Solace 2: A Hood Love Tale by Candice Miss

Author:Candice, Miss [Candice, Miss]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B09Y789DHN
Goodreads: 60838512
Publisher: Miss Candice Presents, LLC.
Published: 2022-04-17T00:00:00+00:00

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A few hours later, Haram and Syn were walking into the bar. Mandee’s wasn’t anything special; just a hole in the wall in the hood where people in the neighborhood went if they wanted to have a good time but didn’t want to go too far to do so. It was packed though. The fact that there was only one way in and one way out made Haram uneasy. All it did was add on to his discomfort about being around so many people. He was out of his element. When it came to settings like this, Haram stayed out of them. Because he had been spending a lot of time with Tokyo and not much time with his brothers unless it was about business, he said fuck it and slid through with Syn. Before they got out of the car, they shared two blunts and tossed a few shots back. Haram shouldn’t have been drinking but he ‘knew what he was doing’. Syn was a bit apprehensive about his decision making but he didn’t say anything. Had Cavalli been with them, Haram wouldn’t have even touched the Anejo bottle. But because Syn let Haram do him, he was a lot more chill. He didn’t take but one shot though, just to stay on his P’s and Q’s in case anything went left.

Haram was cool though. He was more mellow than anything. He was the perfect type of faded. It was just what he needed to move around the crowded rowdy bar without spazzing on someone for being in his personal space. Which happened to be lacking like a muthafucka. People were wall to wall. But as always, whenever the Knight brothers were in a room, crowds parted for them. Not in the intimidating manner that it parted when Haram was by himself though. Every step they took, Syn was slapping hands with someone. Instead of wearing looks of concern, the people looked on with smiles, welcoming Syn with the love they always gave him. With Haram, they kept their distance as they always had though. The smiles they gave Syn, they didn’t give Haram. But he didn’t give a fuck. The only smile he ever cared about getting was from Tokyo and he’d gotten that so the stale, questioning looks he got from them meant absolutely nothing to him.

Once they made it to the bar, Syn leaned on it and called for the bartender. When she turned around and seen who it was, she sucked her teeth and ignored him. Syn ran his hand over the top of his head before making his way down the bar to where she was.

Syn loved Legacy—there was no doubt in his mind about it. But Diara made him feel in ways that Legacy couldn’t. She was a freak in every sense of the word. Legacy was innocent. She was his little baby. The things he got from her, Diara couldn’t provide if she tried. There really was no comparison when it came to the two.

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