Money, Power, Glory

Money, Power, Glory

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Ester and Grey here to take over! Ester Renee Smith- That one person who started at the top, but ended at the bottom. From her parents dying, to having to drop out of college, and supporting her sister, Ester has been through some shit in her life. Unable to go back to college, how else can she support herself? The Drug Game. Grey Char'na More - Comes from a drug family, but her family was murdered in her face. She wasn't going to go to foster care or none of that bullshit, so Grey has one way to get fast money and not to be on the dangerous streets of Houston. And that way... is the Drug Game.
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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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