Falling For His Savage Love

By K.A. Williams

All mistakes aren’t final...

Over four years ago Goddess found herself in an affair that spiraled out of control, which left her to provide for herself and the growing fetus inside of her.

Her pride and joy Journey is now four years old and with him becoming older and bills growing larger, Goddess makes the decision to join her friend Rida as an exotic dancer in Atlanta, GA—a gig so big, Goddess starts making more money than she ever imagined.
But Goddess has always been a reckless person and makes unwise decisions—she manages to stumble in the arms of a heartless outlaw by the name of Pete. Pete comes with his own set of problems.
When he’s involved with a woman, his controlling side always comes out—and sometimes the only way he allows them to leave him is through death.

On the other side of town, her boss Omarion Solis runs the show in the ATL and owns the biggest strip club in the state. But before his rise to wealth Omarion did time behind bars and when he rejoined the general population, he had to own up and play daddy to his nephew, Josh.
After years of dealing with his nephew’s stupid decisions, Omarion decides to wash his hands, but when Josh starts a mess on the streets, Omarion cleans it up again, but this time a peace offering isn’t an option.
Under the surface of tragedies and unwise behavior, Omarion finds himself catching feelings for Goddess and he may be the only man able to save her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Nov 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9781648400926

Book preview

Irolled out of bed with the worst headache a person could possess. The light that shined through the window caused me to cry out in pain. It hurt to turn my eyes, and my entire body ached below. Clothes lied messily on the floor; the room reeked of booze, stale cigarettes and sex. I always managed to get myself in a crazy ass situation. I used to make my momma mad as hell because of the decisions I made and the company I kept.

My baby daddy was lying on the floor, his eyes wide open. I touched his neck to check his pulse; there wasn’t a beat and his flesh was like ice in the dead of winter. All I could remember was the night we shared. He kept telling me that I wasn’t going to keep the baby. He had a whole wife and I wasn’t going to break up his family. I told him that I had no intentions to break up his family.

I wandered around the room, grabbing items that belonged to me. A phone kept ringing. I searched the room thoroughly—there wasn’t a phone in sight. My mind was playing tricks on me. I was faint, too weak to process the scene in front of me.

I darted out the room, my heartbeat in my throat. I followed along the hallway, until I was downstairs at the front door.

The harsh coldness of December hit my face, sending chills over my flesh. I trembled—not so much from the cold, but from the scene in front of me—there was nothing to see. The midst was thick from the snow that refused to let up. The road was covered with white mess—traffic signs smothered, unable to guide pedestrians.

I saw headlights from a distance, then the car, or whatever the hell it was, came to a complete stop. I kept running towards it. I drowned in confusion and pain. I was experiencing the worst pain I’d ever endured.

Goddess! I heard my friend Jean’s voice.

Hurry up! My vision became blurry and I slowed my running to a walk—almost to a crawl—my legs were heavy, I was determined to find her, follow her face. She was up ahead in the car. She had to be.

Hurry! she yelled from ahead.

I finally reached the car and hopped in. She was in the driver’s seat and my older cousin, West, sat on the passenger side. The heat that blew from the vents warmed my flesh and for a moment, all my worries melted away.

What happened? I murmured.

They looked at each other, then Jean looked at me through the rearview mirror with a straight face. I was looking for them to answer the question for me. I was still searching my brain for what happened, besides me and Vin arguing about the baby.

Then it all hit me at once. I remember standing in the living room of his house, his second home he owned thirty minutes from the home he shared with his family. He was touching all over me. He had been drinking all night. That was our thing; we used to get stupid faded together. But I stopped drinking when I found out I was pregnant over two months ago. He told me I was acting different and was sucking the fun out of everything. When really, all I was doing was trying to be healthy for the child that was growing inside of me. I was still early in the pregnancy and knew I could’ve had an abortion. But my momma looked me dead in the face to let me know that if I could lay on my back as a grown woman and take dick, then I would lay on a hospital bed to have the baby.

My momma was the kind of woman that always believed in owning up to her shit, whatever she done wrong, she owned up to it and lived through it as a woman. She had it instilled in me from a young age that whatever I’d done, I was responsible for my actions. My mistakes were for me to live through. But she always ensured me that she was going to be standing right beside me whenever I had the baby, regardless.

Wait! I pushed Vin back; he was being way too aggressive that night. I have to tell you something.

His eyes moved every which way. In the past, I loved drunken sex, but the smell, even the thought of liquor made me want to throw the hell up.

Can this wait until after we fuck? Vin slurred. I agreed to waiting until after we fooled around. He was always so eager to feel something other than routine sex from his wife, who was probably sitting at home waiting on him. I pleased him like I always aimed to do. Once he finished inside me, he rolled over on the bed and turned his back to me. That was our usual. I never had sex with him to feel anything close to love. I was just trying to get my rocks off, too.

Now can I tell you? I sat upright on the bed with my back resting against the headboard. I felt sick from thinking about throwing the news out there in the air like that.

Yeah, shit, hurry up. I’m fuckin’ tired! Vin got situated under the covers. Since his back was turned to me and we had just finished messing around, I thought it would be easier to get it over with.

I just thought you should know that, I’m pregnant, I said, through a cry and a hard place. Telling him those words were killing me inside.

What did you just say? Vin got out the bed and stared at me with eyes that belonged to Satan. I felt ashamed. All along he kept telling me how much his wife meant to him and what he was doing wasn’t to hurt her. He just wanted to feel something after being married to her for years. He told me his sex life was boring and all that bullshit. So, I fell right into his trap. I wanted to somehow help with the power of my pussy. I can’t believe I was that stupid.

I said I’m pregnant, I said again, this time I needed him to hear me loud and clear.

Vin jumped over that bed and we both went backwards and fell to the floor. I banged my head up really good. He wrapped his hands around my throat until my eyes almost popped out.

You trying to break up my family?! Slob was leaking from Vin’s mouth as he literally choked me senseless. I managed to get my hands from underneath his knees then I dug my fingernails into his eyes. I wanted him to just leave me alone. I didn’t want to die. Not like that. Especially not from his dirty hands. He was acting like I was trying to get pregnant. I wasn’t trying to trap his stupid ass. And I sure as hell didn’t deserve what he was trying to do to me. We started an affair, but I sometimes did what I wanted with other men. Although, I wasn’t comfortable with them like I was with him to let them raw dog me. Vin was the only man I was fooling with at the time that could raw dog.

He earned that privilege over the course of a full year. And it was his idea in the first place. He wanted to see how my pussy felt without a condom.

I can’t believe this, you dirty bitch. You sat up here on your ass and got pregnant! Vin’s voice was loud as hell. I never saw him like that.

I didn’t try to get pregnant by your stupid ass. Nigga, do you think I want to be tied to you? You are the last nigga I wanted to knock me up, I said, my throat hurting like hell from the chokehold he had me in.

He acted like me digging into his eyes didn’t do shit because the nigga was coming after my ass again. I wasn’t worried about myself. I was trying to protect my baby. He wasn’t going to kill the lil’ seed growing inside of me.

I tried to run down the stairs, he caught me by my lemonade braids and slung me on the floor like a ragdoll.

Goddess, West said.

My heart was beating a bit slower, my lungs breathing in a bit more air, and the memories of that night had me worried as fuck. I didn’t want to remember what happened next.

Did you kill him? West turned to look at me and ours eyes locked. He was still in reality while I fell back to the night before.

Let me go! Get your hands off me nigga. I tried my best to fight back.

I refuse to have you walking around here pregnant. What happens if my wife finds out? I can’t lose her because of this. Because of you! Vin dragged me back into the room by my braids. He was determined to make me pay for something he played a part in. I couldn’t nut in myself to get pregnant. Naw, it was all on him. I always hated a nigga that never wanted to own up to the shit they done.

Then I won’t have it. I’ll get an abortion. Just let me go, I wailed.

Oh, you lying bitch! Vin was angrier now. My words somehow sent him into another level of rage. I didn’t like that Vin. It was my first time seeing him like that and that side of him needed to go crawl back underneath a rock and hide forever.

I’m not lying. I promise! I was saying all kind of stuff to get out of that damn room, out of that house away from him.

Everybody on the streets already knew we were messing around. I was surprised after a year his wife hadn’t figured it out anyways. All the staying out late at night, leaving the house early in the morning.

If he was my husband, I would’ve been sure to call him out on the bullshit. But we were a different breed. He picked that bitch up from some gated community; he fooled her like he was pushing big jobs when all he was doing was slanging dope.

My cousin West, who might as well be my brother, told me about Vin. West warned me to not mess around with the nigga. He said Vin wasn’t wrapped too tight and the slightest shit ticked him off. I didn’t want to listen. I figured he was just being protective of me like he’d always been. But nope, he was telling the truth and my dumb ass failed to listen. That was my first mistake in a long time. But I promised myself that if I made it out that house alive I would listen to West from that point forward. He knew the streets like the back of his hand and he wasn’t going to lead his little cousin astray. Besides, I was a tender twenty-one compared to his ten years my senior. He knew the shit niggas tried to pull on young women; he knew how they were coming. I was just blinded.

Why would you do this to me? To us? Vin punched me in the face hard as he could. He beat me and beat me until my body couldn’t take any more. Once he beat me till I thought I was dead, he went downstairs.

Somehow, I made my way over to my phone that was on the dresser and I sent West a text letting him know I was in trouble and where the hell I was at. Not looking at the time, I had no idea I had been out for almost five hours. That nigga had fucked me up.

Before I walked into the kitchen, I grabbed an iron fireplace stick from the fireplace in the living room. Then I tip-toed into the kitchen. He was digging in the fridge looking for something to eat or drink.

You stupid ass punk, that’s what your daddy taught you? How to beat on women? I managed to say through all the damn pain I was in.

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The refrigerator door closed with the quickness and that nigga was chasing my ass up the stairs. I was ready for this nigga this time around. Once we were back inside the room, I turned around and swung at his ass hard as I could, and blood went to gushing all over the white carpet. Then I fell to the floor because I was weak from being beat crazy by him five hours prior.

What? I snapped back to reality.

Did you kill him? Because I will go back in there and snatch that nigga up real quick. Look at your face. Look what he did to your pretty face, Goddess. I can’t believe this shit. West was the kind of nigga to talk with his hands and that’s what he’d done the entire time he was talking to me.

Yeah, he’s dead. Don’t have to worry about him anymore. Tears were rolling down my eyes fast as they could remake.

I hated whenever West was right about people, it just made me look like an amateur. Like the same little girl from before. He was always protecting me and all I could do was continue to get myself in a world of trouble.

My eyes finally fell away from the mirror and Jean put the car in drive. I sat silent in the backseat as she sped through the thick mist of snow. This shit was all crazy.

Don’t even sweat it, I’ll have my boys get rid of him and make sure there’s not a trace left. But you have to stop this. I can’t keep cleaning up after you. You understand? West wasn’t looking at me now. He was typing fast as hell. He was ‘bout to come through