Suhari Aleí Jaxon never wanted the life that came with loving Hendrix. She married him before the money, before the fear, before Detroit learned his name and moved out the way when he stepped into it. To her, Hendrix was just a husband. To the city, he became a nightmare. As Hendrix became bigger in the streets, the man Suhari loved disappeared. What replaced him was ruthless, merciless, and addicted to power. No one was off limits ... Suhari tried to pull him back, build something clean so they could finally breathe. But the streets had him, and they weren't letting go. When whispers reach Khadim that his cousin Hendrix is moving sloppy and drowning the city in unnecessary blood, he comes back to fix what Hendrix always breaks but what Khadim uncovers changes everything. A secret he kept to make sure Suhari never left. When the truth finally reaches Suhari, love turns into something darker. Something violent. Teaming up with the one man capable of destroying Hendrix's empire, she sets out for revenge unaware that hate, grief, and desire don't mix cleanly. One mistake turns into passion. Passion turns into betrayal. And every choice spills more blood. Now Detroit is split down the middle. Two cousins. One throne. One woman caught between the man she married and the man who might ruin her just as badly. This isn't a love story. It's a war.

"Why? You already broke my heart once.. I'd be a fool to let you do it again." "We not in college or kids anymore. It's different this time around." ★⁂✫彡 𝐀 𝐉𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐂

🎶"She a down bitch , a hold me down bitch , super fly chick , a ride or die bitch and I just wanna say I'm happy that you my bitch ." 🎶-Yo gotti

COVER BY @NURIBANDSS a woman named promise who was invited to her best friend in collage wedding, she hadn't seen Jada in 2 years due to how messy life had been for both of them but the friendship still remained. Accepting the invitation without a thought, the wedding was taking place in New York City where Jada was born and raised. The wedding was going to be hosted by the St. Clair family , Jada St. Clair was the only girl out of the 4 children Ja'Lisa and Jabari had. Jabari Jr, Judah , Jada and Jamar were the 4 children of the black mafia family. Big Jabari Aka Demon in the streets started all this at a very young age, he moved smart and his two sons Jj and Judah took over the business and ran it even better than he did, with Jada being the only girl this wedding was special and it was gonna be bigger than anyone could imagine, With Judah being a man who doesn't believe in love all he cares about is the streets but what happens when he meets his little sister old best friend, promise?

"The best blessings are right in front of you."

She runs a luxury beauty lounge. He runs routes in the NFL. When soleia Carter and Jeremiah smith cross paths, neither is looking for love - but the chemistry? Instant. She's not impressed by status. He's tired of women chasing his name. But the more they collide, the harder it gets to stay in their own lanes. Because some games aren't played on the field... and hearts don't always follow the rules. 🥇#1 in athlete 🥇#1 in latto 🥇#1 in black fiction 🥇#1 in Atlanta 🥇#1 in entrepreneur 🥇#1 in Jeremiah smith 🥈#2 in romance fiction #4 in urban fiction

"She never asked to be chosen second. He never asked to love soft." Ka'Lani Simone Harris spent her whole life watching boys pick her brownskin twin, Imani, first. Every text, every glance, every "you cute but..." - it all ended the same. But when Juelz Amir Thompson steps into her world - quiet, tattooed, hood-smart, and realer than any man she's known - he flips her entire mindset. Only... Ka'Lani ain't sure if he really sees her, or just another shadow of her sister. Juelz got demons. A past that moves quiet but dangerous. And love? That shit was never part of the plan. But Ka'Lani pulls something out of him nobody's ever touched - not his exes, not his block, not even his blood. Now the city watching. Girls throwing shade. Secrets resurfacing. And his enemies? They don't like seeing him soft. But love like this? Ain't soft. It's bold. It's bruised. And it refuses to be background. This ain't no fairytale. This is hood love

Being too deep means nothing stays untouched not even love.

a trap house production #6 "ain't no playin', this is us. boy, be gentle, ain't no rush 365, you're the only one I trust. no, I can't get enough"