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Publié par	Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
Date de parution	09 mai 2017
Nombre de lectures	4
EAN13	9781648540257
Langue	English

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Published by Leo Sullivan Presents
www.leolsullivan.com

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
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Contents

Acknowledgments/ Dedication

1. Santana Young

2. Hennessy King

3. Kendrick Thomas

4. Spirit Byrd

5. Hennessy King

6. Giovanni Evans

7. Santana Young

8. Hennessy King

9. Spirit Byrd

10. Santana Young

11. Kendrick Thomas

12. Hennessy King

13. Spirit Byrd

14. Chantel Lockett

15. Santana Young

16. Giovanni Evans

17. Santana Young

18. Allison Evans

19. Hennessy King

Epilogue

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Acknowledgments/ Dedication

First off, I would like to thank God for even giving me the ability to have the talent of writing. I believe in Philippians 4:13, “I can do all things through Christ Jesus who strengthens me.” This journey of writing has been a tough one, having to deal with school and work but it was all worth it in the end.
To my amazing parents, thank you for believing in me as well and for not doubting me when I came to you guys with the idea of writing my very own book. I love you guys so much.
Also, to my readers, I would like to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. You guys constantly keep my motivated with the positive feedback. I appreciate the love that you all offer in the book reviews and even on Facebook. Without you guys, this journey wouldn’t even be possible, so I thank you.
Lastly, to Mr. Leo Sullivan himself, I thank you for believing in me and pushing me so that I could know my worth. In the beginning, I was writing just to have something to do but you made me take it seriously, and I appreciate all the words of encouragement that you have given me these past few months.
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Santana Young

I t had to be about three in the morning and I knew that because I’d just shut my eyes about forty-five minutes ago, after crying over this stupid ass man that I was deeply in love with! I don’t think there were any words that could explain the love that I had in my heart for Hennessy. My mother would kill me if she heard me say this because she went to church faithfully every Sunday; she would pray over me and then repeatedly tell me that God should be my everything but I swear, Hennessy is. I don’t worship Hennessy, nor do I think of him to be my God, but the love is so real.
So real, that I wanted to kill the bitch that I caught him with in the studio. I laughed with Hennessy all the time, and it just did something to my heart to have walked in on the two of them laughing and fuckin’ joking, looking like the perfect couple. It just amazed me how Hennessy couldn’t see where I was coming from because this was the same man that didn’t want me saying thank you to a man if he tells me “bless you”. With that being said, I love him to death but I won’t continue to feel like I’m number two in this life. I’ve been crying to him for months now, telling him how he’s always putting everything before me and I’ll be damned if he puts that bitch before me. I wouldn’t even give him that chance because I’ll just walk away.
My phone kept buzzing on the nightstand, and I didn’t even bother to roll over and answer it because it clearly had to be Hennessy calling. He more than likely had just gotten home, only to find out that I wasn’t there. I was dead ass serious when I told him at the studio not to look for me because I wouldn’t be there. I don’t know if I was walking away for good, but I damn sure needed my space and time away from him. I didn’t even have on my engagement ring. It was inside my dresser that I had at my mother’s house because that’s where I was right now.
No matter how grown I think I am, when things get too hard for me in life, I run right back to my mama. I still sleep in the bed with her but not tonight. I had finally cried myself to sleep and I didn’t want to have to keep her up with me and my drama. When I noticed that Hennessy wasn’t going to stop calling me, I blew out a breath of frustration, cut on the lamp and I snatched the phone from off the dresser. When I looked at the caller I.D. I saw that it was Paris that was calling me. My heart instantly started beating fast because I knew that this couldn’t be good.
“Paris, what’s going on?” I asked, already prepared for the worst as I jumped out of bed and placed my hand over my head. I already knew that she was about to tell me some shit that I didn’t want to hear. It was obvious at the time that she called me.
“Hennessy has been shot. Come down to Memorial hospital,” she said.
It couldn’t be good. She didn’t have that voice that she used, that let me know she was smiling on the other side of the phone, like she always did. In fact, she sounded worn out and like she had been crying.
“Is he going to be okay? What are the doctors saying?” I asked, with my body shaking and tears running down my face, as I pulled on the sweatpants that I had on the previous night. I was a damn wreck right now, not knowing what was going on with my man.
“They have him in surgery right now. We’ll find out from the doctors what’s going on once they finish,” she told me.
I assured her that I was on my way and then she hung up the phone. I must have been making a lot of noise because not too long after I hung up the phone with Paris, my room light cut on and my mom was standing there, wiping the sleep from her eyes. I searched around the room, looking for my keys, constantly wiping away at my eyes, because the tears were clouding my vision.
“Santana, what the hell is going on? Do not tell me that you’re about to take your ass to that studio again!” she said. I didn’t keep anything from my mom, so I told her about the pop-up I made on Hennessy last night and about the bitch that he had in there with him.
“No, ma! Paris just called. Hennessy was shot,” I said, and it’s like it registered when it came from out of my mouth. I started crying harder now and shaking even more than I was before.
“Santana baby, you need to calm down. Let me go and put some clothes on really fast, and I’ll drive you to the hospital,” she said, coming over to me getting down on her knees and pulling my chin up making me face her as I sat down on the bed, crying.
I felt like a little girl again, because I can’t tell you how many times she’s done this same thing to me when I was a little girl. I was so damn rough when I was younger. Always wanting to be outside with the boys, playing football and racing and shit, causing me to take a few falls that would have me coming in the house crying for my mama so that she could clean it up for me. She placed her hand on my small baby bump and looked me in the eyes.
“Santana, when you stress, you stress out the baby too. The baby feels what you feel. You need to calm down, take a breather, and just relax. Hennessy’s last name is King, so you know that man is not going nowhere. You’re about to marry that man and have his baby, trust me, he not trying to leave this world no time soon,” she assured me.
At this moment, those words were what I needed to calm me down because eventually, I’d stopped crying. But I still had thoughts running through my head, afraid that he wouldn’t make it. A few minutes later, my mom was ready, and the two of us were walking out of the door, after making sure that the house was locked up. She drove us to the hospital, while I sat in the passenger seat, praying the hardest that I had ever prayed in my life.
We were lucky enough to find a parking spot up front in the emergency room parking lot. When we got out of the car, my mom walked just as fast inside the hospital as I did. My mother has known Hennessy his entire life, so he was like the son that she never had. It was a quick process when we got there by checking in and letting us know what floor he was on. We were told that he was still in surgery and that we would have to wait out in the lobby until he was done. As soon as we rounded the corner and walked into the lobby, I spotted Paris, who was walking around in circles. She had Hazel with her, and she was laid out across three of the chairs, knocked out, with a blanket around her. She was sleeping so peacefully right now, not even knowing the severity of the situation. I was actually glad that she was asleep because that little girl loved her father to death and would probably go ballistic if she even had a feeling that something was going on with him.
As soon as I was close enough to Paris, I walked up on her and wrapped my arms around her, allowing her to cry on my shoulder. Just like Hennessy was like the son that my mother never had, I was like the daughter that Paris never had. I loved this lady to death. I even referred to her as “ma” when I talked to her. My mom didn’t feel any way about it because Hennessy called my mother “ma” as well.
“Ma, calm down. You crying is only going to have me crying. You need to be strong,” I told her.
“I know. That’s just my baby boy that we’re talking about. That’s my whole en