*BOOK 3 in the Gang Life series. * (EDITING BUT COMPLETE) Jayla Santiago Co-don of one of the most powerful organised criminal agencies in the world. A ruthless killer and feared by the most vicious men and women and adored by all with charm, that will bring you crashing to your knees. Luis Jones. One foot in the life and the other in his law firm. He only has both feet in when absolutely necessary. After a total of 9 years apart, Will Jayla and Luis let this life of crime turn them into Bonnie and Clyde? Or has time buried everything that they wanted and everything they could have had?

(COMPLETE) Temah Amoah, an aspiring journalist and article editor joins one of the biggest companies that New York has to offer. She keeps to herself unless she is around family or extremely close friends. Her life is simple and a lack of complications all the way round until she meets her new boss. Douglas Coleman. Stubborn, dominant and intolerant to bullshìt. He has worked his way to the top and apart from a couple of flings, he never gets distracted. There is no way that this 5'6, curvy and inquisitive dark skinned beauty is going to throw him off! Right?....

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.