My brother's best friend

My brother's best friend

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Haidyn and Gerald Bond are a sister and brother who are only a year apart, Gerald being the oldest. They have been on their own since they were 14 and 15 years old, when their mother abandoned them, their dad left when Haidyn was 4. Gerald is very over protective of a now 20 soon to be 21 year old Haidyn. Kylan is Gerald's 22 year old, best friend, "business" partner and also the siblings roommate. He has had it just as hard as them, his mother was on crack when she was pregnant with him leaving him with an abusive father who was killed when Kylan was only 14. Kylan was on his own ever since then. What happens when Gerald's baby sister starts to fall for his playa-made best friend. Will this be a match made in heaven or a catastrophe?
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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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