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

Do you remember who you were, 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞? 'Cause 𝐈 do.

The lifestyle her mother introduced her to? It was never a child's place but she had no choice. Esmé Solei, at the age of twelve, witnessed things a child should never have to. A lifestyle meant for survival but passion to most, at least according to her mother. Esmé grew accustomed to the streets being that she's around her mom twenty four seven. Unfortunately the number twelve would be embedded in her head forever. A particular night happened to change her life for the better and worse when she runs into Moses. A face the streets feared and the name that was opposite of the biblical meaning. But that's also short lived.. because she wanted everything and by all means necessary, she was going to get it.

"Put a 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 opp b*tch in the morgue, call that b*tch drop dead 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬." - KV

After moving to Chicago to start a new life, Sveya isn't looking for nothing beyond a fresh start. Between church, school, and learning how to exist without losing herself, her life feels limited...until she meets Solomon.

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

Reentry Case 007: Male, 37, assault with intent to kill, parole conditions strict. Not to be left alone with female staff.

𝗦𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗶'𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁-𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗠𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀, 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁. 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗔𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘂𝘀'𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗶𝘁, 𝗦𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱... 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗦𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲- 𝗶𝘀 𝗔𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺, 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿... 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝗻?

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩-𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐳, 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

| 𝐚𝐡 • 𝐠𝐚𝐡 • 𝐩𝐚𝐲 | 𝟏. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞; 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. (BOOK ONE.) (EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE.)