I Like So Far. Smdh At Boogz. Can't Wait To See Where You Take This. :) Peep You Using My Baby Tremaine!

Damn... Pity isn't what Dutch wants but I feel for her. Aaron and Nami really ain't shit. I agree, it wasn't Cheri's place to tell her, but with Nami not coming around and basically dropping Dutch she should have told her. Ooo Nas gettin somewhere but i hope it just wasn't because she was out of it. That'll confuse Nas. Great chapter! :)

Aaron and Nami were and continue to play a dirty game. It was only a matter of time before somebody got hurt, it sucks that it had to be the innocent party in the mix. I guess Cheri felt like she was doing the right thing, but I agree especially since Nami is now pregnant. That alone completely took the situation to another level She could have at least dropped Dutch a hint or some clues, shit some Scooby snacks! Something to let her know that something is up.

Nas and Dutch are.....yeah lol. Thanks love!

This is definitely enough reason to follow @NikkiBeharie!

Nicole and Naturi at TCA party 2014

I love Gabby's personality. She has a tough skin and she has her priorities straight unlike Aaron. I feel bad for her though. She's a strong woman and I feel like Aaron took advantage of that in some aspects. Like, he probably thought she would brush it and move on as no big deal. If I'm going to keep it a 100, Nami and Dutch both wrong. Even before Dutch found out about Nami, she was messing around with Nas at his crib. Two wrongs don't make a right but hey, I just thought I point that out.

I’m glad you love Gabby’s personality, I often have a difficult time with writing from her POV. The fact that you enjoy her really means something to me, thank you. Gabby’s strong, don’t feel sorry for her she got this. Aaron definitely did underestimate Gabby and took her for granted for the last time. Moving forward she’s worried about herself, her children and her company. 

Yes, you’re correct Dutch and Nami are both wrong, no doubt about that. For Nami step out her relationship is wrong, but a year out of three years you’ve been in a relationship is straight disrespectful. Nami is on a whole nother level with her bullshit at this point. Dutch wasn’t right either and that will definitely be addressed. Nasir and Dutch both have a lot of explaining to do.

Thank you love, this feedback in particular is helping me with where I’m taking the next two chapters. You gave me something and I’m not sure what it is, but I plan to figure it out. Thanks again.

I thought this bitch Nami was gay, now she's cheating on her injured girlfriend and with a nigga at that. I can't take her, at first I liked her but now that bitch is dead. Seriously who does that, I can't wait for there break up!

Chile, Nami went and did the bankhead bounce right on that nigga A’s face, foul af but homegirl did it. And she didn't just fuck some random nigga, but the nigga that Dutch breaks millions with, smh.

 And how you know they gon’ break up? Nas might not spill the beans on what he saw that night *kanye shrugg*

I Updated, Let's Converse

Yes, this nigga Aaron has the nerve to have a wife at home, well shit should I be saying had a wife a home cause Gabby is finna leave his black ass high and dry. Do you think they're really going divorce? If they do where does that leave the kids? Shit can get messy.

That nigga Nas done got his culinary skills and he call him playing iron chef in the kitchen now he think he can burn. Is it safe to say Nas is catching feelings or do you think he's simply a bit infatuated with Dutch for the moment? 

Let me know what you think, any feedback is appreciated.

Ch.4| I Got This

Prologue: Make It Home

Dutchess

E 101st & 3rd Ave

2:56 a.m

“Where you at?” Nami asked on the other line. Her voice was raspy and I could tell she was fighting sleep.

“I’m almost home, I just made my last run and I’m a few blocks away I’ll be there in no time babe.”

“Well shit, pedal faster I’m about to heat up this cheesecake and I already set up The Golden Girls on Netflix.” She said with urgency.

“Who heats up cheesecake? Country bumpkin ass” I chuckled as I rode through the avenues completely oblivious to my city around me. I had one mission in mind; get to my bed in record time. I’ve been running without good sleep for two weeks and I’m ready to crash. The thought of my bed caused me to pedal a bit harder.

“I do!” She said giggled, “Don’t try me.” She said her thick Memphis accent coming through.

“Alright, alright let me go so I can pay attention,” I said with all seriousness.

“Gotchu see you soon baby.” She said hanging up as I came up to a red light I slowed my pedaling to a halt. 

Taking time to look at the city around me. So alive and active, bodies shifting quickly across the street trying to get to the other side before the red hand popped up. The taxi cab next to me so in a hurry for the light to change to get to his next fare. Even at such a late hour everyone was in such a hurry and had somewhere to be.

I saw an opening and I took it, having a bike as opposed to a car makes maneuvering through NY traffic a breeze. Us bike riders have our own community, albeit underground it’s a community nonetheless.  We’ve carved out our own lane in traffic it’s the quickest way to get around the city completely undetected. Need something delivered?

My crew or I can have it delivered to wherever you need it to go in a time friendly and discreet manner. You wouldn’t believe the type of shit have delivered and how much they’ll pay just to have it brought to them in the fashion that we bring it. Business has been great, quite lucrative and we’ve managed to stay below the radar for years. We took the streets by storm and we did it in an unconventional manner.

 I increased my speed as I pedaled through past the red light and instantly saw a blaring set of headlights coming towards me from my right side. There was no was I could avoid them, whoever was behind the wheel was swerving between lanes recklessly. They were coming too fast. I saw them, but it was like they didn’t see me and had no intentions of slowing down.

Beau

I looked out the passenger window as Harlem whipped past me in a flash. Street signs began to blur with red lights. Intersections and crosswalks all looked the same. This nigga had lead in his foot and liquor in his veins.

“Yo Boogz son chill! You keep this shit up and you’re either gonna hurt us or someone else!” I yelled over A$AP F3RG blaring through the speakers while clinging to the dashboard as he swerved through lanes. I could here the other drivers on the road honking their horns around us.

“Relax!” he cackled, “I got this, you know I’m the MCLAREN KING NIGGA!!!” He yelled at the top of his lungs and pushed his foot on the gas pedal. “I whip shit like this on the regular” he slurred.

“Bullshit! I just got this shit today you whip Fiats on a regular nigga. Now slow down!”  He was two seconds away from kissing a tree or a lamppost, I knew I shouldn’t have let him drive my shit, my new shit. My dude has been going through some shit lately so I thought maybe letting him take the whip out for a bit would lift his spirits. It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way, but isn’t that how it always works out when some shit is about to go down?

“You just sit back and enjoy the ride son,” He said as he hiccupped from the Henny he had been sipping earlier “I got you” he said patting my shoulder confidently. Why do drunk niggas always swear they got everything under control.

“I hear you son I really do, but you’re doing 120 on the dash right now. You need to slow down.” I said as calmly as possibly, almost reasoning with him. Seeing that the light up ahead was turning yellow I figured he’d slow down and I could talk him into letting me drive. For a hot second I almost got through to him.

“How much you wanna bet I can make it before the light turns red?” He turned and looked at me with blood shot red eyes and an impish grin. Before I could respond he floored it, throwing my body back into my seat. I saw a figure moving up ahead, but I didn’t want to believe that it was in the directly in front of our lane.

“YO BOOGZ CHILL MY NIGGA YOU GONNA HIT THE BIKE?!” I yelled trying to get him to slow down.

“What?” He said turning his head for a second. 

Moments later I felt the airbag smashing into my face. Signaling the worst, what has my nigga just done.

Girl where are you!? I need this update.

Hey love I'm back! My man and I took a mini vacay for a few days and I only took my ipad so I couldn't type like I wanted to. I will be updating tonight though. I'm glad you're enjoying the story!

I didn't even know you had updated! Now, this A that they speak of, it's not Aaron right?! please, let it not be him, omfg. I'm panicking right now. If it's Aaron, that looks so bad on his part. He got a wife and kids and these supposed to be his homies and he doing something foul like getting another girl pregnant, I can't take it. Nami been fucked up since day one.

A...you mean this brotha right chea,

Yes chile, he's the pappy. He just seems to be digging himself deeper and deeper in to a whole that he may not be able to get himself out of. How they both managed to fuck up what they had is yet to come, but for the sake of Gabby, Dutch and his kids I hope that it can all be sorted out...peacefully. Thanks for the feedback love!