Summary || Plot "I was warned about boys like you." Folding her arms Moenice was getting hot under the stare of Theo's beautiful brown eyes. "Oh yeah. What exactly were you warned about?" Taking a step closer, Theo knew what he was doing, he knew how he made Moenice feel. "All boys just want one thing, they come sniffing, begging, chasing after it." Moenice wasn't about to let Theo see the real her. To her he was just like the other brothers around here, feening for something that could easily fuck up both lives. "Good thing I'm a grown. Ass. Man." Grabbing her face, he spoke slowly against her lips. He kept one hand around her waist and the other tilting her head back. "And this grown ass man ain't with that little boy shit." Trying to catch her breath Moenice was almost under his control, she knew what he was doing and knew just how to fight back. "Show me." Slowly pulling his hand off her face she whispered in his ear nibbling on his earlobe to arouse him. "Actions speak volume Theo." Closing her door quietly she leaned against it. Theo was absolutely no good for a good girl like Moenice, but she seemed to be breaking all the rules anyway. ~*~*~*~* Welcome to Brownsville NY. You got your Gang bangers, drug dealers, Crack heads, and a few loving people that actually want to make it some place. Coming up around here someone was always getting in trouble, or killed. Moenice always swore she would never get caught up in that life. But what happens when she meets Theodore, one of the most smooth talking drug dealers around the block. As her 18th birthday approaches, life as Moenice knows it changes and breaking all the rules is exactly what she has to do. Love wasn't what either expected, but can love be enough to save both their lives, from a world full of hate and Crime?

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗦𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗹.

𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐭𝐨 "𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭" 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈'𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞, 𝐈𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐀𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞, - 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭,

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

𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. © 2021, 𝐋𝐔𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐘𝐁 All Rights Reserved. [𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 2021 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 2021.]