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  A Dangerous Love 2

  Can’t Let Go

  Lock Down Publications

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  A Dangerous Love 2

  Can’t Let Go

  A Novel by J Peach

  Copyright 2014 by J Peach A Dangerous Love 2

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  First Edition November 2014

  Printed in the United States of America

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Edited by: Epic Kreationz

  Acknowledgements

  Da'Jah and Da'Vion, my babies, if it wasn't for you two, the drive to continue on this journey would be nonexistent! You two are my heart and soul, for that alone I push myself to be better every single day! I love y'all so so much!

  My mommy, my best friend, thanks so much for your continuous support of my writing. I will always love and appreciate you for that!

  Coffee, I truly appreciate you for being my ear whenever I needed to vent or had a question about something. For dealing with my whining self, although you'll never admit it I know I am! So thank you!

  Cash, I know I can be irritating at times, thank you for putting up with me. Thank for being the mean, hard publisher you are. I swear if you were nice I won't get anything done, I promise I wouldn't! Lol so don't ever change.

  To my readers, I FREAKIN’ LOVE each and every one of you, I swear! You guys will never truly know or understand this feeling I have for you all! THANKS for the CONSTANT LOVE and SUPPORT you continue to show me. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!

  THANKS to EVERYONE that had anything to do with the PUBLICATION of my novel. I Truly APPRECIATE You All!!!

  Chapter 1

  Peaches

  My heart dropped as the gun went off. I watched Blaze stumble back as King’s arm jerked. The scream that left my mouth stopped short as it got caught in my throat from the loud bang.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you niggas?” Mike finally snapped as he pushed Blaze back then snatched King’s piece, which made it to go off.

  Relieved my brother wasn’t shot, a heavy breath left my mouth as I quickly went to him. Just too be sure, I did a double check of his body, not finding any major bleeding. I practically tucked myself against him. No matter what we went through, at the end of the day he was all I had.

  “King, are you fuckin’ serious, my nigga? You ‘bout to shoot yo boy?” The disapproving look on Mike’s face seemed to piss King off.

  King snatched his Desert Eagle, then pushed Mike back.

  “Fuck you mean? Yo ass just saw what the fuck he did,” King went off. He pushed me behind him, ready to go for Blaze, who didn’t seem bothered at all.

  Mike stepped in front of King and pushed him back again.

  “N’all, let ‘em go. Come on, baby.” Blaze taunted as he spit blood from his mouth and then pulled up his jeans.

  Mike turned toward Blaze, throwing him a harassing glare.

  “Nigga, chill the fuck out,” he spat, then turned his sights back on King but pointed toward me. “Yo ass ain’t say shit when she clocked that mothafucka over the head with that strap. I would’ve choked her mothafuckin’ ass too, same shit you would’ve done. Fuck outda here with that stupid shit. Peaches started that fuckin’ fight, she could’ve handled that shit herself,” Mike fussed, pissed off.

  I hummed my agreement to his ending statement. If King hadn’t kicked Blaze off me, I would have managed to get the taser I knew fell under the broken table and shocked the shit outda his black ass.

  “Peaches, shut yo ass up,” he snapped at me.

  My brows rose at that, this nigga got me fuck’d up!

  “Mike, who the fuck you think you’re talkin’ too?” I moved around King to step to him, but my brother grabbed me.

  “Peaches, sit the fuck down somewhere. And I dare yo ass to say some shit smart.” King eyed me hard, daring me to say something.

  I didn’t want to fight with him. My body ached from Blaze slamming me into that table. With a smack of my lips, I looked away from King.

  “B, put yo hands on her again, my nigga.” King harshly spat out.

  “Baby girl can handle herself. She pull another gun on me, I’ma fuck her ass up. Boss that shit.” Blaze stared directly at me as he talked.

  I felt like being childish and talking shit, hell sticking up my middle finger. But the seriousness his voice held had me swallowing my smart remark. Plus, I knew King’s ass was going to jump in it. Oh, but once he was gone, Blaze and I were going to have words with no interruptions.

  “Look, now ain’t the time for this bullshit,” Mike emphasized as he pointed to Sly. “Twins should be here in a minute. King, Peaches need to go before they pull up,” Mike insisted.

  King gazed down at me with furrowed brows.

  “Peaches, get yo shit and go, I’ll call when you can come back.” King informed me. The look he gave set confusion in my body.

  “Who is Twins?” The slant to King’s eyes had me raising my hands and moving away from him. “Fine, but just in case you stupid son of bitches forgot I do live in an apartment, somebody ‘bout heard all this bullshit.”

  “Shut the fuck up and get out.” King yelled, then pushed me toward the door. Not saying another word to him, I snatched my stuff up off the floor and walked out my apartment. Pissed, I purposely slammed the door, my chested rose and fell hard from my heavy breathing.

  “Stupid bitch!” I fumed as I bounced down the stairs and out my building.

  Once in my car, I started it and quickly pulled off.

  ***

  Two-thirty rolled around I was still at the gun range. I had been there for hours and I still wasn’t ready to go. I needed to be by myself. With the stress of the morning weighing heavily on me, Sly being shot, and me not knowing how he was doing, I was on edge. Then add King and Blaze’s bullshit on top of that and my nerves were literally out of whack. So much so that my body jittered and my hands shook uncontrollably, which caused my mind to race.

  I was wondering whether or not King would ever back off and let me breathe. I was trying to figure out what the fuck Blaze’s problem was, even though his possessive ways were kind of sexy. As all that ran through my head, one question remained, am I willing to throw away my wants to indulge what Blaze could bring?

  The fact that I was even thinking that pissed me off. To be with a hood… A sigh left my mouth and my head shook as I tried to rid myself of those thoughts.

  I ejected the clip from my gun and laid it on the wooden stand. Then I grabbed the fifteen round magazine, slammed it inside the Glock, loaded the chamber, then squeezed the trigger. I didn’t stopping until every bullet left the clip and it clacked empty. After the third pull, I sat the gun on the stand, then took the ear plugs from my ears as a sigh slipped through my lips.

  “Peaches, you have ten minutes,” the owner informed me.

  “Alright,” my head nodded in his direction and I noticed I was the only one still there. As I bent over to pick up the case for my Glock, my phone vibrated.

  Jerron’s name flashed across the screen. The
relationship between me and Ron was complicated, had been since I was fourteen. I debated whether or not I should answer, but thought better of it. With my stress level being so high, just hearing Ron’s voice would make me tell him everything that happened. He knew how King was, but to find out about Blaze would only cause problems. Hell, to find comfort in him alone wasn’t what I needed.

  It just made things easier to not think about him at all. The feelings Blaze brought, the only other person who could cause that giddy ache in the pit of my stomach was Ron, so talking to him would only complicate shit more.

  My finger slid across the screen and I rejected his call, but sent him a message that said I was handling business and would call him once I got home. After I pocketed my phone and packed my stuff up, I left the range. Still feeling stressed and not wanting to deal with anyone, I went to mall with the hope that shopping would ease my tensed posture.

  ***

  For the next three hours, I walked around the mall, going into different stores. I had six different bags filled with clothes I’d probably never wear. Even so, I felt a lot better with the binge shopping I’d done. Once I left Rue 21, I went to the T-Mobile stand and bought me another phone. After they put my sim card inside, I headed to the food court. My bags had just left my hands, butt barely touched the chair, and my phone was going off.

  Kim’s name flashed on the screen and I quickly answered.

  “Hey babe, what’s up?”

  “Bitch, where you at?” Kimmy whispered into the phone.

  My brows furrowed and I didn’t reply back at first. Why is she whispering?

  “Peach, King’s here,” she hurriedly whispered once more. So that’s why she was whispering. After the altercation that morning, I had called all of my girls, filled them in on everything, and told them I didn’t want to talk to King or Blaze.

  My lips smacked in a frustrated matter. “Tell King’s ass I’m grown, I don’t need his worrisome ass to check up on me. Tell ’em I’m good and to keep his psychotic ass friend the fuck away from me,” I snapped, about to hang up.

  “Who the fuck you talkin’ to, Peaches? I been calling yo ass all fuckin’ day.” King spoke loud and irritably into the line.

  “Well, that’s yo boy’s fault. His crazy ass threw my phone against the wall and broke it. Look, I’m trying to find a hotel for the night, so I’ll call you when I’m settled—” My lie was cut off as King started to talk again.

  “Peaches, take yo ass home. I’ll be there in a minute. I’ight?” He ordered.

  A snort left my mouth, I was done letting King control my every move. “I’m not going home, probably ain’t shit there to go to.” The attitude in my voice could be heard.

  He quickly detected it because a sigh left his mouth. “Look, man, I’m sorry for putting my hands on you. I was wrong, okay.” King apologized. He sounded sincere, but I could never be sure with him. I didn’t reply back at first. “I got you something,” he announced.

  I couldn’t help the smile that came to my face. “What you get me?” I asked.

  “Take ya ass home and see. I’m on my way there now,” he laughed.

  “Okay, here I come. Bye.” Never, would I ever beg for anything or claim to be spoiled, but I would never decline a gift from my brother.

  If he messed up, then it was only natural for him to do it. That’s probably why he thought doing the shit he did was cool. Once he bought me something, we were right back on good terms. But not this time. Even so, I was taking what he got me.

  ***

  King met me at the door once I walked into my building.

  “Hey baby sis—”

  “What you do want, King? If you lied about getting me something I’ma be pissed.” Straight to the point, I wasn’t about to play with him.

  King gave me a slight glare as he stared down at me.

  “Peaches, shut up, damn, ain’t nobody lie to you. Now come on,” he said, then snatched my hand into his and pulled me up the stairs to follow.

  Once inside, I punched him in the back, making him laugh. We stopped in the entrance of my living room. He moved from in front of me.

  I swear my face lite up.

  “You got Mommy’s table fixed?” After our mom and dad died, I couldn’t stand to live in the house no more without them so I moved in with King and was staying with him until I turned eighteen and found my apartment. We kept our parents’ place because we didn’t have the heart to sell it or get rid of anything.

  When I moved, I wanted something of my mom’s. I remember she loved this table, apparently she’d found it at the same time my dad found her. Long story short, they both wanted the table, but my mother being a ‘don’t take shit’ type of woman, she got it and my dad’s number. Crazy, but it was special to her, so I wanted it. There wasn’t anything special about the table itself beside the story of how she got it. It was a simple mahogany cocktail table with a shelf.

  “No, they couldn’t fix it, but I got one just like it. I know it don’t mean the same and I’m sorry but I also got—” He walked out of the room then returned a short while later with a white and light brown ball of fur. “Here…”

  “King, you got me kitten? Seriously,” I couldn’t help but laugh. How was I gon’ take care of a cat? But he was trying to make it up to me. “Thanks, King.” I kissed his cheek before a loud squeak left my mouth.

  “Damn, Peaches, shit! What the fuck you scream fah? Tryna bust a niggas eardrum,” King snapped, covering his ears.

  “You got me a TV—”

  “I didn’t get that, it was here when I got here this morning.” My brows furrowed at that and shook my head.

  “No, it wasn’t.” My eyes looked from the TV to King then back again. “That TV wasn’t here.”

  “It was. How the fuck you ain’t gon’ notice that big ass sixty-five inch sitting there? I swear I wonder about yo ass sometimes.” With the shake of his head, he flopped down on the couch before he placed his feet on my table.

  “King, I love you, but if you don’t get yo feet off my table I swear,” his feet quickly came down. “Thank you. We need to get Cherry here some food.” I laughed, handing the cat to King. “I’m going to shower, then I’ll make us dinner.” Before I left the living room I turned back to him. With only one question in mind. “Hey, King, how is Sly?”

  “Don’t ask questions. Gon’.” He quickly dismissed the subject.

  I hated the don’t ask questions rule he had. It only made me want to know more. Even so, I never did.

  ****

  “Peaches, somebody at the door!” King yelled from the living room fifteen minutes later. I swear that’s a lazy nigga, he sitting right there. ”Peaches!”

  Hurriedly, I put my hair in a messy bun, then left out of my room.

  “I’m coming.” Upon entering the living room I noticed my clean carpet. “Why you couldn’t answer the door?” As I bypassed him, my hand slapped hard against his head.

  “Bitch!” King yelled after me.

  “I’m coming, damn!” I called out. “Coming, coming…” Once the door opened, it slammed right back closed and I locked.

  Chapter 2

  Peaches

  “King come get yo friend from my door. I don’t want his disrespectful ass here.” I walked into the living room, picked up Cherry, my little kitten, then sat on the love seat.

  “You want me to fall back and let you be grown. I’m doing that, you got this,” was King’s nonchalant response.

  I didn’t get a chance to say nothing back because as soon as my butt hit the couch this mothafucka walks his ass in the room. Didn’t I lock that door?” I know I locked that damn door—”

  “I was being nice, but yo rude ass slammed it in my face so I used my key.” This mothafucka had a key to my apartment.

  My eyes snapped to King. Only to find his teeth had sunk into his bottom lip. He thought this shit was funny?

  I sat Cherry down, that dude must have seriously thought he could straight hoe me. Not
this one, he don’t.

  “Blaze, I’m not about to play these little childish ass games with you. Give me my key and leave. Like I don’t do this at all and I’m not about to start now. This ain’t King’s spot nor does he sleep in this bitch or pay a bill. You his friend, so don’t come over here no more, real talk. Like, I’m so fuckin’ done being nice to you. I don’t do crazy mothafuckas and yo ass is just that. A rude, crazy, disrespectful ass nigga. I don’t deal with yo type, so you gotda go.”

  I walked past him and Sam, who had shown up with Blaze, then opened my front door with my hand held out, waiting for my key. “Sam, I ain’t got a problem with you, we had our problems, but we let it go. King, come get yo friend before I put my hands on him. I don’t want an altercation, but I’d get it in with this nigga. Come on, daddy, you got to go.”

  “I ain’t got shit to do with it. Shid, throw yo knuckles on and handle that nigga,” King boosted. “I don’t get in grown folks shit no more.” He pissed me off not taking it seriously.

  “King, I’m fo’real right now. Blaze get yo ass out.”

  Blaze looked at me with amusement clearly in his eyes. He licked his lips—damn that was sexy—threw me my key and then walked into the living room. This bitch.

  Before I could throw a punch, Sam pushed me into the hallway. He closed the door behind him. “Calm yo little violent ass down, man. He had intended to come and apologize for earlier. That man never apologizes and all he been talking about was how he fuck’d up with you and you turn around snap at him.”

  “The fuck you mean? He’s fuckin’ crazy and disrespectful. I’m not about to deal with that shit, Sam. You can stay if you want, but he gotda go.” My chest rose and fell hard as my breathing picked up. My nerves once again on edge. I wanted to hit him.