Milan Cozart lived on the low-end of Chicago. A part of the city that was unbeknownst to tourists, yet never seemed to leave the front cover of the news... for murders. In this cutthroat slice she called home, there was one rule: Show no mercy. However, when you hold the life of a notorious drug lord in your hands...
-a traphouse production- my works #3 ...™️ "he got bands but i know he ain't me"
It's an east Atlanta love letter, who gon love better? Nobody because I say so...and my words hit like a Draco.
99.999999% of the characters are black. That's it's. That's the description. Check out the sequel to this book called "How Did You Want It Again?" EDITED: 2021
Private chef and self employed man falling in love with each other. This all I got, I'm not good at this.
He was bad. He smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good. He didn't care because no one taught him how to. But when it came to her, he wanted to be the best man. He couldn't bare the thought of her being hurt by him or by anyone else. He would kill to protect the girl who cared about someone as sin...
"Been about you, since I met you and imma keep it that way" You're special to me. You're the only one who I wouldn't mind losing sleep for, the only one who I can never get tired of talking to, and the only one who crosses my mind constantly throughout the day. You're the only one who can make me smile without trying...