A Dopeboy Stole My Heart 2

By Nat Love

Continue to ride the wave with Sanaa, Slim, Robby, and Michelle as the drama continues in A Dopeboy Stole My Heart Part 2!

Sanaa, who was recently heartbroken by her ex-boyfriend Slim, has been through the mud. Not only had she been cheated on since she had moved to Denver, Colorado, but she recently found out that her step cousin's baby was really his. Trying to move on and find the love with Robby that she couldn't get from Slim was a challenge because the universe kept throwing curveballs. Will Robby and Sanaa make it, or will everything meant to tear them apart succeed?

Robby, starting as a two-bit hustler and now making his way to kingpin, had happily accepted his throne. He was doing well for himself, had a beautiful girl by his side, and was slowly making his way to the top. The problem was, at the top, haters stayed lurking. Can Robby escape the jealousy and greed that comes with the top position, or will he be taken out for good?

Although Slim and Calista become a thing and are living well, Slim still feels like something is missing. Never getting a hold on his mental health disorder, and still refusing to take his meds, Slim slowly spirals out of control. He will stop at nothing to get Sanaa back and make her his girl forever.

After cheating on Robby, Michelle gets dumped and goes buck wild. Her choices landed her in rehab, where she recovered and is now clean. She meets Future, who she falls head over heels for and who loves and adores her. Will her past catch up to her and give her a deadly ending?

Ride the wave while we go through this fast-paced, epic finale. With the shootings, kidnappings, murders, and lots of drama, this hot new saga is guaranteed to keep you turning pages!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leo Sullivan Presents
• Release date: Sep 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9781648543630

Nat Love

Nat Love (1854-1921) was an African American cowboy. Born into slavery on the plantation of Robert Love in Tennessee, Love learned to read and write at a young age despite the criminalization of black literacy throughout the South. Following emancipation, his parents remained on the plantation as sharecroppers until Sampson, his father, died unexpectedly. Forced to grow up fast, Love worked as a breaker of horses on a local farm and managed to earn enough to leave town by the age of 16. He headed West via Kansas, working as a cowboy along the way. Love excelled as a cattle driver, fighting off rustlers and learning how to shoot and survive in the harsh American wilderness. Throughout his travels, he met Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid, became a prizewinning rodeo star, and was captured by a group of Pima Indians. He eventually settled in California, where he published his autobiography The Life and Adventures of Nat Love (1907) and worked as a courier and guard for a Los Angeles firm.

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I’d been on cloud nine since I met up with Big Plug. I can’t believe my luck and I was grateful that niggas saw my real potential out here while I was grindin’. Big Plug told me that the only reason that he didn’t come for me sooner was because I was too hot back then and too hot headed. He also told me the shit about Michelle, which made sense. I understood why he did it too, because I couldn’t stand the cops, and I did the most in my teenage years.

I’m just glad for the come up now and that this nigga is the one that deals with the pigs, so I didn’t fucking have too. In just a few couple short weeks, I had flipped B Street into a money-making haven. We stuck with my ways, and my crew was legit as fuck. I didn’t have to throw nobody out and they all respected my intelligence. They really started believing me once they got their first bag which, by the way, only took two days to get. I knew that if I ever got some big shit and was able to do what I wanted with it; this would be the outcome. The best part about this was that I had to do nothing, and I meant NOTHING. I had money counters, lieutenants to watch over the crew, go-getters, trained killers, and we shut all that crackhead shit the fuck down.

Anybody who deals that has to take that shit up the street, because I stuck with my gut, which was the white girl in pure form. We were going to shut down the entire West, not the just the East. Big Plug didn’t even question my antics which was dope as fuck. None of the other commanders questioned shit and actually welcomed me with opened arms. Probably cus I made their pockets a little fatter sending all my clucks their way. I was glad I didn’t have no enemies, because shit was easy now especially at my level of success. I had a meeting with my white comrade and brought a couple of my killers with me, so that he knew exactly what would happen if he ever mentioned my name to anybody.

Big Plug may have the police locked over here in the East but those Westside police were on another level of bullshit, and I wasn’t getting locked up for no nigga, that’s for sure. I think I got across to the white boy more than I thought I would because he revealed to me that he was actually a practicing lawyer, and I put his ass on my crew. It was funny that his ass was a drug lawyer and did coke. He said he sold it to his other lawyer friends and even some of his cop friends. He said he had coke headed cops on his team, and we stripped his ass for wires and I had a tech savvy guy there at the meeting that went through his phone and we saw all the messages and shit that he sent out, which determined that he was telling the truth. I was excited to put his ass on my crew, but we still vowed that if the worst happened, he was going to go down by himself. I was pretty sure that we were safe, but I’d always rather be safe than sorry.

Sanaa and I were on good terms and I found myself falling for her ass more and more. I could actually see myself wifeing her ass and having kids; something I barely even thought about with Michelle’s ass. All we did was try our hardest to avoid having kids. I made her ass get on birth control when we were kids. She just wasn’t grown enough and instead of watching me, I was watching her, which is the difference between Sanaa and I’s relationship. Although she is one year older than me, she carries this grown woman vibe, and she has this infinite wisdom that puts me in a calm state. She has a real ass down to Earth vibe, which some people may call negative, but in reality, she is just a realist. She isn’t someone who takes what she can get, like Michelle; she has obtainable goals, and moves in strides that assist her in getting where she’s trying to be. I respect everything about her and enjoy everything about her. I don’t even care if I sound like a bitch.

That Monday we went to the clinic and got tested for everything together just like she wanted. I tested negative for everything, but Sanaa’s test for chlamydia came back positive. That was the first time I’d seen her upset and unhappy and truthfully, if me and that lame ass nigga, Slim, would have crossed paths at any time that day I could’ve murked his ass. I got my niggas on the look for his nasty ass once again, since he didn’t know how to keep his shit together. Sanaa was so upset about the findings that I made her spend the night with me that night and I held her close. I wanted her to know that regardless of what had happened in the past relationship, we were fresh and new and we were going to leave that shit in the past.

I also had let her know that the outcome could have been way worse and that she could’ve had one of the diseases that lived with her the rest of her life. All she had to do was drink this medicine mixed with water to get rid of the chlamydia. It was literally a one-day thing. Even though it was a one-day thing and she had been cured, we still hadn’t fucked yet, which confused me. I know she wanted to because we had come way too close many nights, and yet we still hadn’t done anything. Low-key it seemed as if she was still embarrassed or had some kind of trauma behind fucking now. I hate to sound like one of those, but trauma is one thing we don’t speak about in the hood. What traumatizes me, could be normal to you. Everyone is different.

This weekend I planned to take her to a Spa Hotel out West and we were going to make us some love. She had finally finished training and had a three-day weekend, so I was going to make our relationship official and we were going to go to the hotel. Michelle’s dumb ass had hit me up on her cousin’s Facebook apologizing again, asking me questions about my status and car, asking about Sanaa, and asking if we could get back together; all in one damn paragraph.

I thought it was funny that she was hanging with Sakora’s nasty, ratchet ass, especially since I had told her that Sakora was trying to fuck while we were together. In so many words, thae same day we got into it and I went to jail after going to her house. That girl is off the chain, and if she didn’t pick the right role model, she was going to sink fast. I told her she needed to mind her fucking business and check on the niggas that she was fuckin’. I didn’t fuck with them, but Klay told me in so many words that they were in full regret that they had fucked me over especially now because of our status, and we were eating. I thought about rappin’ with them because it was supposed to be bro’s over hoes, but I was past that situation, because my loyalty was taken for granted. I decided to keep them where they were at. I wasn’t worried about nobody fucking with me because in just a couple of weeks, my team was well established and well known. I wasn’t worried about nothin’.

I’d found a cute cheap, foreclosed two-bedroom full basement house for my momma and Chandraya out west. I closed on it the beginning of the week, so they were officially moved in. I was staying in the basement for now and it was big and spacious down there, so I was good. I promised Chandraya that when I moved out, she could have the downstairs and she was ecstatic. I noticed that since the move, my mom wasn’t drinking like she normally did and seemed genuinely happy. She was decorating and cooked every night, and it made me and Chandraya happy to see her happy. I had only unpacked my clothes because I’d been looking at a five-bedroom three bath in Cherry Creek and I wanted Sanaa to move in with me.

I planned a big weekend and I was nervous about giving her my heart, regardless of how confident I acted. A bitch that I had been taking care of for almost seven years had just fucked all my niggas, and even through all that, this shit with Sanaa felt right. I couldn’t wait until her fine ass got off so we could talk. I had been taking her to and from work, and we usually ate dinner every night, then I took her to her aunt’s. Her aunt for the most part was never home by the time I dropped her off because she worked late nights, that’s how we almost fucked each time. I’d met her aunt and I really liked her. She was a beautiful, younger woman with a lot of ambition and drive. You could tell that Sanaa really looked up to her as she should’ve.

My mom called earlier and said that she was going to have a big soul food dinner on Friday evening, right before I was going to take Sanaa out of town. She said that she wanted to have a nice dinner in the new house with both her kids and her new daughter-in-law. I was so happy that my mom and Chandraya truly liked Sanaa. I mean, they both liked Michelle but they both also had their doubts about our relationship. I hadn’t yet heard one ill word about Sanaa.

Iwoke up on the last night of our three-day party binge with a straight headache. I was only supposed to be with Sakora for a day and a half, but between the coke and ecstasy that I had, and the coke and molly that she was on, we were lit as fuck. I was having so much fun and eating up all the male attention that we were getting from up there. I promise that we had each screwed at least four guys a piece since we had been there. The difference was that these niggas was ballers and we got paid big for what we were on.

One nigga said that even though I was skinny, he wanted me to be a stripper at his club because of how beautiful that I was. He said that I would be his beautiful woman and that I could live with him, but I would work at his club, and together, teamwork would make the dream work. He was tall and fine with caramel skin, he had golds lining his top and bottom teeth, dreads down his back, and his name was Money. Out of everyone I had been with, me and him had the best conversation nor did he judge me for being high and drunk because he was high and drunk with me. He drove a newer Jaguar and actually took me by his house where I sucked and fucked on him.

It was like I had lost Robby, and he came up, and Robby had lost me, and I was about to come up. Maybe it was time for us to leave each other alone and move on for the better. I still thought about him a lot and had even hit him up from Sakora’s Facebook. He cursed me out and blocked Sakora from Facebook, and the bitch got mad at me because he blocked her. Speaking of her, she was showing me her true colors freely this weekend and I could only be around her while high. A few times I felt like knocking her overly hating, insecure, stupid ass out. She didn’t like the attention I was getting and it showed, but she wasn’t stopping nothing either so it was what it was.

When I told her about the nigga, Money, that wanted me to work at his club, she actually tried getting up on him, but he completely ignored her, and then eventually called her out on her bullshit. He said that she was too washed up to fuck with him and that he didn’t do hood rats. She stayed in her own lane for the rest of the time. Money had me strip for him and we did all types of nasty shit. I’ve never been with someone so damn nasty and I was loving it. Even if I was leery of stripping in the first place, after we fucked, I would’ve changed my mind; no if ands or buts.

I had completely pushed Robby out of my head and this time I was really and truly living my best life. Money had even agreed to come meet my grandmother and shit, and I asked him to give me a month or two until I moved in with him. I wanted to make sure that I got my shit together and showed my grandma that I wasn’t trying to find the next nigga with money to take care of me, but I was going to take care of myself too. I had decided that I was going to take online classes for a degree in early childhood education. I loved younger kids, and I figured that if I took some classes, that I could work at an elementary school or a daycare. I wasn’t going to tell my grandma that I was going to be stripping for this nigga and that’s how I was going to get my money, but I was going to tell her that I was going to be working for him. He seemed excited about me getting up with him, which made my heart happy. Who would’ve known that a little drugs and sex would have a nigga moving me into his crib? And they say drugs ain’t shit.

I woke up next to this nigga who was snoring his ass off and went to grab my purse. I had some Ibuprofen in there that I needed to take the edge off. I went to the bathroom to pee and run the shower and I stopped and looked in the mirror. I was still pretty but I could tell that this partying was getting to me. This is another reason that I was having Money give me some time before we made the move. I needed to recover and get a grip on myself, otherwise I was about to be a junkie, junkie.

As I stepped in his see-through big shower, I allowed the water to run down my back, as the Ibuprofen I had taken started easing up on my headache. I was closing my eyes and savoring the water when I heard the shower door open and in walks a butt naked Money looking like a whole chiseled meal. He smiled at me as he walked me to the stool built into the shower, sat me down and started eating my pussy like there was no tomorrow. After busting the fattest nut five minutes later, he pulled me up by my waist, turned me around so that I was facing the seat, bent me down so that my hands were touching the seat and spread my legs. He power drove in my pussy for a good ten minutes making my legs shake and led me to bust another fat nut. Abruptly he stopped and pulled his dick out my pussy and then slowly entered his dick into my asshole. This is the shit I was talkin’ about when I said we were getting nasty. We were doing shit that I ain’t never thought that I would be doing, and more. I couldn’t believe my own self. After I bust my third and final nut for the day, we washed each other up, brushed our teeth, and got dressed. Neither of us felt like doing shit and since it was my last day there, we decided to take it easy and lounge. Sakora was laid up with some nigga and said she would be here around six thirty that evening so that we could head back to the town. Money and I ordered food, and watched movies, and ended up fucking one more good time before I took off.

As I got in the car, Sakora looked just as stoked and happy about the dick she had been laid up with the entire time. We began exchanging stories about our new boo’s and what we did when we weren’t all kicking it together. I had called my grandma to let her know that I was on the way back home so I wouldn’t startle her when I came in. One time I didn’t let her know that I was coming home, and she damn near shot me, so we agreed that I was to call her every time I came home so that she wouldn’t do that again.

Sakora and I stopped at Buffalo Wild Wings to eat and talk. I asked her what she planned on doing with her current boyfriend and she said she was going to keep him on the side because she wasn’t totally sure about her new booty call, and that she was going to go back up there in a week to see him for the weekend. She said if she told her current boyfriend that she had something to do he always believed her and never questioned her and would give her money for the trip. I wish I could get Robby back on my team so he could do shit like that for me. His ass couldn’t even look at me without disgust in his eyes and I couldn’t be mad. I did it.

As we pulled up to the house, I was excited to see my grandma but also cautious about today. She was going to for sure be able to tell that I was off a binge and would be disappointed in me. I told Sakora that we should go have some drinks so that it would take longer to get home and grandma would be for sure sleep. She was also very cautious around grandma because she knew that her feelings for her weren’t exactly the best, and she also knew that my grandma would tell her grandma