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.

"They say she what he need I ain't give a fuck that's my sweet thing, steady check a nigga fuck what he bang"

sequel to teach me.

Take me back to Georgia, back to Atlanta Funny how present turns past

- 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿om a thug .

❞𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮,𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞❞

Xelahni made it as far as the gas station before her foot gave out on her " yo you good ?" She jumped at the voice and nodded " you sure ? Yo foot look funny asl" she looked down at her foot and started crying because the pain started to hit her since her adrenaline went away . " I ..I think I sprung my ankle ." The guy nodded and went to pick her up and she flinched " I'm not gonna hurt you , what's ya name ?" She looked in his eyes " Pooh"he chuckled and nodded " okay Pooh lemme help you get to the hospital okay ?" She was hesitant but agreed anyways " I didn't get your name " he placed her in the front seat " you can call me p" she nodded and held her bag closely to her " when's the last time you showered ?" She shrugged because she genuinely didn't remember her parents never allowed her to bathe they always came in and wiped her down for their next customer. " well okay" They made it to the hospital in no time " aye can I get some help she gotta sprained ankle I think , her shit look funny" the nurse helped Xalahni out the car and into a wheelchair " okay we can take it from here" he nodded and disappeared.

This is about a wicked set of brothers not really having a father figure to look up to. Well, they did, but it wasn't in a good way. They never had a real mother to help them or teach them anything. All they ever grew up on was guns, killing, and drugs. Then that's when they meet, 𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑗𝑖

𝑰 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 , 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒐 , 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕.

𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱 .