At twenty-three, Kori thought she had love all figured out: steady boundaries, clear intentions, no room for chaos. But then there's Three. Three's twenty-five with a heavy past and an even heavier heart. The streets taught him to move ruthless, but one look at Kori had him rethinking everything. What starts as a friendship becomes calls that run too long and rides that don't end at the curb. Three falls first while Kori keeps drawing lines he's ready to cross. He's learning to heal. She's learning to trust. Together they're walking a line between danger and devotion. Where every laugh, every glance, every silence feels like more than it should. This isn't just a love story. It's a slow burn in real time with two hearts circling the fire, daring each other to step closer.

Sequel of The Truck Driver. The story continues with Tank and Kayla as they navigates life with their newborn baby TJ and planning their upcoming wedding.

Tyler "Tank" Carter, a 22 year old truck driver crosses paths with Kayla Knight, an 18 year old girl who running away home as he is enroute to drop off a load from Augusta, Georgia to Bangor, Maine.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶

two halves of a whole.

"𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽?" - 𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺 $𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘆: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗹𝘂𝗴 - 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝘆 𝗫𝘅𝗘𝗹𝗹𝗼𝗞𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆𝘅𝗫 ⭢ 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖥𝖾𝖻. 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟤 - 𝖠𝗉𝗋. 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟤

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

"Put a 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 opp b*tch in the morgue, call that b*tch drop dead 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬." - KV

There's always a hand in the darkness, don't grab it.

"I'll play you." Kross challenged with a serious expression on his face, smoothly twirling the basketball on his pointer finger. "For what?" Amiko sighed heavily, a bored look on her face, crossing her arms over her chest, tapping her foot repeatedly on the ground. "𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭."