"I'm on whatever you on baby boy" "I wanna be on you pa"

Ziare Emmelle. Street nigga turned club promotor. Sincere Kazzi. King Pin turned strip club owner. When these two worlds collide, it's a story of betrayal, unexpected love and violence.

ʙᴏʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ɪᴛ's ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ғᴏʀ(ᴅɪᴇ ғᴏʀ,ғɪʀᴇ). ᴏᴏʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴜssʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ɪᴛ's ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ғᴏʀ (ɪ'ᴍ ᴏɴ ғɪʀᴇ). ғᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ, ᴀɴ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀʏ. ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ 📍

Both dominant, both love a challenge...what could go right?

" trust me C, you ain't never met a nigga like him before, so please be careful. Don't say I ain't warn you."

In this city, blood is currency. The streets don't forgive, and they certainly don't forget. "Ah got you, pa," Kaelen whispered his chin resting on julian's head "Ain't nobody ever gonna hurt you again."

Deno is unapologetic about how much he loves Tripp. His feelings are loud, obsessive, and impossible to miss, pushing him to extremes just to make Tripp understand that what he feels is real. Tripp refuses to face it. He dismisses Deno's devotion as too much, too intense, convincing himself that whatever exists between them doesn't mean anything at all. When Deno's presence begins to feel distant, something quietly changes. The shift forces Tripp to sit with emotions he's long ignored, revealing that denial can only last so long before the truth demands to be seen.

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

Jaden Graduated from Herbert Hoover High School without any hopes on going to college, he simply couldn't afford it. With all the chips stacked against him, he walks around with a perceivable optimism. This optimism catches the eyes of a few people that may find them selves exposed to a new world. But the sweet has to come with pain...

Sequel to Wrong Ties {Book 2} Have to read part one to understand what's going on. Six years after the events that happened changed everything. Kings of Notorious and Superiors no longer were what they used to be. Newer gangs came into town and took over everything. Life has never been easy for Rylos with his brother now being a gang leader, having a dysfunctional family, and a clingy ex-boyfriend who just can't seem to let him go. Suddenly, trouble comes along the way between him and the people he is surrounded with. Everything might just get worse if it hasn't already before... Only the people around him can help, even if that means the old gang has to come back together.