Benjamin "Money" Carter is a vivacious young stickup kid, along with his wife Angel of four years. The two have been doing stickups since the age of sixteen and eighteen. They don't care who you are. If you got it-they want it. When the two rob and murder two members who belongs to a team of killers called the Savage Boysz, all hell breaks loose. As if battling it out with the ruthless SB crew isn't enough. One of the SB boysz has something on them that Money and Angel takes that throws them right into the world of the elites. Can Angel still be a ride or die chick while being hunted by a vicious street gang along with dealing with the lifestyle of fast money, women, clothes, cars, drugs and everything else? Sex, Lies, Murder, Greed, Lust, Betrayal, Deceit...

Essence Brown, 21 years old deep into the drug game along side her boyfriend of 3 years Damian "Money" Johnson. Her boyfriend is the leader of every corner and borough of the south. After his father was killed , at a young age he took over & held it down every since. Their relationship isn't the best, but when it comes down to it Essence is down for her man. When thats put to the test, and Damian is in court for a drug charge, who do you think testifies ? With her life on the line, and her right hand on the bible will she tell the truth and nothing but the truth , or will she lie through her teeth to hold him down ? Book 1 of 3. Cover by: _tolerated. COPYRIGHT © 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED VANESSA WRIGHT

He slowly backs up until his back is against the wall like my own, "You're..my neighbor?" He points to my door and I nod my head quickly. He hums softly, "You been here a while?" He asks and I nod my head once again. He chuckles, "Ya head hurt?" I nod again but stop as he laughs softly, "I-I mean.. no.. it doesn't." My cheeks burn red as I look at my shoes, "I-It doesn't hurt.." I repeat like a dummy and listen to him clear his throat, "So do you actually live there or was it bull?" He nods to my door and I play with my fingers, "Yeah.. I do.." I feel his eyes watch me and I quickly stop. "You live with your boyfriend or do you like sweatshirts that reach your knees?" He teased, making a giggle slip past my lips. I look away to the floor again, "I-I like big shirts... a lot." I mumble softly and he nods his head, "Hol' up." He puts his box down before walking over to one of the grey bins. I nosily watch as he pulls out a big grey sweatshirt, "Here." He holds it out for me to take and I stare at him with wide eyes, "F-For me?" I hesitantly grab the soft fabric as he chuckles, "Nah for ya mom." I puff my cheeks a little and give him a small glare, "Hush." He leans back against the wall and shakes his head, "It's cold out. You should put it on." ____________________________ She was a shy girl from the city with no spine and a list of problems so long that it could touch the floor and roll off her shoes. Though troublesome, she never truly minded because despite her fears, she was a smart little thing and worked around it. But like many of us, it kept her trapped in a tight little box. The fear of pain, insecurities, and endless thoughts held her back from the life she dreamt of. Until she met him. He was everything she could pray for and more. Tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, and caring. Perhaps she could peek out her little box.. just this once? __________ PLEASE STOP COPY PASTING MY BOOK!!!! THEIF!!! #1 in Daddy (1/1/2021) #1 in Black Romance (5/15/21)