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"𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬"

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October 30𝐭𝐡
9:15 𝐩𝐦
Orlando, F𝐋



Darkness took over her room as she had been laying there for hours at a time. After what happened with Milo, Imani was ready to call her brother, but Brooklyn thought it was a bad idea.

Matthew was about to get married and had kids he had to look out for, and just the thought of losing him drove her crazy, she already lost one sibling and couldn't deal with losing another.

And for Duke, she didn't know what he was going to do once he found out Milo pointed a gun at her head and that's what scared her. She just didn't wanna lose anyone else in her life.

She didn't know what to do, she could get the feeling of the cold barrel of the gun pressed against her head, she really thought she was going to die.

Pulling the thick cover closer to her body, Brooklyn just sat there in the dark stuck on the same thoughts like they were a broken record.

And it seemed like she was the only one, Imani was in the other room getting ready to leave and it was the same with the other girls.

At this point, she didn't even wanna go anymore.

The sound of her phone going off brighten the dark room, deciding to ignore it she rolled over the other side of her bed and stared out the window.

"Brook" Imani knocked before cracking open the door "You okay?" she entered the room.

Deciding to keep the lights off, Mani slowly made her way towards the bed, with the help of Brooklyn's phone that went off again.

Imani sat in the bed behind her bestie, letting her hand run down her hair. "I can stay here with you if you want me to"

"It's fine" She finally spoke "I wanna be by myself"

Mani nods her head understanding where she was coming from. Brooklyn didn't live the same life as her so she didn't see things Imani had to. So of course it was going to affect her differently.

"Gio texted you," She said hoping that would cheer her up a little. "He's said he's at the door"

"Tell him that I'm sleep" She mumbled into the cover.

"Alright best," leaned down and kissed her head before getting out of bed "Goodnight" Slowly she left the room leaving Brooklyn alone, just like she wanted.

She made her way down the stairs and to the apartment door. Once she opened it she was met with Duke who was looking down at his phone with a frown.

"What is she doing," He asked, wondering why she read his message but didn't reply.

"She said she sleep"

"What?" He said with an attitude "What's wrong with her?"

Imani looked away. She really hated lying to her brother but after today she was also terrified about what was going to happen next, that's the only reason she agreed not to tell him.

"I don't know, go talk to her" Mani quickly pushed past him, going into the hall and towards the elevator.

Smacking his lips he entered the apartment and made his way up to Brooklyn's room.

He knocked at her door before entering. "What's wrong?" he questions turning on the light.

Hearing the sound of his voice softened up her heart, with him around she felt safe, like nobody could touch her.

Tears ran down her face, too quick for her to wipe them all away. So she just covered her face with her hands, she was too embarrassed to let him see her like that.

But her soft sniffles gave her away. And as soon as he figured out that she was crying he felt many emotions pass through himself.

"Baby what going on, I can't help if I don't know what's going on" He stood up, making his way to the other side of the bed where she was facing.

He bent down right in front of her face which was covered with the blanket. Slowly he moved it out his way, finally exposing her face

"There's my beautiful girl" He smiled making her do the same while a single tear continued to fall from her eye.

Placing his hand on her cheek and using his thumb, he wiped her tears away. It hurt him to see her like this. Her eyes were puffy like she's been crying for a while.

"You wanna talk about it?" She shook her head no in response "Alright we don't have to talk about it"

He leaned forward leaving a kiss on her head before standing up. "Scoot over," He said making her do just that.

Brooklyn lifted up her blanket, just enough for him to slide under with her. And as soon as he got comfortable in his spot she stuff her face into his neck and wrapped her arms around his body, feeling the heat radiate off his body.

"You can go to the party if you want" she mumbled

"I'm good" he pulled her body closer to him "I'm where you at"

"Thank you" She smiled

"For what?"

"For not trying to make me talk about it," She said reaching her hand up to his face and tracing his features.

He sighed while shaking his head. "I can't force you to talk to me, So i'll wait for you to tell me"

"I need you to be comfortable with telling me things and forcing you is not gon work"

"And I need you to feel the same" she whispered too him making him frown. "I know almost nothing about your personal life."

"So I also need you to be comfortable with telling me stuff," She said letting her hands roam down his bare arms due to his plain white tank top.

"What do you wanna know Brooklyn"

"Everything" She looked up at him noticing his eyes were already on her. "I'm not saying now, but when you're ready"

There was a long pause between them, to her it looked like he was thinking.

Thinking if he should finally let someone in and see his vulnerable side and if he could be safe with her.

"I start selling because that was the only way I could take care of Imani and Angel" He began spilling while Brooklyn gave him all her attention "Vicky was an addict who choose drugs over her children"

"Vicky?" Brook questioned, not finding the name familiar.

"Our mom" he cleared up "I was raised as her best friend instead of her child so when she had Imani she told me that she was my baby, so I began acting like it and it was the same with Angel."

"And she began getting comfortable with that so she would leave us alone for a day or even a week, I was six when it started and by the time I was eleven, she would leave for months at a time."

Brooklyn felt as her heart throbbed as she listen to his story, she hated that he had to go through all of this at such a young age.

"And I was so scared that Cps was going to take them away so I got them up and dress every day, taking them to school or daycare while I went out to find a way to feed them each night"

"So did you ever finish school," She asked with concern washed over her features, making him smile.

"Yeah baby, I graduated," he said pushing the loose hairs from in front of her face. " After Victoria finally came back she told me she couldn't take care of us anymore so she gave Imani and Angel to their dads"

"Where did you go, I mean don't you share fathers with Mani?"

"Mani's dad isn't mine, he found out I wasn't his son a few months after Imani was born so he stopped contacting me, I ended up going with his brother Sin."

"Sin made me finish school and tried pulling me off the streets but by that time I was too far gone so he taught me a skill, how to fix cars."

"He wanted the best for me and for that, I only wanna make him proud"

"I'm sure you have" She reinsured him "You've accomplished so much"

"Thank you"

"Is he still alive?" She hesitated to ask

"Yeah he's fine, he live in Chicago"

"And Vicky?" He watched as she fumbled around with the chain on his neck

"She good too, but Mani and Angel don't know, so please don't tell them," He asked making her look back up at him.

"I promise" She smile before leaning up and kissing him, dropping the chain in her hand so she could wrap her arms around him.

His hands slide under a hoodie that she stole from him and roamed around her bare body. And with each touch from him, she felt sparks run through her, and her stomach turn.

Soon he ripped the hoodie from her body and tossed it and allowing their lips to reconnect. Now Brooklyn was left in her black biker shorts and her bra.

His lips slowly made their way down until he reached her lower belly where a butterfly belly ring hung.

Brooklyn covered her face with her hand shyly, feeling her shorts being pulled down, along with her panties

"Don't cover your face" he removed her hands "I need to see you" He said before his head disappeared in between her legs.

Brooklyn felt her body warm up at the feeling of his tongue on her pussy. She let out a soft loving how he was connected to her body.

His hands rub down her back and her inner thighs. His eyes glanced up at her watching as only his mouth put her in a trance.

Her chest fell up and down quickly while her eyes were tightly shut and her mouth slightly parted. He smile loving the way her body reacted to him.

Giovanni placed both of her legs on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist. A high pinch squeal left her mouth as the bottom half was left off the bed and only her upper back and head rested on the bed.

"Ah shit" she moan feeling that familiar build-up in her stomach.

She tried reaching for his face to push him away but fail since he smacked it away. "Gio" she whined feeling the build-up right there.

But instead of stopping he moaned which sent a vibration through her pussy. Brooklyn through her head back with her mouth parted open, leaving out soft moans.

Her legs began shaking and weak, the only thing holding them up was him. The black silk sheets rubbed on the palm of her hand a she gripped the sheet tightly until her body stiffen a deep and loud sigh leaves out her mouth while Duke licked up all her juices before finally letting her legs go.

He climbed on top of her with a smirk watching as he left her in a daze. He licked his lips, getting one last taste of her before letting her taste herself.

He grabbed her by her face and kissed her, and it wasn't a peek. It was a deep and wet kiss, the type to leave your mouth and everything around it wet.

Pulling away he looked at her one more time before kissing her head and then getting up off the bed.

"Where are you going?" she sits up, letting her back rest on the headboard.

"Nowhere ma, I'm gonna grab you a towel," He said making her frown.

"What about you?" He stopped at the door.

"I only wanted to make you feel good, that's enough for me" He leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed.

"Not for me" she mumbled with a pout, she was ready to continue.

Duke shook his head with a slight smirk on his face before he pushed off the bedroom door and went over to the bathroom to do what he had just told her he was about to do.



𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫
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