Thug Love
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Some people call me crazy for marrying a thug. But I was just a regular girl in love with a thug just like every other girl.People also call me crazy for having his baby but I was just a girl that wanted to carry a thugs baby. My mother doesn't talk to me anymore because I married him and had his kids but I don't care she should be happy that the fact a man loves me and makes me happy and keeping me and my kids safe. My older brother talks to me from time to time but it's never face to face because he doesn't like my husband either. Its funny how family can turn on u because of one person but at this point in life I really dont care anymore as long as I'm happy and my kids is happy that's all that matters. I love my kids and husband and I love the Thúg £õvé we share
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"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

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