Finale-the last part of an event-especially when particularly dramatic or exciting. {The last book to the Lexington & Fetty series}

"I wake up in the mornin', all I think is flip. Count a couple hunnits, flip a couple bricks. Time to hit the plug now, need another flip. Countin' all this money, got me feelin' rich. Baby, that's my trap luv. Baby, that's my trap luv. And all my niggas trap drugs. ZooGang, we some trap lords." -Fetty Wap

He grabbed all of his things and prepared to storm out of the house when I spoke, "Can't handle the truth can you?" "Yeah, go ahead and leave," I crossed my arms across my chest and stared him down. "Just like you did a couple of years ago." He evilly glared at me before placing his hand onto the door knob of the front door. "Man, fuck you." He grumbled. "You ain't nothin' but a bum ass nigga. Why'd you leave us behind for these new hoes?" I found myself getting emotional. "I hate you!" I yelled. He grabbed me by my arm, slamming me up against the wall. "Say that shit again." He threatened through gritted teeth. I stared at him with annoyance and lust written all over my face. No matter how much I thought about how wrong he did me and his daughter, I couldn't bring myself to hate him. I love him.

Jaydi and her best friend, Camilla, have been obsessing over the Hip-hop star Tyga since he first came out. Just like every other one of his female fans, they talk about how cute he is, rave about his music, and wonder what they'd do if ever they met him. But never would they believe that Camilla would come across two tickets to his concert. And never would they believe that backstage, Jaydi would meet the soon-to-be love of her life. (Completed, sequel posted.) ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ɴᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ, ᴅɪsᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴇᴀɴs, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ/ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇʀ, ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀsᴇ ᴏғ ʙʀɪᴇғ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴇᴍʙᴏᴅɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴏɴᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇʀᴄɪᴀʟ ᴜsᴇs ᴘᴇʀᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴀᴡ. ғᴏʀ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇss: ᴀɪsʜᴀᴍᴜғғɪɴ28@ɢᴍᴀɪʟ.ᴄᴏᴍ. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇғʀᴀɪɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴠɪᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇss ɪғ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀ ɪɴǫᴜɪʀɪᴇs ᴘᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

Aubrey is magnificent. Fantastic. Exemplary. But he’s also stupid; because you just have to be stupid to burn down your million-dollar mansion all because of a cigarette. Now that his mansion and everything inside it - including the memorabilia from his high school years and family portraits with fake, practiced smiles - are gone, his uncle is willing to take Aubrey in. Uncle Drake’s mansion is even more lavish than Aubrey’s, but there are side effects: a crazy old man named Jeffie with a crazy story to tell, an up-to-no-good young man named Cyrus, and two gorgeous girls who are each granted the disadvantage of being loved by the magnificent, stupid Aubrey. Things may seem light at first - mysterious, but light. But what happens when Aubrey finds out that his life, and the lives of others, are at stake? Will anyone make it out alive? He wants to rescue everyone, but there’s only so much the man of the year can do.