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Raised in the Smoke | Book 2

Raised in the Smoke | Book 2

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Michael B. Jordan
Melody "Lil Bit" Moore is trying to hold her family together while her husband Smoke is locked up... still running his mouth like he runs the house and a temper that don't know how to be gentle when he scared. They love each other bad. The kind of love that don't always sound pretty. Their kids? Raised in it. Their twin sons, Malachi and Messiah, are straight-A students with gang ties, street reputations, and tempers that don't come with warnings. They're rich, feared, and still acting like they don't got sense. Their little sister Eliana "Peach" is caught between being the baby and having a sharp mouth, too grown for her age, trying to protect her mama while she still figuring out who she is. Everybody got something they hiding. And the Moores don't do "calm conversations." They do slammed doors, blocked numbers, busted lips, and "say it again" energy. They do family... like war. ♛ ─── ♛ ─── ♛ ─── ♛ ─── ♛
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I was always lost on what freedom and love looked like. I thought it looked like moving away at first, then it turned into just being able to go into town without worry. After that it looked just like a man I used to know, and after he left. I had no idea what exactly freedom should look, taste, sound or smell like anymore. I thought I had everything I needed growing up, and that freedom didn't exactly matter. Why care about it, as long as we were locked away together? Now years and a few months later, I was forced to figure that out. What freedom looked like for me.

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