor the late birthday of her childhood best friend, Emari ". Now a famous makeup artist , Rue has built a life far from the city she once ran from but being back brings up memories she tried to bury. What she doesn't expect is to see Azriel, an old childhood friend she hasn't spoken to since he went to prison years ago. Struggling with the loss of Emari, Rue fled the city without thinking about how deeply her absence would hurt him. Left alone to face jail and life without anyone in his corner, Azriel accepted the consequences of the streets. Years later, he's no longer the boy she knew but a world known boxer. With unresolved pain, guilt, and feelings neither of them ever truly let go of, Rue and Azriel are forced to face the past.

𝐼𝑡'𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑢𝑠 .

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"Where all that talk go now hm?" Aeris whispered against my lips, she had me pinned against the wall with her hand around my throat with the right amount of pressure. "M-movee" I said trying my best to sound serious but it came out in a whiny tone. She just smirked while staring in my eyes before pulling back and releasing me. "Fuck"