SEQUEL TO POWER TRIP "I don't know if I want a white picket fence and a dog no more." "But that's the American Dream ain't it?" Kentrell Gaulden used to be at a place where he could give a fuck less whether he lived or died. His life was meaningless and he was just going through the motions. Until he finally had something to live for. His new purpose sends him back to the past and he reconnects with the one that got away. Can they finally be together and live the American Dream?

Back when King Von was still coming up, before the plaques and the cameras, there was Amyah. She was his peace-his calm in the storm of the streets. Amyah had been there before the fame, the deals, and the lights. She knew the man behind the lyrics, the pain behind the eyes. But somewhere along the way, Von let the fame swallow him whole. Late nights turned into missed calls. Studio sessions turned into cold shoulders. And loyalty? It started to feel one-sided. Amyah begged him to slow down, to remember who he was before the world knew his name. But Von was too far gone. Caught up in the fast life, the jewelry, the fans, the women. And one night, after yet another argument drowned in silence, she walked away for good. Von thought she'd come back-until she didn't.

"I made the decision to cheat on my wife because I liked the way you made me feel vulnerable and comfortable enough to open up to you the night before it happened. I ain't never did shit like that before and that's what made it easy for me to choose to risk everything I got for you." "That shit probably not a big deal to you but a nigga like me ain't never opened up to nobody but my best friend-and still..that's rare. I hate even talking about her with you but I don't even feel comfortable talking to Ariana about my feelings 'cause I know she gon' judge me. You don't make me feel like that."

𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘔𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘢. 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘐𝘚 𝙈𝙮 𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙖. [JULY 2024- Ongoing]

"I can't leave you alone. You got me feenin'." -Dave East 18+ {Desires that could be physically, mentally, or emotionally dangerous will always give a thrill.}

"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.

First time we fucked, we ain't really plan it.. But now I'll be making love to you through him...

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘪𝘵. "𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩." [JUNE 2023- JULY 2024]

𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞.... 2/10/23

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