*Workplace Romance
*Internal Struggle to Rise
*Sweet Romance...and Heat
The streets were all I knew from the age of nine because I wanted to make my father proud. He praised me when I stumped a man's head in so hard, I left my size 12 ½ imprint on his brain. Yes, my old man that left me...sold me out to get a better deal with the FBI. Mom warned me, and the years in jail taught me...the life of the streets isn't a life. The shit I've done, I take responsibility for. I stand here, to say with my full chest to say, I WAS a ganger banger, killer. I'm willing to put in the work to fight hard to stay out of the grips of my former life and prove I'm more than my mistakes.
Just tell me what the fuck is the price of redemption? No matter how much I'm willing to pay to move forward, the world won't let me forget.
I've given up years ago trying to get a good woman. So, why the hell am I soaking my nails to get the job site dirt and grit off of them? Why am I going out of my way to show Mariah I'm well read, educated, and healed? Oh, I can see the curiosity in her eyes. She wants to rub on my tats. She wants to experience my diamond tipped, prison yard dick...when I want to offer her my heart.
Genre: Romance
*Internal Struggle to Rise
*Sweet Romance...and Heat
The streets were all I knew from the age of nine because I wanted to make my father proud. He praised me when I stumped a man's head in so hard, I left my size 12 ½ imprint on his brain. Yes, my old man that left me...sold me out to get a better deal with the FBI. Mom warned me, and the years in jail taught me...the life of the streets isn't a life. The shit I've done, I take responsibility for. I stand here, to say with my full chest to say, I WAS a ganger banger, killer. I'm willing to put in the work to fight hard to stay out of the grips of my former life and prove I'm more than my mistakes.
Just tell me what the fuck is the price of redemption? No matter how much I'm willing to pay to move forward, the world won't let me forget.
I've given up years ago trying to get a good woman. So, why the hell am I soaking my nails to get the job site dirt and grit off of them? Why am I going out of my way to show Mariah I'm well read, educated, and healed? Oh, I can see the curiosity in her eyes. She wants to rub on my tats. She wants to experience my diamond tipped, prison yard dick...when I want to offer her my heart.
Genre: Romance
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