She wants out of her marriage, but would she be willing to sell her trigger-happy husband and his sadistic crew out to start a new life?

When King walks out of those prison gates bruised, hurting, and free the only person on his mind is Jada. She held him down through the darkness, and now he's coming home for her. But freedom isn't peaceful. Dre is still hunting. The streets still talking. And Jada's safe house is starting to crack under pressure. King is out... and he's ready to claim everything that's his. Even if the whole world tries to stop him.

He don't talk much. He don't smile either. But when Dre "Ghost" Carter sees Jade for the first time, words ain't even necessary - the look in his eyes says it all: she's his. Dre runs the streets in silence - no noise, no witnesses, no mercy. The kind of man people whisper about but never dare to cross. Jade? She's not from that world. She's quiet, funny, the type who minds her business and stays out the way. Until her best friend drags her to a party that changes everything. One stare across that smoky room, and the most dangerous man in the city decides she belongs to him. Jade swears she's not the "ride or die" type... but Dre's pull feels different. Possessive. Addictive. The kind of love that burns slow - and might just destroy them both. Because in his world, silence can kill... and love can too.

"She got my name, my kids, my heart - and a bucket in the basement 'cause she don't know how to stop." - Malik Mitchell Still His Wife A Toxic Black Romance Novel Malik Mitchell never touched another woman. Never needed to. Jade Carter was his first, his only, and the only one reckless enough to keep breaking him just to see if he'll crack. She cusses out his mama, leaves her kids to go cheat, and comes home smelling like another man. She got a salon he paid for, a Bentley in the driveway, and a bedroom with a mirror on the ceiling and a stripper pole in the middle - and still she says he's not enough. His sisters want to fight her. His mother calls her a curse. But Malik? Malik cries over her. Worships her. Checks her panties for lies. And when she finally runs one time too many? He locks the door behind her and brings her dinner like nothing happened. Because she's still his wife. And he don't care what she say - she ain't never leaving.

Rumi "Rue" Monroe was a girl who grew up too quick and too soon. When her parents died, all she had left was herself, her overworked aunt, and bills they could never quite outrun. Fresh out of a relationship after catching her man in bed with another woman, Rue is exhausted working herself to the bone, drowning in responsibilities, and done with men altogether. She keeps her head down, minding her business, praying life gives her something better than struggle and disappointment. She isn't looking for love, danger, or anything that can break her again. Until she meets him. Nazir "Naz" Creed is the coldest man in the city a quiet storm with a reputation that speaks louder than he ever needs to. Running the streets with his brothers built him an empire people fear and respect in equal measure. Naz moves with precision, loyalty, and violence when necessary, and he's never cared about much outside money, power, and keeping his circle alive. But then he sees Rue. What starts as a chance encounter turns into a collision neither of them can walk away from. Rue's sweetness clashes with Naz's darkness, her broken hope meets his guarded heart, and suddenly the city's coldest man finds himself warming to the one girl who wasn't looking for him in the first place. And the streets? The streets don't like when the wrong people start caring about each other.

Sparks fly when a high-spirited young woman runs away from her wedding to a vicious mafia boss and lands in the arms of a heartbroken billionaire, who offers her his protection and a place to stay at his penthouse. [FULL SUMMARY INSIDE]

"You taught me the real meaning of love again" 𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿: @Dreamgirlmyaah

"𝙄𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚."

"Woah, slow down. What?" I heard him say and I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up. "Ma.." He trailed off and I already knew it was his mother. "That has nothing to do with you." He said and I sat up because I could hear him getting angry. "What's wrong?" I asked him and he put his phone on speaker. "I can't believe you got that little.." She trailed off, too angry to even get her words out. "..whore pregnant, Sage." "And then the little slut gets an abortion, I hope she knows that she will rot in hell." She said and my heart dropped. He hung up the phone on her before she could say anything else. "Baby." He looked at me as I bit my lip, standing to my feet. "Olive." He stood to his feet as well. I quickly walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me before Sage could catch me. I broke down crying as he stood on the other side of the door. "Babygirl, I love you." "I love you too." I told him, breathing heavily. "Don't cry, love. Nothing she says matters, she's just mad because I love you so much and there's nothing she can say to change that." "Open the door for me please?" I wiped my face before I slowly opened the door for him. "I'm done with her." He said, shaking his head. He pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist as he shoved his head into my neck. "Until she can learn to respect you as my lady, she's out of our life."

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.