KOVE (Not Another Thug Story Book 4) by Desiree

Author:Desiree [Desiree]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-03-29T04:00:00+00:00

By the time Rev. Dillon finished up, I greeted my grandmother and her friends. Quietly telling them in a more PG13 way of what happened earlier with the men. Kind of laughing it off, and deciding not to take it too seriously. So of course? I wasn’t expecting to see his crazy behind again. Everyone was slowly making their way out of the church parking lot. Dirt roads packed with the male ushers wearing their road crew vest. Trying to direct traffic. I didn’t for one second notice the car across from me going in the opposite direction. In the line with cars trying to use the other exit. Wasn’t even paying attention. Just had my face in the mirror, applying light lipstick with my head waving back and forth. Windows down, listening to gospel music on blast.

“Let the church say amen! He willllll! He caaaaannn!?” The voice sang as I repeated the lyrics loudly. “He’ll showwwww yaaaa?!”

“He’ll showww ya!” I repeated, turning up the speakers.

“His plannnn!” The voice finished as I clapped softly to myself.

“Yes thank you Jesus! I’m ready for his plan too. Lord show me your plan!” I let out in the moment. Of course? Out of freaking nowhere, I hear?

“All the hoes jocking?! Beat steady knocking, middle of the stage got the whole club rocking?! Nigga you can hate, but ya bitch steady watching? Bet she can’t do on the dick she poppin!” Hearing this loud bass bump repeatedly as I looked across from me seeing Demarco in the front seat of this old blue Caprice. Hair wild with the rest of the men in the car, all bouncing to the beat. Hanging out the window with Demarco’s arm laid flat on the door. Watching me before turning the music up. All four of them jamming in the car, causing the car to rock on beat as he tilted his head up to me.

“Aye?!” He yelled over his music as I turned my radio down. Ugliest, I mean the ugliest expression on my face as I stared at him across the way with one of the men from the church in the middle. Directing both lanes. Walkietalkie in his hand trying to give out orders.

“Aye?!” Demarco yelled again before reaching inside of his car. Turning his music up as the lyrics started to blast.

“Ya girl is persistent, she ain’t stopping mane? She said she want a HOOD NIGGA!”

“Ayyye!” Montana rocked in the passenger seat, wilding out as Demarco bounced his head lightly to the beat.

“I keep the purp by the pound! The trunk stay bumping?! Yall know we run the townnnn! HOOD NIGGA! And I keep a bad bitch around? Thick bitch! Long hair yellow, white, red, brown! HOOD NIGGA!” The song continued as he bobbled his head. Blowing a kiss at me as I rolled mine. Luckily, I was able to inch my car up further when out of nowhere? Out of freaking nowhere?! Demarco made a sharp turn out of line and jerked his car to the center of the two waiting lines.

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