"𝙈𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 & 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙞.

Copyright. ©️ 2025 All Rights Reserved. She's always been theirs, Even when she didn't know it... They grew up together They protected her while she thought they were abusive.... She left them, They became RUTHLESS. Menace's to society.... Years later, she returns back home, Only to be reminded.... She always been THEIR POSSESSION. Written By: Nilda Jay Began on: 5/28/2025 Completed on: 11/22/2025

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞. *this is my first book, please don't stress ya selves out bc I did while writing it! 😭

Fresh out of prison, Dayvon has nothing-and no one to trust. Amani is the one person who might change that. The calm in the chaos of his life. But past mistakes, danger, and rising fame won't let him have peace easily. In a world that's always ready to break them, can they hold on to what really matters?

"Sᴛʀᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀs, Sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴡᴏʀᴅs. Kɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ sᴏꜰᴛʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs sᴏɴɢ. Kɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ sᴏꜰᴛʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs sᴏɴɢ. Tᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴡᴏʀᴅs, Kɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ sᴏꜰᴛʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs sᴏɴɢ." - Lauryn Hill

"𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎" 𝐍𝐁𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐇: 𝘒𝘢𝘻𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘰, 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢, 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘢, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘜𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳, 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘒𝘢𝘻𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘦, 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯. cover by @-laysdiary

"You know how special you gotta be to change a nigga like me? Huh?" He tilted her head back to make her look at him, and a faint smile grew on her face as he wiped her cheeks. "My own grandparents couldn't do it for me and I loved them more than anything. You the one for me ma. That's why I ain't told you everything yet 'cause I don't wanna run you away. I need you." He laid his forehead against hers, gently kissing her lips. "Nobody will ever believe that King Von from O Block be crying to me like this." She smiled as she gazed into his red eyes, and he chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I ain't King Von wit' you. Just love." He kissed her cheek next, and her smile grew as her arms tightened around him for a warm hug.

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

"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.

There's a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.