BankHeadCourt(#1)

BankHeadCourt(#1)

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Tyrone Maxwell the biggest dealer on the westside of Atlanta's streets he came from nothing so all he knows is nothing he grew up with both is parents but with his father stepping out on his mother,It was very dysfunctional with all a the arguing going on him and his 3 other siblings were really overlooked so growing up all he knew was hustle and do for his so they could have the best his hard attitude made it hard to be loved he was used to hitting and quitting What would happen when he runs into Nadia a wild hardheaded pretty little dark skinned who seems to have problems of her own but manages to keep them unseen ??
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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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