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GREEN MILE.
“ Losing my mind, think I look good when I’m really just high. Scared of my life, can a bitch get by? Sick of listening to everyone else. Sick of my pride, sick of just saying shit, just to be nice. Sick of this world, how do I get by? Miles running wild in my head.”
Giovanna Ramos X Black Fem.
Summary
“Clarity is a state of mind. And freedom ain’t real either, so who’s sold you that lie?” A love story told in a therapy session, about two young girls that were once mad for one another. By a recovering drug addict, who’s life revolves entirely around the green mile of North Carolina.
That she so desperately wants to escape.
Word count: 2,259
Themes: friends to lovers, LGBT, derealization, coming out of the closet, growth, homophobia, substance abuse, summer, violence, mental health, religion, family problems and secrets, young adults, mature, self discovery, eventual fluff, eventual smut, therapy, North Carolina, countryside, poverty, trauma, urban romance, urban fiction, ghetto.
Divider by: @firefly-graphics
Author’s Note
hi everyone! this is a story that i decided to transfer over from my wattpad account. that i recently just started at the end of december. because i felt the need to share it here, over on this platform as well.
so that all of you guys would also be able to read/ give me feedback on how it is, and what you’d like to see occur? as the story progresses on. so i hope that you all like it, and also feel free to follow me on wattpad as well! my username is supersensitivepisces on there 🧚🏽
also, inspiration to create this story? came from my love for Giovanna. ( she’s so aesthetically pleasing flf me.) as well as a movie that i had been watching, the day that i decided to publish this onto my account back in december.
PROLOGUE.
" I'll never meet a girl like you again. Out of everything I lost, I lost a friend. Tryna get over you, tryna convince myself every night. It's just another night, even though deep down I'm traumatized."
HASSAN
4 hassan
U r the omega of my heart. The foundation 4 my concept of love, when I think of what a black woman should be. It's you that I first think of.
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U will never fully understand how deeply my heart feels for you. I worry that we'll grow apart, and I'll end up losing you.
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U bring me to a climax without sex, and u do it all with regal grace. U r my heart in human form, a friend I could never replace.
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– from gio.
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11/7/18
Oak City Therapy
Lillington, NC
" When I was younger, around like five or six years old? I used to bug my mom and tell her about how I wanted to be a firefighter. So I could save lies and put out fires? Like the people who I'd watch on tv would do."
Tapping the tips of her fingertips onto the dark oak wood coffee table, that was located in the center of the dim lit office room. Giovanna kept her head facing downwards.
Finding that, refusing to make direct eye contact with her therapist of 3 years, who was named Marsha? Was far more comfortable and peaceful for her nerves, as well as her emotional state.
That had so desperately wanted to crumble and falter, into tiny small pieces of despair. But you see, that was the one thing on this fucked up planet, we call earth? That Giovanna was against.
Showing emotions and allowing herself to be vulnerable? Were just two things she'd rather die over, before she'd allow them to be seen by the entire world.
Or in this specific case? Her friends, along with her father. Who had played a humongous part, in why she chose to be nonchalant while acting unfazed? About majority of the things that would occur inside of her life.
".. I too? Used to dream of being a firefighter myself. When I was around that exact age, but I'm assuming that specific dream of yours must've gotten lost. Somewhere down the line as you aged up? If you aren't uncomfortable telling me about why or how? That occurred.."
Marsha eased her way into questioning the young woman who sat before her, slowly and hesitantly. Making sure that each of the words she'd spoken? Came out soft, in a calm and delicate manner.
As she leaned her backside up against her office chair, with eyes full of hope and wonder. That held a bit of gloominess inside them as well too. Once she noticed the way that Giovanna's breathing had begun to pick up a bit.
Just as her short, but not too short fingernails, that were painted a matte black color? Had begun to dig into the surface of the desk she sat at. Almost as if she were trying to dig a deep hole into the center of it, that would allow her to shield and hide herself away?
From having to answer the difficult question? That had been asked of her.
" ..I wouldn't say that my passion to accomplish that specific dream? Got lost. Because even after my mom had passed away, from having cancer? Apart of me still wanted to pursue that goal. But at the same time? Another part of me, like the part that held high hopes and expectations for things? Had diminished inside of me completely, after I lost my mom.."
" ..And I'm not really sure that if me being an only child, plays a part in that? Because don't get me wrong, I was loved wholeheartedly? By both of my parents equally when I was younger. But I don't know...sometimes now? Like when I'm alone or high from being off pills or something? I start to realize that really? It was only my mom that had loved me wholeheartedly back then.."
" Instead of it being my dad."
" And why is it, that you feel as if your father doesn't love you Giovanna?" Marsha continued to ask all the questions, that were written down onto her clipboard hesitantly.
Feeling an unsettling sensation begin to wash over her slowly. When Giovanna had taken it upon herself to shift around inside her seat. Which allowed the left sleeve of her oversized sweatshirt to rise. And give Marsha the opportunity, to catch a glimpse of all the fresh and faded scar markings that were present there.
From Giovanna, inflicting a significant amount of self harm unto herself.
" I know that he doesn't love me? Because he's voiced that statement every single day. Over the last twelve years? Repeatedly." Giovanna chuckled bitterly, all while gnawing on the inside of her jaw using her teeth.
" Me being a lesbian? Probably is another one of the reasons why he hates me too. But all in all? He just doesn't love or care for me period? In the way that a normal father would love their child."
And that fact alone? Was sadly true.
" Him not loving me or treating me properly? Doesn't bother me at all though. Because I'm used to it now, and I know that me saying that? Probably sounds stupid right? And it might also make you assume that I may or may not have Stockholm syndrome? Being that I'm okay with the fact that my father's been treating me like shit, while sometimes abusing me and more? For over twelve years."
" Yes, the way that you are going on about how his lack of love and affection, doesn't bother you? Does raise a few red flags for me. As far as you possibly being a victim of having Stockholm syndrome? But it also makes me worry more about your emotional and mental state? Even more. Being that when you really sit and sum up the timeframe, of you losing your mother? Down to your father's continuous abuse?"
" It seems that through all of that? You haven't been able to feel any of the proper care, love or attention? That a person who's endured losing a parent at a young age? Should get to feel. And that may also be another reason, as to why you feel the need to be so distant. While hiding away your true feelings, because honestly Giovanna? I'm gonna tell you something from my own personal experiences with life."
"..That have helped me find closure and peace? Within myself. After being a victim of my own? To some of the same exact problems that you've been having."
Sitting her clipboard aside, after grabbing a few tissues out of the box that was towards her right. Marsha had begun opening up about her past life, to Giovanna. As a way to encourage the younger woman and try to get through to her in a way, that talking and asking simple therapy questions? Couldn't do.
But of course? As always, Giovanna didn't care to hear any of it. Which allowed every word that left from out of Marsha's mouth, to enter inside of one ear, and come floating directly through the other.
Just as she found herself beginning to grow a bit offended, once Marsha had begun to talk about love and relationships. And how someone in Giovanna's state, didn't really need to engage in any form of romantic or sexual interactions? With another person.
Due to the lack of her father not showing her enough love or care properly? When she was a young age.
" I've been in love before." Were the first few words that left from out of Giovanna's mouth. As she cut into the middle of Marsha's speech, not really caring or giving a fuck if she had come off rude or not? After doing so.
" I'm actually in love right now? If you want me to be honest. I'm just not on speaking terms with the person? Who owns the other half of my heart right now."
" Really?" Marsha questioned slowly, sounding a bit shocked and caught off guard by Giovanna's statement.
" Mm-hm." Giovanna nodded her head slowly, feeling a small smile begin to form at the corners of her lips. Once the thought of her distant and angelic lover? Had begun to enter inside of her mind slowly.
" And why aren't the two of you on speaking terms? If you don't mind me asking."
" Because I'm..." Trailing off at the end of her sentence, Giovanna had begun to still her breathing. Just as her dark brown eyes started to glisten, and blur her vision up with tears.
" Because you're what, Giovanna?" Marsha pressed her for an answer, knowing almost immediately? What the younger girls response would've been like, once she re-opened up her mouth to speak.
" ..I'm damaged goods, Miss Marsha.."
" Like I have a heart, of course? And I know how to love and treat someone properly, even though I myself? Never got to receive that same exact treatment, from the people I deserved it from. I still know how to love and treat someone good? Despite that. But I just..."
" You're just a product of your environment. And even though treating someone kindly and loving them correctly? Doesn't come difficult. Sometimes accepting back that same love and energy? Can be a bit difficult. When all you've ever known was toxicity and dysfunction."
" But see, the thing about me accepting it back? Wasn't the problem Miss Marsha. The problem was my self esteem and my communication. Because there were times when I said things out of anger or out of being afraid? That had drove Hassan away from me too."
" Hassan?" Marsha repeated the name of Giovanna's lover slowly. " Hassan is such a pretty name, and I'm sure that she must be a pretty girl too? With how emotional and vulnerable you're getting while talking about her."
And that? She was indeed.
But of course, pretty? Wouldn't even be a suitable word to describe her at all. Because you see, Hassan? Was angelic. Just like everything else about her personality and character? Was too.
" Experiencing her love and even the attention she gave to me, before we ever became a thing? Was a privilege I wish that I never took for granted." Giovanna answered quietly, picking with the bracelet on her arm, that was giving to her by Hassan herself.
" And I know before, when I had first gotten here? I told you about how growing up as a child, with both of my parents while my mom was still alive? Was the time period where my want to do lots of things? Had been very strong."
" But even when she died and my dad became more hostile towards me? I still craved to be something or let alone somebody? Who'd be great. I just didn't know how or where to start first? For me to be able to accomplish any of those things period? Until I met Hassan.."
"..And she came into my world, allowing everything that once looked black and white? Turn colorful and vibrant. So that I could be guided out of my selfish, stuck up ways, and be the person who she swore up above to God and the heavens? That I was created to be."
" And what kind of person was that?" Marsha found herself growing a bit emotional as time passed, as she sat with her arms folded tightly. Trying not to make a fool out of herself, for crying and weeping over her client's newfound vulnerability and bravery.
That she had gained out of the blue, due to talking about her past. Or in this case? Still present lover. Who she wholeheartedly still loved very deeply, to this day.
" The kind of person who always showed patience and kindness, despite being robbed of all their goodness and purity? Far too early than I should've been. That's the kind of person? She saw me as. Even through the good, the bad and the ugly? She always looked at me, with eyes that held so much love and adoration. That at often times? I'd get scared."
" While wondering how a person like me? Could win over the heart of someone like her, you know? But even then after everything that's happened and changed over the years? I'd never stop loving her ever."
" And why is that Giovanna?"
" Because finding someone who'd love you through any and everything, despite the fact that you might not even deserve it at all? Is very fucking rare these days."
" And I have Hassan's heart? In the same exact way she has mine. So why would I ever let go or move onto someone else? When I know for certain that we'll find our way back to one another. Just like we always have? During the past."
" And you're willing to wait however long it may take, until that day ends up coming?"
" Oh? Absolutely." Giovanna's head nodded up and down quickly. " If I had to wait another year or even ten more? I'd do it without question."
" Because Hassan is worth the wait. And if I ended up having to grow old and wrinkly, just for that day to come back to me? I wouldn't have a problem with it at all."
" ..I'd just accept her back into my life fully, with open arms. Because that's all I've been wanting again and looking forward to? For the last two years."
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If you're not reading this author's book...What you doing?👀
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Urban Fiction FMC Archetypes 🤑💕
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Character Archetype
char·ac·ter ar·che·type
A typical character that represents specific actions, nuances, and characteristics.
I love thinking about the common threads between the genres and books that I love ❤️
Character archetypes are widely used across all genres. These are some of the many archetypes for women characters that I have noticed in Black Urban Fiction.
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Have you read this series yet?!
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ALL ABOVE US - THE HUSBAND OF MY DREAMS (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1310962312-all-above-us-the-husband-of-my-dreams?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=naajinajiii&wp_originator=hdqaBnuixFRbPxV8YqTwsuVZoXhHwb7n7UfemL9m%2BsOTzOeOJwE%2FzDpy6voGwZ3r65%2B0aBnb8ilNMy3ON0q8KxYqh0ZKz2QnWAcY6H3GYBhOnWLmqWmL01Kn%2FMCnLhyG Teenage Carmen Jones' life changed after her quick nuptials to 25-year-old Silas Jones, who is serving his third year as a military coast guard. Now, as a wife, Carmen must put her aspirations aside to hold down the fort. Meanwhile, things look quite different for Silas Jones, as he has fallen short of his vows. Note: My story has yet to be rated, so read at your own risk. I can say there are mild curse words, but not too much.
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Top 10 Books of 2022
Hey y’all, this has been a challenging year to say the least but reading these gems helped get me through it! So without further ado here are my top reads of 2022 in no particular order.
One Final Shot by Aubree Pynn
Luca by Grey Huffington
Two Minute Warning by Alexandra Warren
Make Me Feel It by Aubree Pynn
Drunk In Love by Tay Mo’Nae
The Trenches: Loyalty Over Everything by Aubree Pynn
The Replacements by Shae Sanders
To Be Loved by K. Lashaun
Heart of Stone by Danielle Burton
Demon’s Dream by Elle Kayson
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" The fact that you brushed my feelings off is beyond me" she said, I just looked at her confused with nothing to say. As she kept explaining how much I hurt her. I couldn't do anything but smile and grin, because deep down inside I knew she wasn't going to leave. Because I'm the best thing she had.
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If you love reading great stories of love and loss, hit the link - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B016NP1IFQ/
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The J-TAPE 💿
Have you ever heard a song and it takes you right back to a book that you’ve read or even a specific scene? I present to you all: The J-TAPE! These are the songs that take me right back to that space in time! Some of them are on an IYKYK basis, but some of them are also songs that popped in my head while reading (and just stuck with me lol.) Are any of these songs familiar to you? If you have any songs that bring you back to a book, put them in the comments 💕
The ones that really stick out to me:
▫️Hearing Lifestyle by Young Thug and Rich Homie Quan takes me right back to Shiloh Carter’s birthday party! That party was… let’s just say it was going DOWN😭
▫️As SOON as I think about Bambi by Ladii Nesha I break out in song fr! “Letssss stayyyy together! DONT DO IT FOR THE KIDS, DO IT FOR MEEEE!” That was King’s WHOLE mood when Bambi was playing games 😂
▫️I can’t even LOOK at the cover of Shortie Like Mine by NiNi Simone without going back in the Time Machine! Shortie like mine was my song as a kid (made a dance and everything 😂). I love me some Josiah and Seven!
This just reminds me of the power of writing and really art itself! The way music and books (or the combination of the two) can become engraved in you is fascinating! The CULTURE! The IMPACT! It can’t be faked! If you got it, you GOT IT; and if you don’t you don’t. (That’s no shade just facts!)
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Adore taped up the last of her grandmother's belongings in a cardboard box. It’s been a few days since she passed away and Adore was handling everything herself since she was the only family she had in New York. At only twenty one, It was very hard to deal with but Adore got it done. She knew her grandma would want her to be strong and that’s what she did.
Sitting on the floor, she looked around her grandmother’s bedroom reminiscing on their times together. She felt like crying but she couldn’t anymore. She knew her grandmother was in a better place and was no longer suffering.
Standing up, she picked up the box and turned around seeing Bryson, the Salvation Army employee standing near the doorway. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
“No you’re fine” she quickly replied, cutting him off.
“I’ll take that Adore” he smiled softly, reaching for the box.
“Oh thank you” She carefully placed the box in his forearms.
“Your grandmother was a wonderful women” he told her.
Adore smiled, “Thank you”
Adore grandmother, Joyce, was well known around Jamaica Queens. She was the hood grandmother, taking care of everybody who needed help on the block. Whether it was food, clothes or a place to rest for the night, Big Mama Joyce was the angel to provide.
At the young age of ten, Adore's parents died in a tragic car wreck with an eighteen wheeler. Her grandmother immediately took responsibility and Adore couldn’t appreciate her more. It saddened her knowing it was her grandmother's time but she knew Joyce was in a better place.
In a way she was kind of upset, though it was natural causes she wished she could talk to her one last time. Looking around her childhood home, she grabbed her suitcases and she locked it up. Even though her grandmother left her the house, she couldn’t stay there.
Walking outside, she walked to her car, popped open her trunk and placed her bags inside slamming it shut. She hopped inside her car and started the engine. Her phone connected to the Bluetooth and she pressed play on her phone. Enough of No Love by Keyshia Cole ft Lil Wayne blasted through her speakers as she drove her car through the city, heading to her boyfriend, Travis, apartment.
Adore has been dating Travis for almost five years. She met him during her junior year of high school at a basketball game. As soon as they made eye contact, he made the first move and walked up to her. They exchanged phone numbers and have been together ever since.
Adore fell deeply in love with Travis.
Grandma Joyce wasn’t too fond of Travis. She always told Adore he was too quiet and sneaky meaning he was up to no good, but Adore didn’t listen. Being around Travis brought so much happiness into her life and since Travis was her first love she ignored the signs of his selfish, arrogant ways.
“There ain’t never any parking” she mumbled to herself parking her car down the street from his apartment building. Killing the engine, she stepped out and locked up her car walking down the street, ignoring the niggas that was standing outside on the block trying to get her number.
She opened the door to his building and pressed the elevator up button. When the doors opened, she stepped inside and pressed the third floor button. Once the elevator stopped moving and the doors opened again, Adore stepped off. She turned the corner and walked down the hallway, stopping at his door.
Using her key, she unlocked the door and stepped inside heading straight to the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of water out the fridge and was getting ready to cook but stopped when she heard moaning and grunting coming from the bedroom.
Adore quietly made her way to the bedroom and carefully opened the door. “You deadass right now?!” she chuckled with tears building up in her eyes. Her blood boiled as she watched Travis and her best friend having sex on the bed she brought him. “So this what the fuck y’all do when I’m packing up my dead grandmothers home by my fucking self!?” They jumped from each other when they heard her voice.
“Baby hold up-“ Travis started
“Wow!! Raven really?!” She questioned. Raven frown slowly turned into a smirk and Adore quickly grabbed the first thing she saw from the dresser and threw it at her. Raven quickly moved just before the glass cologne bottle hit her in the head. “You a fake ass hoe!! All those time you watched me cry over this nigga and you fucking him behind my back?!”
“Girl...you doing too much right now” Raven rolled her eyes and waved her off.
Travis quickly got dressed, throwing on his boxers and sweatpants. “Baby listen, it’s not what it looks like-“
Adore started swinging on him, connecting her hits to his face and head. He lightly pushed her away and she quickly walked out the room, leaving them alone in the bedroom. “Yo the fuck you doing? Get dressed!” He snapped, throwing her clothes at her.
“Chill!! You told me she was going to be out all day!!” She shouted loud enough for Adore to hear.
“Ssshh, what the fuck is wrong with you?” He gritted through his teeth, looking out in the hallway. His heart was racing and he really didn’t know what to do next.
“You scared of her little ass now?” Raven chuckled, slowly throwing her clothes on.
Before he could respond, a loud crash came from his living room. Travis ran out of the bedroom and into the living room seeing his flat tv that was mounted to the wall was knocked down, lying face down on the floor. He watched Adore, lift the bat into the air and swung it down onto his glass coffee table his mother brought him.
“Yo Adore chill!!” He shouted.
“How could you…” Adore quickly looked away as warm tears streamed down her cheeks. “After everything...I done for you..” she sniffed. “I trusted you, I loved you…I really fell in love…”
“Baby I love you to-“
“Are you really going to lie like that to her face?” Raven questioned, walking out the room.
Travis sucked his teeth and twisted up his face at Raven, “Yo Chill, you doing too much right now”
“I’m lying? Cause the other night it was a different story Travis when you was eating my pussy-“
Before she could finish, Adore practically ran over to Raven and punched her right in the face but before she could start doing more damage Travis grabbed her and pulled her away.
“Get off of me Travis!! Dont touch me!!” Adore shouted trying to get out of his arms. “You were supposed to be my best friend Raven!! You were like a sister to me!!”
“You really snuck me?!”
“Bitch nobody snuck you! Let go of me Travis!!” She said pushing him away. “I can’t believe…”
“Believe it” Raven smirked standing behind Travis. Adore threw the bat across the room trying to hit Raven but she ducked just in time.
“Bitch shut up, cause you know how I give it up” Adore threatened, pointing her finger at her.
Growing up, Adore only had two best friends, Raven and Aa’Miyah. All three girls lived on the same block, grew up together, told each other everything, graduated together, if you saw one best believe the other two were around somewhere.
Aa’Miyah moved to California a few months ago for college to study further in nursing and anatomy. She was the oldest out of the three and was the peacemaker but Adore knew Aa’Miyah wouldn't be able to fix this friendship between her and Raven after this.
She locked eyes with Travis who slowly walked over to her, shirtless showing off his sweaty body. Adore looked at him, disgusted. She quickly backed away and put her hands up.
“Adore listen-“
She shook her head and made her way the front door, “Save it, I’m leaving ya can have each other-“
“Listen to me first!!” Travis shouted, grabbing her arm. “I fucked up and that’s my fault...let me explain-“
“There’s nothing to explain Travis!! You fucking my best friend behind my back!! Both of ya is trifling and nasty as fuck!!” Adore stormed out of his apartment, slamming the door behind her.
As soon as Adore got into her car, she broke down in tears. She let out everything she had left, from her grandma passing away, handling everything like the funeral on her own, to finding her boyfriend fucking her best friend. After a few minutes, she got herself together. She went into her glove compartment and grabbed some tissues, cleaning up her face. Starting the engine, she sped off driving onto the highway leaving the city. The closest family she had other than grandma was her older cousin Paris in North Philly.
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Your Ex Ain’t Me
Your Ex Ain’t Me (Crenshaw Kings Book 4) by Shvonne Latrice is about Los Angeles Gremlins quarterback Shakur Compton. After reading my husband Lequay’s story, I could hardly wait to read Shakur’s (the anticipation was real). As soon as Shvonne said it was live, I immediately dove in. I needed to see what was going through Shakur’s mind, why in the world he would even look Teyaira’s way. I mean yes, she’s cute and ambitious career wise but she was his older brother’s friend with benefits that stayed trying to get chose! Shakur is way too handsome and successful to be anyone’s second choice! 🗣️🗣️ Shakur himself has a friend with benefits in the name of Presley Evans, too bad she’s been around the league 👀 so Shakur has written her off. Shakur I have a bone to pick with you; how you can write off a “jersey chaser” but not a brother f-er? 🧐 That’s crazy to me! I went into the book not liking Teyaira and that never changed. I thought she was a lot last go round but she took it up a notch with her shenanigans! That girl is absolutely bonkers and you can count on her to shenan again and again! Shakur is a cinnamon roll character, he really set himself up trying to save Teyaira. Presley is such a sweetheart, but damn she’s dealt a bad hand from the jump with a neglectful mom (who I don’t forgive, she can burn in hell tbh) and the stepfather from hell. However, it doesn’t stop her from being a great mom and amazing chef. Her pork chops had the fam in a chokehold 🤣 This book is love triangle adjacent. You’ll get 3 POV’s, which gives good insight on all the moving pieces. I only wish that once the choice was made I could have spent more time with the couple. It was awesome seeing the St. Thomas/Compton family again. I love that we get to know the brothers personalities more each book, they were cracking me up. This was another great addition to the series, I can’t wait for Bashar’s book!
P.s. I tried not to give anything away 🤐
Cw ~ mentions molestation, neglectful parent and murder
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