A Hood Boss Caught My Soul ( An Urban Romance Book)

By Tia Miller

Love in the hood ain't easy.

Sissell never thought her husband would leave her with two daughters and no job.

Now … all she wants is a little fun while fighting the hardest battle of her life.

She never meant to fall in love, especially not with some street thug.

Jamal's king of the hood and owner of the hottest club in Atlanta.

His cousin Dassante wants him to go legit, but until Sissell walked into the club, he had no reason to.

Now he's ready.

But … it ain't easy getting out when everyone wants you dead.

Charmita's in love with a user and abuser, but she can't leave him.

Not even with Dassante telling her he loves her and treating her so good

Dassante doesn't get what Charmita sees in that man.

If he hurts her again, he's dead.

He's been waiting on Charmita for two years, and he's done waiting.

Either she gives that man up for good and lets him love her, or he's out.

Can anyone find happiness when their lives and souls are on the line?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tia Miller
• Release date: Feb 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393301462

Tia Miller

Tia Miller is the author of A Hood Boss Caught My Soul. Tia had an extreme love for urban fiction at a very young age. She lives in New Jersey with her husbandand two children. Connect with her now! https://www.facebook.com/tiamillerbooks [e-mail]

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prologue

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Sissell

On the tumultuous day that changed my life forever, I'd been so happy and content. Just a month before that awful day, I'd quit my job as secretary at the construction company I'd been working at for the last two years.

My husband Tyrice convinced me that I no longer needed to work after he'd been blessed with a substantial raise at the social media marketing firm he worked at. Our four-month-old baby girl Kizzie was my new full-time job, and the only one I needed. So, I thought.

That day, my mom was babysitting Kizzie and my five-year-old daughter Kavion, giving me some much needed me time, which I spent getting a relaxing massage at my favorite spa. On my way home, I stopped at the mall to buy myself some sexy lingerie as a treat for Tyrice later that night.

When I walked into our beautiful three-bedroom suburban home, I was eager to take a hot bubble bath, then prepare a romantic dinner for me and Tyrice to enjoy, before I gave my banging body to him as dessert.

The house was quiet and peaceful with the kids away. I slipped my heels off, carrying them around as I let my bare feet sink into the plush carpet, and took the grand staircase to the second level of our home where our spacious master retreat was calling me for a little more relaxation.

When I opened the double doors of my beloved bedroom, my heart sank like a ton of heavy bricks hitting the ocean floor. I followed my first instinct and hit Tyrice in the back of his head with both my six-inch heels.

The woman he was grinding screamed in terror. I guess she hadn't expected me to come home to find her fucking my husband of three years in our bed! Tyrice fell onto the floor from the head blow I put on his cheating ass.

Baby, hold up. Just chill! Tyrice screamed as if I was going to actually calm down.

Just chill? Really, Tyrice? How long have you been fucking this skinny bitch? I screamed as I realized that it was Aikira, a woman Tyrice had been working with for the last year.

I watched her scurry out of the room after grabbing her dress and shoes from the floor. She was about a size four, versus my size ten. The fact that I'd found Tyrice cheating with her made me believe he was more attracted to her body than mine. I felt completely humiliated.

Tyrice didn't answer my burning question. He stood up and quickly put on his underwear. I was waiting for him to show some remorse. Instead, he looked highly annoyed at me.

Answer me Tyrice! I screamed at him, as hot tears stung my eyes.

I watched him walk into our custom-made walk-in closet, throw on a shirt, jeans and shoes, then grab his Louis Vuitton duffle bag. He began packing his clothes. I couldn't believe it.

Does it really matter, Sissell? It wouldn't change the fact that it happened. Tyrice answered in a tone that had no traces of regret.

So, how fuckin' long has it been happening Tyrice? Because I already knew this was happening. I hope you’re happy! I knew when you were staying late at the office that it was with her hoe ass. How can you respect a woman that would take you away from your marriage and children?

He didn’t answer, but that didn’t stop me from going on.

I know you couldn't possibly love that nasty thot bitch, Tyrice. Your mother raised you better. You should be ashamed for even thinking about leaving us. I scoffed at him hard.

When I first met him, Tyrice had painted himself as some prestigious brother from a wealthy family from Gwinnet county, who graduated with a Marketing Degree from the Business Administration Program at Morehouse College.

Aikira was just a jezebel with no class, and I had seen firsthand how many men she dramatically flirted with when I attended the company's holiday party with Tyrice the previous December.

She was dressed inappropriately and drooling over all the top management men at the party. Even the ones whose wives were present.

Tyrice was silent as if I had said nothing, I whined on with my heart burning like fire.

I saw how you flirted with her at the Christmas party. You must have no respect for me or your daughters. A real man wouldn’t do this.

I tried to convince him by shading him with words to induce guilt. But the unconvinced and uncaring look on his face let me know my strategy wasn’t working. How can you do this to our family, Tyrice? Still no answer.

I do everything you ask of me. I cook every night and fuck you every single night whether I'm in the mood or not. I even suck your dick when I'm on my period! I don't deserve this! You're so selfish that you couldn't even take the time to help me and Kavion by learning sign language!

I began beating on Tyrice's chest with my fists.

He grabbed both my wrists tightly and looked right into my eyes and said the most hurtful words he'd ever said to me.

You know I'm too busy providing a stable home for us to have the time to learn sign language, and I’m not sorry for that. Kavion is not my biological child anyway. I’m tired of this situation. I’m leaving, Sissell. He dropped my hands and proceeded to throw some more clothes into his bag.

I couldn't speak or think any longer. All I could do was watch him prepare to leave the life we'd built together, as if he was preparing for a simple weekend trip.

I followed him out of the bedroom like an injured puppy. My eyes were spilling uncontrollable tears, and I was too choked up to beg him to stay any more than I already had.

In the hallway, I found that Aikira was fully dressed and standing there waiting for Tyrice. Suddenly, I found a small amount of strength to speak one last time.

So, you're seriously going to leave for this bitch, Tyrice? As if our vows meant nothing?

My mind flashed back to the happiest day of my life. The day of our wedding.

The way I ran out of the beautiful white church in Gwinnet county that Tyrice had gone to as a child, holding a bright bouquet of the reddest roses Georgia had grown. The exciting feeling of rice being tossed over our heads like white, heavenly rain in celebration of our union.

Tyrice's parents had spent over sixty thousand dollars on our wedding and reception after they had both accepted he was marrying a simple country girl from the hood who already had a child from outside marriage.

I couldn't believe the love that seemed so perfect on that day had turned to straight shit, and I was being left with nothing but tears.

I love Kizzie, but I'm dying for something new Sissell. With that said, Tyrice and the homewrecking bitch he'd chosen walked out of the house holding hands like newlyweds.

I was livid enough to chase them out the door with a butcher knife. It was the shock I felt that caused my feet to be stuck in place. I literally couldn't move.

I dropped onto the floor in the hallway where I cried for hours, wondering exactly where I had gone wrong in my marriage and how I was going to find the strength to go on.

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chapter 0 1

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Jamal

It all began on a hot, summer night. I pulled up to the valet of my downtown Atlanta nightclub called The Royal Luxe Lounge.

I effortlessly demanded attention as usual when I stepped out of my all black Maserati with Lambo doors, dressed in Versace from head to toe. My cologne spelled Versace too.

The only thing unusual about me on that night was that I didn't have a bad bitch hanging on my arm. I was feeling in a solo mood and figured I'd grab some fresh meat to take home after the party.

When I got inside the club, women began flirtatiously flocking around me. I excused them and headed to the upstairs VIP section where my cousin Dassante was waiting with bottles on ice.

He'd text me earlier and asked me to meet him there for an important conversation. I was ready to talk, then get my party on, so I could pick a chick or two to take back to my place for an even better kind of party.

You on time tonight, cuz. The world must be ending in about an hour. Dassante joked as the club bouncer opened the velvet rope of the spacious VIP booth that overlooked the entire nightclub. It was the middle booth of the four VIP booths my club offered.

They were all priced at one thousand dollars for four hours and four complimentary bottles of top shelf vodka, tequila, rum or champagne. That night, the other three VIPs were filled by a couple of local athletes and another dope boy I knew from the hood who was up and coming but not nearly at the level I was.

I checked my eleven thousand-dollar Bvlgari Octo Velocissimo watch, it was exactly eleven pm. Dassante was right, I was on time for once.

Yeah, you got the jokes nigga. I laughed and sat down to pour myself a shot of my favorite liquor, Hennessy Paradis Rare Cognac.

So, what we need to talk about? A huge grin crept across Dassante's face. He poured himself a shot of the same drink, then motioned for me to come over to where he was standing at the balcony of our private upstairs section.

I joined him with my drink in hand, he seemed to want to show me something.

What's up, cuz? I asked him again, curious of what was so important.

Just look at this 'Mall.  I watched the crowd enjoying themselves as the sound system blared The Migos’ Walk It like I Talk It. 

Look at what? All these bitches out here I'm ready to choose from? I smirked as I took a swig of my shot.

"Nah, man. Look at your success.

This all you, cuz. You came far. Seems like just yesterday we was both lil’ dusty niggas in the hood stealing from the grocery store." We both shared a laugh. I nodded my head. He was right.

I'd come a long way from my piss poor beginnings as a child. At that moment, I found myself wishing my dad was free to see my success.

He'd been locked up for murder since I was six, but since I'd started balling, I kept my pop’s prison books loaded with cash to make sure he was as comfortable as possible on the inside.

He'd murdered the gang leader who'd killed his younger brother, Dassante's dad. For that, I had nothing but respect for my dad. He taught me that family is everything. I'd grown up with the motto that if anyone ever hurt my family, I'd murder them in cold blood with no hesitation.

Man, Unc would be so proud. Dassante smiled as if he'd read my thoughts about my dad.

True, I agreed as I took down more of my drink. What's up though man, what was so important? I wanted to get off the topic of my father.

Man, I think it's time. With the club doing so well, you could open up that other location we talked about and go legit 'Mall. Now's your chance. 

Dassante had been trying his best to convince me to leave my street life behind for a long time. He didn't understand that it was much easier said than done.

The streets was all I knew. I'd started selling crack when I was only thirteen years old and blew all the way up by the time I was eighteen.

I wouldn't know what to do with myself without my crew to lead and kilos of coke to move. The club was a great addition to my income, but I needed my street business just because it had always defined me.

A'ite, cuz. I'll think about that. Now, can I go grab me some hoes? I shrugged, hoping he would let the conversation rest for the moment.

A'ite man. I could tell by his monotone that he didn't believe I would give his suggestion much thought.

My eyes scanned the crowd and stopped on a brown skinned thick beauty wearing a short shimmering black dress with a pair of sexy black pumps.

Her hair was swept up into a tight, sleek bun on top of her head, showing off her pretty face. I noticed she was with a chick that Dassante had been crazy over for years named Charmita.

Yo...who is that with Charmita? You know her? I asked him.

Nah, I don't know her. You want me to tell them to come up here?

Hell yeah, I'm trying to know shawty's name. I took the last of my shot and grabbed myself a mint from the table. 

Dassante asked the bouncer securing our section to go invite the ladies upstairs to join us. I was laid back on the plush leather couch when Charmita and the beauty in the black dress finally showed up. I stood up and introduced myself to her as Charmita and Dassante were hugging.

I'm Jamal. Welcome to my club. I smiled at her. She looked shocked but impressed that I was the club owner. What's your name, beautiful? I was dying to know.

I'm Sissell. Really nice club you have, she complimented me. I could smell her sweet perfume, and I recognized it as Chanel No. 5.

Thank you. Would you like a drink, Sissell? We have Hennessy, Grey Goose, and Moet, or I can order you a cocktail, whatever you'd like, I told her in my most charming tone.

I'd love some champagne. I nodded at her with a smile and poured up flutes of Moet for Sissell and Charmita, then made myself another shot of Hennessy.

We all sat and enjoyed the jumbo shrimp cocktails I'd ordered before they'd come up. Dassante was saying something into Charmita’s ear that had her blushing and giggling like a schoolgirl.

Why your man let you out the house looking this good, Charmita? Dassante asked loud enough for us all to hear.

Marques is working extra hours just so he can keep me looking this good. Charmita smiled. He makes sacrifices for me out of love. Dassante nodded, but I knew what he was really thinking.

He'd told me about Charmita's boyfriend once before. Apparently, Marques was some asshole who did nothing but cheat on Charmita and talk shit to her.

I knew Dassante wanted nothing more than to get his hands-on Marques and make him pay for his disrespect to Charmita, who he liked so much. But out of respect for her, he stayed out of the situation.

I'm wondering the same thing about your man, Sissell. What man in his right mind would let his woman out looking so fine? I asked as Charmita and Dassante walked away to go downstairs and dance.

If you really must know Jamal, I don't have a man at the present moment, and I'm not looking for one either. Just a good night out is all I need right now. Sissell confirmed just what I was hoping to hear.

I think I can help you have a good night out. Are you enjoying yourself yet? I asked as I refreshed her glass with more champagne.

I am enjoying myself, thank you. She gave me a sexy grin just as Bruno Mars and Cardi B Tease Me came onto the speakers.

This is my jam... She moved her hips flirtatiously.

She stood up with her glass in hand and started teasing me with her seductive moves to the beat of the song. I stood up behind her and grabbed her slim waist, and we swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the song.

The feel of her soft, round Georgia peach ass up against me wasted no time getting me hard as a rock. By the time the song ended, my dick was poking her, and I was hoping it would go back down.

I went back to the table to grab myself some water to cool off the heat I was feeling in my pants. I was shocked when Sissell came over and whispered into my ear.

Can we go somewhere more private?

Yeah, of course we can. I been drinking, so I can call my car service and get us a ride to my house if you'd like. I wanted to be on the safe side.

I'd love that, she said, and the look in her eyes let me know I was about to get lucky that night.

Within ten minutes, one of my drivers was waiting in front of the club in a black Escalade. Sissell went to tell Charmita we were leaving. We got into the back seat of the Escalade, and it seemed to be a private enough place for Sissell.

I think he wants to meet me. She discreetly unzipped my pants and placed her soft hand right onto my throbbing dick.

Shit, girl, stop playing, we still fifteen minutes from my house.

Just her touch was enough to take me over the edge at that moment. My driver had his eyes on the road minding his own business, and the music in the car was loud enough for him not to hear our words.

I have some twins that want to meet you too. Sissell laid back onto the seat and pulled down the front of her dress, exposing her double D sized breasts.

I couldn't control myself. I took both them into my mouth at the same time as she continued to squeeze my dick with her hand. She moaned softly in my ear as we played a teasing game of sucking and squeezing until I stopped her.

That's enough. I don't want to cum all over my pants. She giggled and put her tits back in their place. She sat up and began kissing me. We sucked on each other's tongues the entire way to my five-bedroom mansion in Buckhead.

Wow, you live in this big house by yourself? she asked once we were inside my two-million-dollar home that I'd bought four years ago.

Yeah, I usually don't bring women here, so consider yourself lucky. I locked the front door behind us.

Wait a minute, you ain’t married, are you? she asked cautiously. I laughed out loud.

Me? Married? Nah, baby. Definitely not.

Well, in that case, I usually don't fuck on the first night, so consider yourself lucky, she said then unzipped my pants again. My dick was back at full attention, finally able to greet her in the light.

She looked down at it with eyes of satisfaction. I was surprised when she dropped to the floor and took it into her mouth. I had to hold onto the nearby couch for support, she was sucking it so good I felt weak in my knees.

Come on baby, let’s go up to my room.

I felt myself on the verge of a big nut.

I wanted to save it for later. I was ready to put on a condom and pound her pussy from the back. Once we got to the bedroom and she stripped off her dress and panties, that's exactly what I did.

Yes, Jamal! Fuck me good...I love it... She moaned, turning me on and on. I enjoyed the sound of her ass cheeks slapping against my thighs as I drilled her dripping wet pussy from behind on the three thousand thread count silk sheets of my Cali King bed.

This pussy is so good baby. I like it wet and tight just like this. My eyes were glued to that big, juicy ass of hers.

I had been with many females who had fake asses, but Sissell's was all real. She was a true Georgia grown peach. Just as I said those words to her, I felt her pussy pulsate and squeeze my dick like she had done with her hand in the car.

I'm cumming... She moaned.

Yeah, baby. Go ahead...cum on this dick, I encouraged her. She climaxed, then turned around and pushed me down onto the bed.

I want to ride it now, she demanded just before she straddled me.

Ride it baby, and give me those titties in my mouth too.

I sucked both her large, sweet nipples at the same time as she slid my dick back inside her wetness. She went wild on my dick like no chick had ever before. She rode me like she was a cowgirl galloping a horse at its highest speed.

She was singing her sexy moan and all I could do was groan and bite my bottom lip, the shit felt so fuckin' good. After a few minutes, I couldn't hold it in anymore.

Baby, you got to slow down, or I'm gonna come right now, I warned her. I didn't want to disappoint her, but her pussy was wetter than I had ever felt through a condom and I could only imagine how much better it would have felt if I wasn't wearing one.

But, me being me, I didn't trust any female enough to go raw. Not only did I not want to risk getting burned, I damn sure didn't want no kids, or baby mama drama.

Sissell looked at me and smiled. She stopped grinding and kissed my lips sweetly.

No worries, baby. I want you to cum. It's your turn now. She started riding me like a thoroughbred again.

Within a few minutes, I came hard into the condom. She slid off me, and looked at me with a sexy, satisfied smile, then went into my master bathroom with her dress and purse. Five minutes later, she came back out fully dressed.

This was a good night out, I enjoyed myself. Thank you, Jamal. She kissed my lips again.

You're welcome. You leaving? I asked her as she slipped her shoes on.

Yeah, I caught a Lyft that’s five minutes away. She smiled before walking out of the room. I jumped up to throw on my boxers and follow