"Your gun, Christian," I whispered breathlessly, the reality of who he was momentarily flashing in my mind. Even in bed, he was a dangerous man. He didn't stop. I felt the vibration of a low, dark smile against my skin before he spoke, his voice grazing my ear. "Gun's under the pillow," he whispered. ౨ৎ Lelani, 20 never asked for chaos. She wanted a quiet life, a clean future, and a chance to finally breathe. Christian, 24 was the kind of man she promised herself she would never get close to dangerous, secretive, and tied to a world she has no business stepping into. But fate doesn't care about warnings. And he's not good at letting go. Something about her pulls him in. Something about him keeps her from walking away. All she knows is this: The boy she shouldn't want is the only one who touches her right.

you're just too good to be true... can't take my eyes off of you.

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲! 𝐓𝐰: 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬

When Ayanna is forced into a job working for her parents' trusted college friend, she expects structure-not the quiet pull of a man who sees her more clearly than anyone ever has. Langston, a forty-three-year-old record label owner and divorcé, lives by rules that don't allow desire, especially not for his employee or the daughter of people he respects. As long hours and industry chaos draw them closer, attraction turns into something dangerous neither of them is willing to name. With her parents tightening their grip and her dreams of an artistic life slipping further away, Ayanna must choose between approval and authenticity. For Langston, loving her could cost him his reputation, his principles, and the one line he's sworn never to cross.

𝘚𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦: 𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌? ~𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗌 & 𝖣𝖾𝗃 𝖫𝗈𝖺𝖿 𝙎𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙤: 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙄 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚. ~𝙆𝙚𝙮𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙖 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖤𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀: "𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝖽? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌?" ~𝖵. 𝖡𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇

noun: weakness. /ˈwēknəs/ -a person or thing that one is unable to resist or likes excessively.

He left a mark I never asked for. Now he wants to finish the piece. Amina Westbrook didn't choose motherhood. But when her younger sister dropped a baby and disappeared, Amina stepped up, raised that little girl as her own, and never looked back. Seven years later, the past comes tatted, cocky, and fine as hell-standing in the grocery store with the same hypnotic eyes her daughter sees in the mirror. Santiago Vega. Zuri's father. The man who left before he ever knew she existed. Now he wants in. He wants time. Forgiveness. A chance to be a father. And every time he shows up with that deep voice and soft smirk, Amina hates how badly she wants to let him. Santiago isn't just showing up for Zuri-he's showing up for her. Fixing things she didn't ask him to fix. Dropping money in her hand like it's his right. Touching her like he already knows how she breaks. Amina's been holding everything together for so long, she doesn't know how to let go. Doesn't know how to want someone who actually stays. But Santiago stays. Through the attitude. The boundaries. The sparks that keep catching fire. And when he finally gets his hands on her? There's nothing soft about it. Now she's spiraling in his sheets, clashing with him in front of her family, and falling harder than she ever meant to. Because Santiago doesn't just want to play daddy. He wants the whole damn family. And this time, he's not leaving until he has them. Ink Don't Lie is a gritty, emotionally charged, standalone romance about second chances, found family, and the kind of love that refuses to walk away.

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?"