Saving My Heart For A Thug's Love 2

By Mo Howard

It’s hard to move forward when the past won’t let you go.

Denver has finally taken control of her life and she is determined to move forward and enjoy all that life has to offer. With a new outlook on love, she is ready to start living, but there’s just one problem; her husband Malik won’t let her go.

Borderline obsessed with Denver, he doesn’t know how to move on, and neither does he want to. He is focused on making his life with Denver work no matter what the cost. The only thing that is standing in his way is Myles.

Myles Mills is putting his all into making Denver the happiest woman in the world. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for her. Myles is trying to be there for her while simultaneously heading to war in the streets. Will he rise to the occasion? Or will he be defeated by an unlikely enemy?

Get ready to experience what happens when you save your heart for a thug.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Nov 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781648407949

Book preview

1

D o you love me? Myles asked while placing kisses on her collar bone. His hands roamed over her body as he caressed her breasts.

Yes, she moaned, loving the attention that he was showing her body.

Let me hear you say it. Denver tell me that you love me, he demanded like his life depended on it.

I love you baby, Denver responded as she struggled to open her eyes. Her eyelids felt like they weighed a ton.

I love you more. You’re all mine. You know I went crazy when you left.

She slowly managed to open her eyes, looked down and saw the low haircut and waves, which was his signature style. The only light in the room came from the white candles that were lined on the window seal.

I’ve missed you so much Denver. I’m ready to make this marriage work. I don’t want you to leave me again baby. He looked up while trying to take her panties off and when their eyes met, an eerie chill ran through her body.

Malik? What are you…? Where is…? Denver tried to speak but her thoughts were running together and terror replaced the lust that she felt seconds ago as she remembered where she was.

Don’t worry about anything. I’m going to take care of you, he said as he positioned himself on top of her.

No. Please. Don’t do this, Denver begged as tears ran down her face. The hum of the private jet reminded her that they were alone and even if she yelled for help the only person who could help her was currently preoccupied flying the plane.

Just relax. I’m going to be gentle, Malik assured her by placing kisses on her neck.

She tried to push him off but it seemed as though all of her strength had left her. She’d never felt so weak and helpless.

It’s okay baby. This will be over before you know it. Malik forced his way inside of her as Denver continued to cry. She was stuck in hell with no way out.

Aye boss man. I think I have something. Myles walked over to his tech guy waiting to hear what he had to say. It’d been hours since he heard from Denver and with every second that passed, he was growing more and more irritated and concerned. When she called him earlier in distress he knew that something was wrong. She was thanking him for some romantic getaway and he didn’t have a clue what she was talking about. When the call was disconnected he called his homie, who was tech savvy, to see if he could locate Denver.

What’s up? Myles bent over his shoulder so he could get a better look at the screen.

The last call from the number you gave me came through around seven. It came from a private landing strip that’s outside of the city. I was able to track the plane and this is the information to the company ol’ boy used to hire the pilot. Looks like their headed to Paris.

Paris? Send that shit to my email.

No problem boss.

Myles checked the time on his phone and saw that it was going on nine o’clock. Clicking on the Delta app, he saw that there was a flight leaving at five in the morning. Since he was pressed for time, he decided against flying commercial, and taking his jet would get him there faster. He scrolled through his contacts until he found the number he was looking for.

Hello. A woman answered his call.

Get the jet ready. I need to fly to Paris within the next hour.

No problem Mr. Mills. I’ll let the pilot know.

Myles disconnected the call and decided to call the only person who could calm him down when he was stressed out.

Hey baby, his mother Trina answered sweetly.

Ma. I’m about to lose my shit, Myles confessed while walking to his car.

What’s wrong? she asked, picking up on the tone in his voice.

My girl’s ex. He’s on some crazy shit. He made her think I was taking her to Europe when in reality he’s taken her.

What the fuck? Trina questioned to make sure she heard her only child correctly.

He took her. Myles slammed the door of his car so hard he almost broke the window. He’d been trying to keep it together, but his anger was getting the best of him. Never in a million years would he think Denver’s dumb ass soon-to-be ex-husband would pull some shit like this.

You had your people trace her phone?

Yeah. My boy found out that they’re headed to Paris.

Well you know what you have to do son. Go get your girl.

I know Ma. I’m headed to my jet right now. I swear to God I’m going to kill that nigga.

Just focusing on getting her back. The nigga is already headed there, so you need to come up with a game plan on how you’re going to find them.

I have my boy working on trying to track the nigga’s phone.

If he’s smart he’s probably using a burner. Try to go by his people’s house and shake them down for information. You said you had some time until your flight right?

Yeah, that’s a good idea. His pops stays in the city so I could swing by there.

Myles. Please don’t do anything stupid when you go by there. His pops might not know shit so don’t go over there causing problems, son.

I hear you Ma. I just can’t believe this shit is happening.

Me either, but if anyone can figure this shit out, you can. Keep me updated.

Will do. I love you.

Love you too. Be safe.

Myles disconnected the call. He had so many thoughts running through his mind he didn’t even know if would be able to make it to Malik’s father’s house. He texted his boy and asked him to look up the address and within minutes, his phone beeped letting him know that a text had come through. He put the address into the GPS and followed the directions. As mad as he was he had to send some prayers up for his baby girl. If one hair was out of place on her head, Myles was killing everyone that Malik ever loved. He would make sure that Malik buried everyone he ever knew, starting with his father.

Myles pulled into the driveway of a nicely built two-story home. The yard was manicured to perfection and a work truck sat off to the side. He wasted no time hopping out of his truck and making his way to the front door.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

I’m coming, Malcom yelled out.

Myles stood back a little and waited for him to answer the door.

How can I help you young man?

Sir, I’m here because your son, Malik kidnapped my girl, Denver. I was coming here to see if you knew anything that may help me find them.

Wait. Did you say kidnap? How could Malik kidnap his own wife? I don’t know where you got your information from but Malik and Denver have been married for the past four years.

I guess he didn’t tell you, but Denver has filed for divorce. She’s been staying with me ever since she caught Malik cheating. I honestly didn’t come here for that though. Did Malik say anything about him going out of town?

Malcom stood there speechless for a second. He was always telling Malik that he needed to honor and cherish his wife, but it seemed like his advice fell upon deaf ears.

Sir, did he say anything about going out of town? Myles asked again. His patience was wearing thin because all he could think about was Denver. Was she safe? Was she being violated? Was Malik beating her? All kinds of crazy thoughts plagued his mind while he stood on Malcom’s doorstep.

No. No. He didn’t tell me anything. Have you tried calling his phone? Malcom asked, taking his cell phone out of his pocket. He tried to call Malik’s phone but it went straight to voicemail.

He probably ditched it. I’m going to leave my number with you. If you hear from him please call me. Myles took Malcom’s phone and entered his number. He believed the old man was telling the truth because he was genuinely confused when Myles started telling him that his son and his wife were getting a divorce. Myles hopped into his car and headed towards the private landing strip. As he cruised through the streets of Atlanta his mind raced with thoughts of killing Malik. He’d never been tried by niggas in the city because everyone knew who Myles Mills was. Everyone was aware that he would kill a nigga in broad daylight on some Frank Lucas shit and nothing would happen to him. People knew that he was good for checking anyone who thought that they were going to play him or short him out of his money. Myles ran Atlanta and everyone knew that except Malik. He was going to make him regret the day he was born when he finally caught up with him.

RING. RING.

Looking down at his phone that rested in the cup holder, he saw that Cole was calling. Myles couldn’t even fake like everything was okay so he decided not to answer the call. He was likely to say or do anything so it was best that he didn’t talk to the nigga that he considered to be his brother. Never in a million years would Myles had guessed that Cole would turn or snitch on him. They came up together, made their way to the top together, and now this nigga was fucking with the feds. Just thinking about the nigga being a snitch made Myles’s blood boil. He had to find his girl and once he did that, he’d handle Cole.

We’re here. Malik entered the bedroom with a glass of champagne in his hand. Denver scooted into the corner of the small room not wanting to be anywhere near Malik’s crazy ass.

Please let me go.

Don’t start that shit again. I promised you that we’d go visit Paris one day and now that we’re here you want to act like you’re not happy to be here.

Are you on fucking drugs? Denver asked with a look of confusion on her face. He couldn’t have possibly thought that she wanted to go on vacation with him. They were in the midst of getting a fucking divorce.

Is it crack? Are you doing crack? she questioned.

So I have to be on crack to do something nice for my wife?

I’M NOT YOUR WIFE! WE’RE GETTING A DIVORCE! Denver yelled, feeling her last bit out patience leave.

That’s why we’re here. To work on our marriage. Here, just drink your champagne.

I’m not drinking that. Denver refused.

See, that’s the one thing I’ve always had an issue with. When I ask you to do something I’m not making a suggestion. Bitch, it’s a command. Either you’re going to take this champagne flute or I’ll force it down your throat. You decide.

Malik passed the flute to Denver and she accepted it. A smile spread across his face as Denver brought the drink up to her lips.

That’s what I’m talking about. I want you— His sentence was cut off by Denver splashing the champagne in his