In the Name of Love 2

By Breanna J

It seems like love is the number one thing that we are always fighting for. We’re fighting to find it, fighting to keep, even fighting for the other person to be in it, but one thing is for sure: when it comes to love, nothing is fair or written in stone when it comes to the matters of the heart. 

 

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Epic Dynasty Publishing
• Release date: Jul 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9781723381683

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Synopsis

It seems like love is the number one thing that we are always fighting for. We’re fighting to find it, fighting to keep, even fighting for the other person to be in it, but one thing is for sure: when it comes to love, nothing is fair or written in stone when it comes to the matters of the heart.

With the revelations and chaos that unfolded in the first installment, Sasha is learning this and more. While life is taking its best shots at her, and Keyz is sitting in jail for a crime she never thought he would commit, Sasha is forced to learn to fight and fight hard for her sanity, her heart, her life, and the people that she loves the most.

During this fight, she is pushed to see some people and things for what they are and make some much needed adjustments. While some are able to get with the program, others don’t agree with her decisions and actions, whether they’re right for her or not. True colors will be shown and not everyone will make it out alive, and everything they do is in the name of love.

Table of Contents

Synopsis

Acknowledgement

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

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Acknowledgements

Thank you, my Lord and Savior, for this journey and this talent; without you, none of this would even be possible. When I wanted to give up and throw in the towel, you kept opening doors and putting people in my path to let me know that this was not the end for me but just the beginning. Thank you for the lessons, the tears, the smiles, and the experiences.

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Copyright 2018

Published by Epic dynasty Publishing LLC

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without written consent of the publisher, except brief quotes used in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual event, real people, living or dead or to real locals are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents are entirely coincidental.

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Chapter 1

When I was a little girl, I had a vision of what my life would be like. My name would ring bells—I would be, The Sasha. I would be the ghetto princess that became the classy woman and business owner. My life story would be a legend in the hood I grew up in.  I would make a name for myself that I could be proud of, I would be a brand, a role model, better yet, an icon. I would be more than just the big-time drug dealer’s little sister. Everyone would see that everything I had, I worked my ass off for.

Once I had my success, I would become a wife to someone powerful in their own way. I would get my dream wedding—I would have it all: something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, and a sixpence in my shoe. On the day of my wedding, the church would be filled with family, friends, and people that felt like this was the event of the year and just had to be there. I would be walked down by my brother. He would cry when he first laid eyes on me in my wedding dress. Then, he would take my hand and walk me down to my husband and give me away.

My husband would be the man of my dreams. He would be tall, dark, and handsome in every way. He would be so smooth; from his walk to the way he talked, he would make you think he belonged in a GQ magazine. He would be my prince charming, my knight in shining armor. He would come and take me away from this life, the drugs, and any pain. My past would no longer matter because he and I would build an empire bigger than either of us ever imagined.

When I would tell my husband everything about my family secrets, the drugs, the lies, the businesses, the killing, even the dirty money. He wouldn’t run or get scared, he’d just come up with a brilliant plan to keep me safe because he would do anything to make me the happiest wife in the world.  To him, I would matter, not who my brother was or the money he had. To him, I would be his world, and his world wouldn’t function properly without me.

We would own businesses, making everything about our family legal and honorable. Then, I would give my husband a baby, maybe two because he would have more than desired them. He would have shown me that he was loyal, dedicated, honest, and hard working. That alone would make me feel honored to give him the child or any children he wanted. I would have the American dream. I would have businesses, kids, a beautiful ring, a trustworthy husband, and the house on the hill with a white picket fence. I would have happiness.

But I guess dreaming and vision are for Disney because that's the only place we see them fully happen, because here I am—a dumb bitch laying on the floor of a police station pregnant. To think I was only here because of my husband, a drug dealer, the one thing I wanted to be free from. The thing that caused my dad to leave my mom, the thing that caused my mom to lose her life. He was everything I didn’t want: a liar, cheater, and another man that couldn’t control his mistress.

Now, we’re here. She told these pigs, the damn police, that after all these years, they plotted to kill my brother. My only living relative was killed by the man I laid next to every night. It took his whore getting mad about her not getting her way to get my spot for the truth to come out.

So, here I am. I am one of those wives that I said I would never be. I am the dumb Mrs. Kendrick. He didn’t come and save me. He didn’t give me the clean life I wanted. He brought me more hurt. He brought me drama. He put me in multiple situations where I could have lost my business or my life. He made me a drug dealer’s wife, and I let him. I let him because I love him. It was all my fault, and there’s no one to be mad at other than me because I went against myself—all in the name of love.  I lost myself, my dignity, my respect, my pride—all in the name of love.

But now, I know a different love. The love of my child. That child isn’t even here yet, but this child is saving my life. My husband will no longer have power over me. My husband wouldn’t be the reason I didn’t know the love you feel from being a mother. If I made it through this, I would take a stand in the name of loving my child.

And even though the sound of my husband's mistress singing like a songbird about the crime she and my husband committed together when killing my brother lead me to the weakness of laying here on this floor, I wouldn’t let her win. She was going to pay. She was going to pay for the blood my brother shed, and if I lose this baby while laying on this floor because of them, they both will pay because this isn’t what I signed up for.

Sasha! I could hear Kim saying.

Please, ma’am, step aside; the paramedics are here. I could hear someone else saying.

Please be careful; she’s pregnant. I could hear Kim saying, sounding as if she was crying.

What’s her name? I heard someone saying.

Sasha Brown, Kim said.

How far along is she with her pregnancy?

We don’t know. She just found out over the past week while we were in Jamaica for her wedding, Kim said.

Has she had any foreign food or shown any signs of sickness on the trip?  

No! Stop asking me fucking questions and help my sister and her baby, now! Kim yelled.

This was the scariest moment I had ever experienced outside of my mother and brother’s death. I couldn’t even help myself because my body wouldn’t build up enough power to speak or get up off this floor. If I couldn’t help myself, what kind of help was I being for my baby? I wanted to speak, open my eyes, I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. It was like I had lost all control of my body, and all I could do was hear what was going on around me, but that wasn’t good enough, so I turned to something I hadn’t done in a while.

Lord,

We haven’t talked in a while. I lost faith in you after you took my mother and CJ—that’s probably why everything in my life is going wrong, but this, this baby is my redo, a chance to have a family again. Please, if you spare my baby’s life, I will regain faith in you. I will rebuild a relationship with you. I promise.

We need to get her out of here now!

Lord, please! Don’t do this to me. This is all I have.

When I finally started to come to, I could hear voices. So, who’s going to tell Keyz that Sasha still isn’t responsive? He’s been calling, and I know for sure he’s going to flip his shit when he finds out Sasha is still in this hospital. He can’t be here with her. I could hear Kim saying.

I'm supposed to be going down there to see him this weekend. I can tell him then. It might be better if I tell him in person instead of over the phone, Sean replied.

Don’t tell Keyz shit, I muttered, and then I cleared my throat as I opened my eyes and tried to focus so my vision could clear up.

Sasha! Kim said as she rushed to my bedside looking surprised. As my vision cleared, I could see Kim, Tasha, Katrina, and Sean all surrounding my bed.

Why are y'all planning’ to tell Keyz anything about me? I asked.

Because he’s your husband. What kind of fuckin’ question is that? Sean said with anger in his voice.

No, he’s my brother’s killer, I replied to him.

Sis, you can’t be serious. You're believing these white pigs over my bro? He didn’t do it. You can’t possibly think he really did that. Sean tried to plead with me.

I’ve learned that with Kendrick, the things I expect him not to do, the things my heart tells me he would never do, those are the things he does. Like cheating on me, getting Simone pregnant, and YES, KILLING MY BROTHER! Yes, I believe YOUR BROTHER DID IT! I said as I rolled my eyes.

But sis... you can’t take your anger out on him fucking some hoe and put it towards this situation. This is totally different. He—

I cut Sean off mid-sentence.

Why are you here? I don’t need you. You aren’t my friend or family. You are loyal to Keyz and Keyz only. I don’t need you reporting anything back to him about me, so you can leave. I told Sean.

Sean looked around at the other people in the room. Did you hear me? Leave! I yelled.

Kim grabbed my hand and rubbed it. Relax, Sasha. Think about the baby.

I grabbed my stomach. My baby...is it okay? I asked sincerely as I looked at Kim with tears in my eyes.

Yes, the baby is fine. Kim smiled at me.

Sean got close. Sasha, I understand you're emotional and that your mind is in a million places and that you don’t want me here, but Keyz would kill me if he found out I left his family at a time like this.

I looked at Sean and then looked him up and down. Well, I guess you should be worried because they say he’s a killer, and even the closest people to him aren’t exempt from that. I told him.

Sasha, he doesn’t need to be stressing while he is in there. He’s trying to clear his name, and me telling him I seen you with my own eyes and that you’re good and I’m making sure you stay that way would mean a lot to him. Sean said still pleading Keyz’s case.

Sean, you may be Keyz’s best friend or brother, but me, I’m nothing to him anymore, so that pleading you’re doing for him means not one damn thing to me. As for me, I am no longer doing anything for Keyz. I told him.

Katrina looked at Sean. Maybe right now, you should leave. We don’t want her all worked up after being out for three days. We need her calm and healthy, she said.

Man fuck it. She sittin’ here being innocent, but if she kept my bro happy, he wouldn’t have got with Simone, and we wouldn’t be here.

Katrina slapped Sean. Get out! she yelled.

Sean looked at Katrina. Kim butted in and stepped between the two of them. Sean, please go, she said.

Okay, I’ll go, but she needs to think about who she’s turning her back on. Keyz isn’t going to just let her go. She has his last name now, she is his, Sean said.

I wasn’t sure who was madder at this point, me or Katrina. Sean quickly got out of the room.

What happened to me? I can’t remember anything besides hearing them put me in the ambulance, I said once Sean was completely out the room.

Well, you passed out. They got you here and did everything they had to, to get you and the baby stabilized. You’ve been connected to these monitors for three days showing brain signs but not much moving physically, not even a blink, Kim said.

We all been up here with you every day, Tasha said.

What about the shop? I asked.

"Fuck that shop right now, we’re family. We told you that, and when a