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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
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Synopsis
Kaizlyn promised herself that love was something she was no longer looking for after getting her heart broken her senior year in high school.
However, after getting her heartbroken, her life takes a turn for the worst when she arrives home after school to see her mother dead in the middle of the living room floor.
Sadly, she’s now in the system until she is forced to move with her grandma who stays on the rough side of Houston. Causing her to have to go from having it all, to now little to nothing.
Jaxsyn, who runs the streets of Houston, isn’t looking for love either. At an early age, his mother broke his heart when she chose an abusive relationship over her two children.
With Jaxsyn’s little sister Keisha being a hard-headed teen, he finds himself trying to protect her and also keep her from turning into a person just like his mother.
But even with all of the drama that is unfolding, cupid has a funny way of intervening in someone’s life. With both of them not looking for love, the attraction they have for each other can’t be denied.
Nevertheless, love is gained but love is also lost and once you dive into this emotional read, you’ll see what price, if any, you’ll pay when you’re Hooked on His Thuggish Ways.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to everyone who is continuously supporting me through this amazing journey. I still can’t believe that I’m a published author.
Also, to my friends (Hydiea, Vee, and Kaa), thank you for the extra push. Every last one of y’all are bomb and it’s only up from here.
And last but not least, my mother, Regina, who is book crazy. She has supported every last one of my releases and I am forever grateful. She goes above and beyond to push my books to others. Thank you Mommy. I love you.
-Thank you God for it all. Without you I would be nothing.
“Ted, where the fuck you been?” My mother’s loud voice had caused me to pop open my eyes to a pitch-black room and sigh.
Rolling over on my right side, I looked at the red numbers on my alarm clock and my eyes damn near rolled out of my head.
“Four-thirty! Four fucking thirty,” I said to myself in disbelief that my mom and her loud voice had woken me up this early, knowing that it was a school morning. I was up a whole hour earlier than I normally would have to be and it was aggravating because at my age, every minute counts.
“Faith, get out of my face,” I heard Ted, my mother’s boyfriend, yell.
Scrunching up my face at the sound of his voice, I swear he disgusted me. I hated that man for my mother. All he did was lie and cheat, dog her out and treat her like shit.
Now that I was older, my eyes were more open to the disrespect that he came to my mother with and on God, I wished that she found the strength to let him go but since I knew my mother came from nothing, leaving Ted wasn’t an option.
He was the biggest drug dealer in the city and even though they tried to keep that part a secret, I had pieced together the clues. For example, the late nights and early mornings and the wads of cash that he would always have in his pockets. I just knew that it didn’t come from a regular job because he never had on work clothes.
Ugh, I expressed as I grabbed the pillow from underneath my head and placed it over my face. I was trying to muffle out the sound of the two of them arguing.
They argued so much, many would wonder why they were even still together. Hell, that was a question I asked my mother time and time again, but she never really had an honest answer.
All I knew was that her past was horrible and that she ran away from it while she was only a few months pregnant with me. She let me know that she could never go back to what she ran away from. She never went into full detail about what happened and I never begged her to.
I didn’t know anyone from her past. She never showed me pictures and occasionally she would mention her mother, but that was it. I was never told who my real father was and thankfully, she didn’t raise me to think that Ted was my father or force me to call him daddy.
Ted wasn’t someone I would want to claim as my father anyways. He had bitch nigga tendencies and the way he cheated on my mother was disgusting to me. And the way my mother was so weak behind him was sick to me.
It was a time that my mother caught his ass red-handed, and she did absolutely nothing. Ted was coming out of a woman’s house that stayed in our neighborhood and even though my mother saw it, she held a straight face and tried to act like she wasn’t affected by it. Of course, she would address the issue, but Ted had this charm and a way of overpowering her with his words and making her act blind to the shit that he did. I would find myself praying that she finally woke up but to date, she had not.
“Ted, what is this? Is that red lipstick?” I heard my mother yell really loud.
Boom!
A loud thud echoed throughout the house. I threw my purple covers back, jumped to my feet and scurried across the hallway. Bursting into their bedroom without knocking, my heart was beating out of my chest as my eyes widened.
There on the floor was my mother, holding her face as tears rained out of her puffy eyes.
“What the fuck,” I said as shock filled my body. Rushing to my mother’s side, I bent down next to her. I was examining her face to see what type of damage Ted had caused.
Never had I ever witnessed him put his hands on her. For the most part, they would argue, and he would use his loud, very dominant tone which caused her to submit and listen but seeing this, her with tears and holding the spot I’m sure he hit her in, was too much.
“Are you ok?” I removed her hand from the side of her face and looked down at the big red handprint that was present on her golden skin.
See my mother Faith had a very light skin complexion that she could damn near pass for a white woman. She had long, curly hair and a nice thick shape. She was so pretty but the stress lines that were on her face were causing her to look a little older than thirty-six. I knew all of the stress that Ted was causing her was taking a toll on her. Sometimes I wondered what it was going to take for her to leave him. What exactly would be the straw that breaks the camel’s back?
“Yeahh, I’m fine. I’ll be ok,” she answered in a low tone.
I could tell that she was unsure and wanted to say more, but Ted stood in front of us eyeing us angrily. The way his eyebrows damn near touched from him wearing a scowl on his pecan brown face to the way his fist were balled up. His chest was heaving up and down rapidly and the strong smell of beer seeped through his pores, and I could tell that tonight was one of those nights.
By one of those nights, I meant the ones when he would come in the house pissy ass drunk. He would stagger throughout the house, yelling out the craziest shit, and it would get to the point where he would disrespect my mother.
It even got so bad one time, he mistook me for my mother and tried to make a move on me. I never said anything because he apologized and never let it happen, but I also kept my distance from him.
Nevertheless, nights like this would always end with him and my mother arguing because nine times out of ten, he would be smelling like a hoe’s cheap perfume, a twelve pack of beer and cigarette smoke.
“This is grown people’s problems, so take your ass back to your room, now. Unless you want to be treated like a grown woman?” Ted paused, scrunched up his face and looked down at me as if he was game for whatever decision I chose to make.
Looking up at him, I rolled my eyes and huffed. I swear, I didn’t like his ass or trush him. Ignoring his statement, I went back to making sure that my mother was good.
The way her body was shaking when I wrapped my arms around her had me worried. I knew that something was off about the whole situation. It was like his words also frightened her.
“Baby girl.” My mother’s voice trembled as she looked at me with low eyes, and I could see fright.
“Mom,” I pouted.
“Faith!” Ted roared, with his head cocked to the side. He looked deranged and out of his mind and by the look on my mother’s face, I knew it was more to Ted than what she let me know.
“Baby, just go to your room. Please,” she softly spoke. I could hear the defeat in her voice and even though I didn’t want to leave, I did.
Once I was standing on my two feet, I looked at my mother and shook my head. I then left out of the room, slamming their door right behind me.
Dragging my feet across the soft beige carpet, I made my way back inside of my bedroom. Sighing, I plopped down on my queen size bed and grabbed my phone. I had thirty more minutes until my alarm went off, alerting me that it was time to get ready.
While waiting, I decided to text my boyfriend Melo, reminding him to pick me up at exactly 6:20 A.M. Not a minute later.
Melo was my heart. I swear that nigga had swooped in and stole my heart my freshman year, and my life had been on cloud nine since. It only made sense though, I was a cheerleader and he was a football player. In my eyes, we were meant to be together. We were like the “it” couple of the high school and I could picture us still being together even after we graduated.
After sending Melo a text, I tossed my phone to the side of me and got up. I guess I could go ahead and get ready. There was nothing else that I could do because going back to sleep wasn’t on the menu.
Entering the bathroom, I flipped the light switch on then walked over to the shower. Pushing the baby blue shower curtain back, I turned the silver knobs and adjusted the water to my liking. I let the water ran over my hand, and once I felt like it was hot enough, I pulled the shower plug up, causing the water to rain out of the shower head.
I exhaled, then began to strip out of my clothes. With the steam now filling the bathroom, I eased in the tub and pulled the shower curtain closed as I let the water hit my body.
After cleansing my body with my Dove soap, I was now getting out the shower. I placed my foot on the rug outside of my tub and a cold breeze quickly hit my body causing my nipples to harden.
“Shit,” I hissed as I looked up in the cabinet over the toilet and became annoyed seeing that there weren’t any towels up there.
Tip-toeing out of the bathroom, I eased my door open and checked my left and my right to make sure no one was out there. Seeing that the coast was clear, I jetted to the washroom that was next door to where my mother and Ted’s room was.
Opening the white shutter doors, I bent down and opened the drier. I began to fish around for a dry off towel. A certain urge as if someone was watching me crept over my body causing my body to become tense.
“Ahh,” I screeched. I held the towel in front of me damn near dropping it, as Ted eyed me up and down.
He didn’t even flinch or try to cover his eyes. He stood there with eyes his wide, as his jaw clenched. He then did the most disgusting thing by licking his lips.
Oh my God, I felt embarrassed and violated as I quickly wrapped the towel around me. “Sorry.” I ran past him and quickly shut my room door and locked it.
With my back against the door, I tried to slow down my breathing with hopes that my heart would stop racing. Placing my hand over my heart, I continued to breathe slowly with my eyes shut.
Finally at ease, I went over to my bed and sat down. I picked up my phone and Melo’s name flashed across the screen which brought me some form of relief after what had just happened.
Before even opening up the text, I had a smile from ear to ear. Just seeing his name across the front of my screen brought me joy because he was my baby. I loved him.
Unlocking my phone, I smiled as I went to his text message but as I slowly read over it, his words quickly wiped the smile I had right off my face.
What the fuck. My mouth dropped as I read over his text.
BAE: I can’t pick you up this morning. Find another way.
I found it weird that he couldn’t pick me up. Never had he ever not picked me up. Well, since his mother got him a Mustang our sophomore year.
Breathe, Kaizlyn. Breathe, I told myself. Don’t trip. It’s nothing.
Me: Aight. Cool. I’ll see you at school. Love you.
After replying back to Melo, I put my phone on Pandora and let the music play.
I bobbed my head and sang along to K. Michelle as I made my way over to my new vanity that I had gotten from my mom for my 17th birthday that had just passed.
Despite my mother’s bad decisions, she spoiled me rotten. Whatever I wanted, she got it for me. The only thing she hadn’t got me was a car, and she told me I had to wait until I graduated high school. Which sucked because I felt like I was too cool to be needing a ride to and from school my senior year. This was the most important school year for me, but whatever. I knew that whenever she did get me a car it was going to be a bad ass one.
Sitting down on the stool that matched the vanity, I pulled out the basic things that I would need to get to work on my face.
Yass bitch. I snapped my fingers as I gassed myself up. Twisting from left to right in the seat, I checked out my finished product. My face was beat and thanks to the class I took over the summer with my boo Joy, I was getting better and better.
I sprayed setting spray on my face, then went and pulled my flat iron out. I was going to throw some loose curls in my hair and then get dressed for school.
Finally done curling my hair and getting dressed, I was ready for school. I did a once over in the floor length, purple glitter mirror and winked at myself before I walked away. Grabbing my new Gucci backpack, cheer gym bag, and my phone, I checked my phone as I left out of my room.
An unpleasant feeling came over me, seeing that Melo couldn’t even text me back with an I love you too. I was never that girl to jump to conclusions and think the worst, but now I was skeptical. He and I never really had any issues, so I didn’t want to be down his throat sounding like an insecure girlfriend.
Huffing, I locked my phone and placed it in my backpack. I was trying my hardest to ignore the gut feeling that I had. It was like something was off about him and I just hoped that when I got to school that he would be just as excited to see me as I would be to see him. I could only cross my fingers and pray that my instincts were wrong.
I was now in such a horrible mood. Lifting my right hand, I knocked on my mother’s bedroom door. However, after waiting a minute too long, I knocked again.
