Discover a new world of suspense, betrayal, and passion with author Sweet Pea and Hot Books Now. Her first suspense novel is a deadly love story made up of passion, betrayal, and obsession.
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Abandoned as a child for the price of a hit by her drug addicted mother, Shauniece finally overcame her fear of "Can a man really love me"?
Things couldn't be better when she and her best friend Alasay both found their "Mr. right". But it all ended when Shauniece's boyfriends betrays her by sleeping with one of her enemies from high school and Alasay's boyfriend Lucky whom had just graduated from high school himself, possessed an evil so deep within that he would go on a killing spree slaughtering everyone that got in his way even the people who cared about him the most.
Set in South Central Los Angeles, Love don't Love Nobody shows a woman's search for unconditional love and the price she had to pay to get it.
“How could he!” I cried. I was in total shock. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking and tears ran down my face from total disbelief. I was so nervous and devastated I couldn’t even get my key in the door so I ran around back, got on all fours and crawled through the doggy door that was attached to the kitchen. A perfect square, I had gotten it installed about six weeks prior. It still smelled of fresh cut wood and new paint. As I rushed through the house to pick up the phone I couldn’t help but think that somehow my mind was playing tricks on me.
“It’s just not possible.” I mumbled with my hands over my mouth. I held down the number three on my telephone key pad to activate the speed dial, 323-777-0352. “Pleeeeeaaassse...pick up the phone Alasay. Prove me wrong.”
Four rings and still no answer. It was nine o’clock at night, where else could she be? “I know the ratchet bitch is there, she’s probably laid up with some nigga or should I say somebody else’s nigga getting her back banged out. “ I hung up the phone, paced the room only to pick the phone up once again ten seconds later, as I held down the number three on my keypad for the second time. I looked out of the window for any unfamiliar faces. Four rings, “Alasay pick up the damn phone!”
Alasay was the only person I could trust. We’d been best friends since elementary school. From slumber parties, to double dates, to fucking side by side, we did just about everything together. As we were growing up we made a pact: Never lie, cheat, or steal from one another and, until this day, it’s always been that way.
“Hello?”…”Hello?” Alasay said quickly as if she had to run to the phone to answer it, but still I shook off the thought, and as soon as I heard my friend’s voice, mine began to crumble, and again I couldn’t control my tears. “I fucked up! I really messed up this time!” I cried shaking my head from side to side as I replayed the memory back in my head. “Shauniece? What chu mean you fucked up? What happened?” Alasay asked. I can tell she was getting a little scared “Just slow down and start from the beginning.”
“Well, I went to Leon’s to surprise him. When I walked in the house I remember it being so quiet that I could hear my own footsteps, but I knew he was there. So I continued to tip toe through the house looking for him, he was in the den, sitting in a chair, about fifteen feet beyond the door from where I stood. He had some stank ho riding his dick ,moaning and groaning, like it was the best piece she ever had. Then he looked at me then back at her and said. ‘What the fuck?’ With this stupid confused look on his face, like he didn’t know what the fuck was going on. I was hot! I saw her and drew a blank. All I remember was wanting to grab a knife, and slice that smile right off...then something hit me upside my head. I heard sirens and ended up here, I can’t even tell you the in between…I must’ve blacked out again.”
“Girl, please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did? “Did anybody see you? A mailman, neighbor or anybody?”
“All I remember is when I was getting into my car to drive off. I looked back at the house and the woman that looked out of the window was… me.”
“Shauniece…you sounding a little crazy right now, but stay where you at, I’m on my way.”
I sat the phone down and went into the bathroom to wash all the blood off my hands and shirt, that part she didn’t need to know about. This is the first time I cried from being both hurt and embarrassed in a long time. We’d only been married for two short weeks, and already he was cheating on me. Go figure.
When I met Leon in the liquor store 2 1/2 years prior, he stopped right in front of me, looked me dead in my eyes and said, “One day, yo fine ass gone be mine.” The whole time in the back of my head I was wondering what’s a pretty boy, driving a fancy car, dressed all up in an Italian custom-made suit doing here right in the middle of South Central? Shit this nigga might be a snitch. So I played it off, “Sorry shuga, but I ain’t putting this on lock for nobody.” I was pointing to my treasure box down below when I said it. I can tell he was shocked that those words even came out of my mouth just by the look he had on his face, but he didn’t sweat it. He had Hella Swag, He just played it cool. “Never say never…and by the way I ain’t cha average nigga…we will meet again.” Then he smiled and his gold tooth sparkled in the sunlight and a chill ran up my spine I even got moist. He was fine as hell, but damn! I had just met the brotha five minutes ago and he was already looking at me like some crazed, possessive, wife beaten psychopath who had the nerve to have his hand wrapped around my arm like I belonged to him when really I already gotta man.
“Uh huh…maybe in your dreams.” My neck twisted a little not the least bit phased by his grip. He looked at me with a devilish smirk and said, “What if I told you that all my dreams always come true?”
“Well if that’s true, then I guess I’ll be seeing you real soon then.” He let my arm go, then turned and walked away without saying another word. As he got in to his nice ass 2015 Cadillac Escalade I noticed his license plate read MOVIEMAN. I wondered what that meant, was he some kind of actor or stuntman? Well I guess if what he said is true, I’d find out soon enough. My mom always said that curiosity killed the cat, back then, when I was younger, I really didn’t know what that meant, but what I did know was one day soon I’d find out. Who would have thought at age twenty five I could be possibly facing a first degree murder charge over someone I love so much… or have some kind of split personality where I forget the crimes I commit after I’ve already done them? Then again, I could be just plain crazy and the lady in that window really was me.
I guess we’ll find out when it’s all said and done.