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Publié par	Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
Date de parution	22 avril 2017
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781648540929
Langue	English

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Trill Love 2
An Urban Romance

CoCo Shawnde
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This novel is published by

LEO SULLLIVAN PRESENTS, LLC
P.O. Box 924043
Norcross, GA 30010
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Cover Designer: Marion Designs
Contents

1. Tweet

2. Hollywood

3. Meechie

4. Tweet

5. Tootie Raw

6. Mizhani

7. Meechie

8. Len'Yae

9. Mizhani

10. Meechie

11. Len'Yae

12. Chevy

13. Hollywood

14. Tango

15. Meechie

16. Mizhani

17. Len'Yae

18. Chevy

19. Hollywood

20. Tango

21. Tweet

22. Meechie

23. Chevy

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Previously In Trill Love: An Urban Romance

“H ello,” I answered my phone.
I swear I sounded like death. I lost my voice at the club, and I was in the middle of some good ass sleep before the phone rang. I peeped I was naked but, between my legs was untouched. I was in and out last night, but Boone knew better than to slide his dick anywhere near me! I looked over at him and shook my head. He was laying on top of the comforter with nothing on. This nigga swear he get too hot with covers on him at night. His hard on was looking mighty thick. I was so lost in the trance looking at it that I wasn't hearing shit else. I almost didn't catch the fact that my grandma was calling and I had answered before I wished.
“Tweet! TWEET!”
“Yeah- yeaaa- Yes?”
“It's YES MA’AM! And good morning!”
“Yes ma’am, and good morning, Grandma.” I stretched my arms and legs and turned my back to Boone so I couldn't see his meat laying out like that.
I peeped the time. It was ten o’clock, and I needed a few more hours. I knew I had to go pick up Cherish'Mi though.
“You sound terrible! Are you sick?”
“No ma’am. I lost my voice last night at Len'Yae’s birthday party, Grams.”
My grandma did a heavy sigh and I knew something was wrong. “Where are you?”
I was about to fix my lips to lie. It wasn't me trying to be childish, but I honestly didn't want Grams all in my business like she usually is.
“I'll be home soon… You sound worried. Everything okay?”
There was a long pause before anything else was said.
“Baby, Saahir’s mother, Sabrina, came over this morning…”
My heart dropped because Sabrina had been blowing me down for the last two weeks. She had a feeling something that had happened to Saahir. Last month he had told her and me that he knew some shit was gon’ happen to him. Like he was being watched and followed.
Saahir admitted to having something to do with my house getting shot up, but he wasn't open to telling it all to me . Clearly, it was more to it. Saahir had been a totally different person those two weeks before he went missing. He got Cherish'Mi more, and did what he needed to do. That's how I got money for a new place and car so quick. He dropped it all out of regret. I hated how we had to go through all this, but Saahir could've killed me or his own damn daughter. He was so damn stupid, and acted like he had no brain. He didn't care about us then, so I don't want him to ever care. That was when we needed him most.
“Just tell me what happened,” I said into the phone.
For some reason, my face was soaked! I was crying and didn't know why. I guess because I did love Saahir. He gave me a beautiful daughter, and at one point I was his everything.
“His remains were found last night. His funeral is this coming up this week. Sabrina wants you to come be a part of the service and pick out his casket if you're up for it. Also, she wants to be there when you tell Cherish'Mi.”
I guess you can't just lose feelings as easy as you always wish because I couldn't stop the tears. Death have a way of rekindling shit. Only part was, I couldn't go be with someone who was dead and gone. I could only hold onto what could've been.
I closed my eyes and cried silently because I didn't want to wake Boone. True enough, Saahir had shitted on me, but I didn't think death was how I wanted him to get his karma. He had a daughter to raise.
“Tweet, come on home to Grandma. Don't cry.” My chest hurt from the pain I felt in my heart. I put my head in the pillow and tears just poured out.
“Bye, Grams,” I said and hung up.
I got up and went to the bathroom before Boone could see me crying. My head was pounding as I stood naked in the mirror. I ran the water and cried.
“Jesus, whyyy?”
I put my hands over my face and then picked my phone up. I needed to go get my daughter. I called Mizhani, but she ain't answer, so I called Meechie. She was up and she said she would come get me right now. I went ahead and texted her the address and showered.
I got myself together and thought about what I was going to do now. I needed to get to my daughter and tell her that her daddy is gone. She was just with him two weeks ago. I told her Saahir had been out of town these last two weeks, so she had no clue he was missing. I got my shit together and was dressed to go. Unfortunately, Boone woke up right when Meechie called and said she was downstairs.
“Damn you was just gon leave?” I picked my phone up answering.
“I'm getting my stuff. Gimme a minute.”
I hung up and then looked back at Boone. I didn't know what to say. I'm sure he had something to do with Saahir’s death or at least knew what was going to happen to him. For some reason, I had hatred in my eyes for Boone.
“What happened to yo damn voice?” I grabbed my duffle bag off the bed without answering. He looked at my bag and then the wet pillow. He looked at my face hard and his eyes frowned. “What the fuck, you leaving? Why the fuck my pillow wet, Tweet?” Boone cussed like a damn sailor! He stood up with his dick swaying! I guess asking about the wet pillow was his way of asking why I had been crying.
“My grandma called. She said they found Cherish'Mi’s dad's body,” I said getting emotional all over again. “Saahir is gone.”
Boone’s face got tight and I knew he wasn't feeling me even bringing up Saahir’s name. I didn't care because Saahir was my baby father! I had a right to cry about this shit. The time me and Boone chilled together, I did let him know how my relationship was with Saahir. Boone didn't speak too much on it, but I knew Saahir wasn't somebody he would ever like or respect.
“So, you fucking crying? Man get the fuck out with that bullshit. Until you straighten up, don't hit me up,” said Boone, roaring mad.
I stood for a minute, not believing him right now. Len'Yae told me I didn't want to fuck with him, but my fast tail had to get a taste of his thug ass. I looked at him with tears going down my face. I wiped them and just stood mostly shocked.
“You had something to do with Saahir?” I asked and squinted my eyes at him.
I could sense he didn't like me asking him that. Out of nowhere, this nigga charged me and choked me against the wall. I knew I had asked him the wrong question. Len'Yae was right. I didn't want this. Hell no! I had already lost my voice, so me yelling for him to stop didn't do shit. I could still breathe, but it damn sure wasn't a full supply of air, and Boone made sure of that. I felt a slight burning sensation in my lungs from the lack of oxygen. I dropped my phone as Meechie called again and my duffle slipped from my hands.
“Don't you fucking question shit, AIGHT! Don't clock my fucking moves! How the fuck you crying about that bullshit ass nigga and laying in my bed, woadie? Bitch, that's disrespect!” He tightened his hand around my neck and my eyes bucked hard.
“Boone! STOP!”
That's when he squeezed my neck harder, and I knew he was crazier than I thought. I couldn't even talk. My body was giving up on me, and I couldn't even keep my eyes open.
I reached for his hands, but they had a death grip around my throat. I was panicking like hell, but I knew I wasn't about to let him choke my ass to death! I raised my fist and hit him in the nose as hard as I could. Blood squirted and I went crazy beating his ass. He let me go, and I kicked him in the genitals. I kicked him so hard I'm sure he knew I wanted to break his dick. He fell to the bed and I got on top of his naked ass and beat the fuck out of him. He could've hit me back, but he didn't. I cried so hard as I rained blows down on him.
“I FUCKING HATE YOU!”
Boone pushed me off him and threw on his sweats. He went in the bathroom to clean his nose up. I got my shit