Rozalyn 2

By Shan

Rozalyn McGuay has been missing for a year now, no one has a clue to where she is or even if she is alive. She is close to giving up on life and reuniting with her one true love. Finding the strength and courage she needs Rozalyn fights through blood, sweat and tears to find her way back home only to find that her homecoming isn't as sweet as she imagined it would be. Tamar has moved on hitting her with the ultimate betrayal. Fed up and needing a sense of revenge she goes on a warpath full of destruction involving those around her and herself. With visits from her past, treachery clouding her present, and danger threatening her future Rozalyn's back is up against the wall. Finding comfort in the arms of another man turns out to be the biggest mistake of Rozalyn's life. Tamar is confused, full of anger and sick of being stabbed in the heart. Unable to determine his next move; what he decides could be the end of his life. Will it be too much for the two of them to stand? Can their relationship withhold the blows or will things continue to crumble down? Walk with Rozalyn as she tries to put the pieces of her life back together and strive at a chance of happiness.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shan
• Release date: Oct 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9798215803172

Shan

Shan, born in Louisiana but raised in Dallas, Texas is a 33 year old mother, national bestselling author, and co-owner to one of the top African American Independent Publishing companies, Shan Presents.  She found the love of writing in elementary school when she picked up a journal and started writing stories to hide the pain she felt from her family life. Writing had become an everyday thing for her and she quickly found that it was what she was born to do.  In 2011, she finally got the nerve to publish her first book giving the readers a hot urban fiction drama named Rozalyn that instantly became a bestseller.  In 2012, Shan signed on with SBR Publications, becoming the first lady of what had become one of the biggest publishing companies in the African American Literature. She released her first book with SBR titled Hated by Many, Loved by None and went on to sale thousands of copies that led her to being ranked 164 in the world. For that same title, Shan earned the award of Urban Fiction Book of the Year from AAMBC, and has since then published many more titles with SBR publications.  Shan has so much more in store for readers and also plans to crossover into children's books, acting and directing movies. She is working on her first movie that is derived from her bestselling novel Hated By Many, loved by None. Through her movies, and through others she is now be able to live out her dream of acting.  To keep on touch with Shan follow her on social media Facebook page at www.facebook.com/myss.shan.7 Like Page-https://www.facebook.com/author.shan/ Follow me on twitter and IG @ iammyssshan Text Shanbooks to 22828 to stay up to date with her releases   

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Prologue

Rozalyn

The night air whipped through the crack in the windows sending chills throughout my body. A cloud of smoke filled the tiny space I was confined to guiding my sense of good judgment to that of foolishness. I didn't move nor did I object once I felt the hand invade the space beneath my Isabella Oliver dress. The strength and comfort behind the touch relaxed me and emotionally activated responses that weren't accurate.

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My mind was twisted with visions of my past, hurt from within took over the love I had for another and allowed lust and indebtedness fulfill my being. Immorally wrong, but precise with passion, the hand pulled my panties to the side. His finger ran over my love button, triggering a sensation that should only be stimulated by the man that I love. I wanted to stop it but made no effort to do so. His touch was so warm; making my pussy feel worthy. Needless to say I adjusted my seat, leaned further back, and opened my legs even further. The gushiness of my juices made splashing noises when he moved his finger in and out of my opening.

Mmmh! I moaned.

Can I taste it? he asked.

Looking into his green eyes I could see that he loved me; no mistake about it. His eyes showed that of adoration, respect, and tenderness. I didn't feel the same but at the moment it didn't matter. I wanted him as badly as he wanted me. Nodding my head up and down, I closed my eyes when his fingers moved faster. I was close to climaxing and the stress I was feeling moments ago was carefully leaving my body.

Stay right here. I'll be back, he said jumping out of the vehicle and making his way to the front desk of the hotel. I rubbed my hands over my pregnant belly, smiling at the fact that I would have a second chance to be a mother. Nothing could replace the pain that was once felt for the loss of my son Jr.; but at least soon the pain would be altered with that of joy.

The passenger side door swung open and he held his hand out for me to take. The decision I was about to make would be one that could never be taken back but I didn't care. My mind was so wounded and damaged that nothing made sense anymore. The only thing that felt sensible at the moment was to seek vengeance on those that aimed to clutter my heart with confusion. Love is what I had for Tamar but hate is what I felt in my heart; not for him but for those that existed around us. Those that were leading me to participate in an act that was so unjust and so unforgiving.

Damn, look at you. So fuckin’ sexy, he removed my dress, licked his lips hungrily, and eyed my motherhood with passion. My bra came off followed behind my panties; I stood nakedly feeling as if my existence was no longer important. After tonight things would never be the same; I felt in my heart that a change was to come and it wouldn't be for the better.

I love you so fuckin’ much girl, he said in between licks. He sucked on my love button, sipping my juices like a dehydrated maniac. The first time was a mistake but this time I couldn't call it. Whether I was purposely here or driven here; it was going down and nothing was gonna stop it not even the affection I had for my baby's father.

Ohhh! I moaned when feeling his erection fill the void between my legs. He slipped his tongue in my mouth allowing me to taste what he so hungrily ate moments ago.

So wet, damn you so wet, he moaned. His bright, yellow skin glowed in the darkness along with his green eyes. The hardness of his body rubbed against my pregnancy; my baby balled up in a knot. Keyshia Cole's Love stung the both of us along with the vibration that hit the table.

Wait, wait! What am I doing? Brandon wait. I can't do this! Keyshia Cole suddenly reminded me that my heart belonged to only one person. Only one person could ever have it and no matter how much agony I felt, Tamar was my reality. He was everything to me.

Come on, don't do this. You feel so good to me right now. I love you so much Roz, Brandon continued to stroke, growing harder and harder.

Brandon please. I wasn't thinking clearly, I said placing my hand on his chest. Keyshia Cole began to sing again. "Oh Love. Never knew what I was missing, But I knew once we start kissin I found, I found you, Love."

Roz, I love you. Why you can't see that? Brandon questioned peering through my eyes. You mean the world to me and I would do anything to have you as my own. This baby I would care for as if it were mine. I would treat you like the queen that you are; I will never hurt you. I need you baby. You all I think about. Please don't stop me, I need this.

Brandon, I can't. I can't love you the same. My heart belongs to Tamar. This is wrong.

It's not wrong baby, it's right. It feels so right, Brandon continued his strokes ignoring my sudden remorse.

Brandon, please get up. Please? I begged.

Brandon covered my mouth with his lips, picking up the pace of his strokes. My eyes crammed with tears, regret took over my body, and apprehension supplemented the ache in my heart. He wasn't going to take no for answer and how could I blame him. I led him here, giving him hope that something could be, knowing that it would never be.

Fuck! Your pussy so wet! Damn, this shit feels so good! Brandon yelled. He shortened each stroke but pumped harder; he brought his mouth to my neck, and sucked striving to mark his territory. Rozalyn, Tamar is gonna have to fight me to stay away from you. If I can't have you then he can't either.

Brandon rolled off of me, huffing and panting as the remainder of his seeds dripped onto his leg. My eyes caught his but both of us refused to speak on the comment that was just made. I reached for my panties and bra, quickly dressing to completion not caring that I was sex funky or about the cum that trickled down the inside of my thighs.

Can you just take me home, Brandon? I asked.

Now all of a sudden you wanna trip and act like you ain’t want this shit like I did ’cause that nigga called you. You can act like you feel guilty about it all day, but you and I both know that you wanted it Roz, said Brandon.

Whatever, just take me home please!

I’m not taking you nowhere. Tell your baby daddy to come and get you. Tell the nigga that sleeps with a different woman every other night when he ain’t with you to come and get you. Yea, gone and call him so he can beat your ass like he always do, Brandon huffed. I swear bitches like you make me sick! You gotta nigga right here that’s trying to make you feel good, treat you good; treat you like you supposed to be treated and you rather gloat over a nigga who don’t give a fuck about you! Fuckin’ ridiculous.

Fuck you if you don’t understand Brandon, Tamar is everything to me! No matter what we’ve gone through or how bad he’s hurt me I will always love him! You can’t replace him! I professed.

Like I just told you if I can’t have you then he can’t either. Let’s see if he still wants your ass after he finds out you took a detour from the hospital to fuck his best friend! Brandon leaped from the bed, dick swinging while he stormed towards his cell phone. I jumped in front of him, placing my hands on his bare chest; pleading with him to not do something so dumb.

Brandon, no! I protested.

Get out my way! I’m sick of playing games with you!

Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Please don’t call him. I’m sorry.

You sorry for what? Rozalyn, be honest with yourself and be honest with me. I know you have feelings for me but you don’t wanna admit it ’cause you too scared of what Tae might do. Tell the truth, you love me too right?

Yes, Brandon. I do, I blatantly lied. He didn’t want to hear the truth. The truth was that I loved him for his kindness; his willingness to always help and be there for me when I needed him. I love him more as a friend than a lover. My love for Tamar was real, it was without doubt; one that could never be destroyed. A lapse in judgment led me to this situation yet again; allowing someone that should’ve been forbidden to caress me in a way that was sinfully unwarranted.

Brandon brought me into a warm embrace, bringing his lips to mine. He picked me up from the floor, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lowered me onto the bed. Ripping my panties and tossing them to the floor he plunged himself back inside of my wetness. No longer able to stare in his eyes I shut mine; shut off all emotion. I was gonna have to submit myself to him; lead him to believe this is what I wanted.

In the beginning I was all for it; ready to do unto others as they had done unto me. Reality quickly set in pushing me to feel shame and guilt; Tamar could never find out about this. Submissively I obliged; giving Brandon my all. I couldn’t let him hurt Tamar; he has been hurt enough by those that he loves and I wanted no part of his pain.

Why you so quiet? Brandon inquired. We were heading to the home that I shared with Tamar; he had called my phone at least twenty times but I couldn't bring myself to answer it. Guilt consumed me.

Just thinking is all, I answered.

Rozalyn, I can't help the way I feel about you. You started this shit.

How did I start it Brandon? I don't ever remember being the one pouring my damn feelings out all the time! You made me feel like I had no choice but pay you with sex as much as you were telling me how much you love me, how much you've done for me, and how much you will do for me!

You didn't have to give me the pussy back then Rozalyn! That was your choice to do so! I never told you how I felt so I can get in between your legs. What I was telling you was real; I wasn't looking for a payback but since you felt the need, you gotta deal with what comes with it!

So, what are you saying Brandon? I glared at him suspiciously.

I'm saying you better make time for me or else the shit you got going with Tamar will come to an end. You know once he finds out about us it's a done deal with you, Brandon incredulously stated.

You want me to continue sleeping with you? I can't…Brandon, damn, I cried.

The choice is all yours….

Watch out! I yelled.

EERRCCHHHHHHHH!

Hold on! Hold on! Brandon gripped the steering wheel, dodging the white van that halted to a stop in front of us. The Range Rover spinned in a circle, taking a position on just two wheels. Fortunately gravity held its place setting the Rover back on all fours.

You okay? Brandon asked. I held on tightly to my womb, unable to feel any movements from my unborn. Stay right here and let me see what the fuck is wrong with these cats man.

Wait, I don't think you should get out. Something don't seem right, I expressed.

Brandon reached and opened a hidden compartment that revealed a handgun. Be right back, he opened the door stepping out before I could stop him. The gun rested against his side as he approached. This whole scene felt strange; the white van just sat there, making no movements. The lights weren't even on; the windows tint was so dark that it was impossible to see who was lurking on the inside. I emerged from the vehicle sensing that this shit wasn't right; I came up to Brandon's side grabbing his hand.

Brandon, let's go! Something ain't right.

EERRCCHHHHHHHH!

Shit! I yelled upon seeing another van pull alongside the Rover. Brandon pushed me behind him; protecting me as he always did. Suddenly the doors of the vans flew open and three men jumped out from each of them. Damn, he found me; I knew he would find me.

What the fuck is you talking about, Roz? What the hell is going on? Brandon asked with a little distress in his voice.

I knew he would find me, I knew he would, I whimpered.

Fuck this shit, Brandon shoved me to the ground then brought his pistol up.

Nooooooo! I screamed.

POW! POW! POW! POW!

It only took seconds for it all to happen. Brandon's body was ripped with bullets; bullets that he never saw coming. He lay against the concrete as blood streamed from his body. His eyelids bolted shut over his green eyes and his hands rested against his side.

You don't look too scared. I guess you knew I was coming for you, P.J. said before jerking me from the ground.

Chapter One

Tamar

9 months later

Damn, I missed you so much. I'm so glad I found you…. they told me you were dead, I said stroking the side of Rozalyn's face. She looked just like I remembered her; smooth caramel skin, her long black curly hair fell right down the sides of her face bringing out her Chinese cut eyes. The most beautiful female I'd ever seen, the only female I'd ever loved and she was all mines. I thought I lost her but here she was standing right in front of me.

Why didn't you come for me? Rozalyn asked.

I did, they told me you were dead, I said feeling guilty. They told me you were both dead.

I looked down at her round, pregnant belly smiling at the fact that she was still carrying my son. Everything was going to be a’ight and I was going to make sure of it; never letting the two of them out of my sight again.

You didn't come for me, you let them hurt me. I thought you loved me Tae? Rozalyn questioned.

I tried; I didn't know where you were. I looked everywhere and…. I reached out to touch Rozalyn's stomach; my smile broke when she pulled away. Her skin turned dark and her face scrunched up in pain, a puddle of blood flowed from between her legs. I came closer to her trying to help her but her skin began to shed falling to the floor piece by piece.

Rozalyn! I yelled. Rozalyn!

The heavy and bold laughter echoed from a male that was nearby but I couldn't see anyone. I moved from where I was standing and went over towards Rozalyn's disintegrated body. Kneeling down to what was left of her I couldn't fathom that this shit was real; she was just right here. I felt her, I touched the side of her face and it was warm; not cold like someone who was dead would be.

I felt the cold steel of metal press against my temple and could hear the click of the safety being released from a pistol, the heavy laughter I heard earlier returned standing right over me.

Tamar! he yelled and laughed again. Tamar!

I slyly reached for my pistol hoping I could pull it out and get a shot off before he blew my fuckin’ brains out. The laughter continued; I went for it, removed my pistol, turned and jumped to my feet now placing the pistol to the bottom of his chin.

Although he wasn't laughing anymore and I couldn't make out his face I knew it was that cat P.J. He took Rozalyn and he killed her and I was about to make him pay for what he did to her and me.

Tamar! Tamar please! he yelled. Oh my God, you are scaring the shit out of me!

I'm scaring the shit out of you? Muthafucka look what you did to my fuckin’ girl! Look at her! You took her from me! I roared pointing to what was left of Rozalyn's body on the ground.

WHAM!

I popped him across the face sending him and his blood flying to the floor. I quickly went over to where he landed, stood over him, clicked the safety off, and aimed for his head.

Tamar, oh my God! Please! Please! he cried out like a little whimp.

POW!

Just as I came down on the trigger I was tackled from behind and knocked to the floor. The gun flew from my hand and I tried to crawl towards it but was given a swift kick to the stomach that flipped my ass over onto my back.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you fuckin’ crazy? Taron asked.

I looked up at him, then around the room to see Diamond curled up hyperventilating in the corner, blood dripped from her forehead and I knew just then that I'd been hallucinating again.

Ding Dong! Ding Dong!

Now that's probably the muthafuckin’ police! What the fuck is going on with you my nigga? Taron walked over picking up the gun and leaving out of the room.

Fuck, I said just above a whisper. My house was surrounded by police, FBI, and reporters on a daily basis. They feared that I would try to escape, leaving the country or something to get away from the charges I was facing for the murders of Shalea and Tweek.

For the past nine months hallucinations and bad dreams had been a part of my everyday life. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't have them; each time felt so damn real. Doctors told me it was part of posttraumatic stress and that eventually they would leave me but they hadn't. I thought I would quickly get over Rozalyn being dead considering it had been so long since she’d disappeared. When her mama first called me with the news a week ago, I remember breaking down to the point to where taking my life laid heavily on mind.

Her remains were found a good twenty minutes from here; buried beneath falling branches and leaves. She'd been there for about three months ’cause the only thing that was found was her bones and the clothes she wore when she was killed. I didn't want to accept the news of Rozalyn's death, I begged them to do some kind of test on her to make sure that it was indeed her but when they told me they found her cell phone and her purse that contained her ID. I had no choice but to accept the facts.

Shit I spent week after week going between the hospital when Brandon was shot and looking all over for Rozalyn. I accused her brother of hiding her from me and trying to get back at me for what happened to Zavier ’cause every time I called concerning Rozalyn he was real nonchalant and acted as if he didn't care that something happened to her. Nobody in her family seemed to care; it was like everybody knew she would be found dead except for me. I held onto hope that I would rescue her the same way I did when she was kidnapped the last time. I just couldn't believe that it came to this and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening.

Rozalyn got herself into a lot of trouble when she snitched on P.J. Had I known at the time what she'd done and whom she was fuckin’ with; I most likely would've taken her across the country just to keep her safe. P.J. is partially black and partially Chinese. His father, whom is Chinese, is part of dreadful Chinese Mob based out of New York. Me, proclaiming to be the baddest muthafucka’ on earth was even willing to run miles and miles away just to shy away from them. I've heard mad stories about the way they got down and knew they were not to be fucked with. Unfortunately for Rozalyn she had no idea who she was trying to send to jail.

You okay? I asked as I headed towards the corner she was kneeled down in.

This is the second damn time you done did that shit Tae and it's starting to get worse. You need to get some fuckin’ help or something! Diamond yelled.

I don't need no damn help, I had a fucked up ass dream a’ight? We all have ‘em.

Not to the point where you can't separate what's real from what's a part of your damn imagination! I'm not about to stick around waiting on you to kill us!

I met Diamond about six months ago at a bar and grill while chilling with my boys. She was pretty, dark, smooth skin, lips like Megan Goode and a body like Trina. My intentions were to smash and pass her along to one of the homies if they wanted her but we had a little bit of a connection and ended up going a little further than expected.

I'm about take a shower, come on, I said pulling Diamond out of the corner to her feet. Her body was uncontrollably trembling and she kind of hesitated coming with me, I nibbled along her neck, and rubbed on her small, round belly. You know I ain't trying to hurt you or my shorty. I'm sorry.

It's starting to scare me Tae, every night you making all these sounds in your sleep. I never know when you gonna jump out and attack me, Diamond whined.

I can't help what I dream about. I told you I was sorry, I don't know what else you want me to say.

Maybe if you get her off your fuckin’ mind then you can have a peaceful sleep at night. Still got her damn pictures all around the house. How do you expect to get over her if you ain't trying to let her go? Diamond sat on the bed folding her arms and pouted like a big ass kid. Just as I was about to head into the bathroom Taron tapped on the door and walked into the room.

I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you but you need to get yourself together for real. You already facing two capital murder charges and was about to be facing another one, Taron said.

I didn't respond and walked into the bathroom slamming the door behind me. I hated looking at that fool, hated that his ass was even here but a part of me felt like I owed that nigga. Finding out that he went to jail behind some bullshit I did made me feel like I had to help him get up on his feet. I know that even though he and Tavon were identical twins that they weren’t the same but it was hard to see him as his own person.

Tavon was a part of the reason I was facing these damn charges now; if it wasn't for him, my cousin Roderick, and that bitch Shalea beating and raping Rozalyn I wouldn't be in this situation. Looking at Taron made me think about how Tavon raped Rozalyn; violated her in the worst way. He was partially responsible for killing my first born son and every time I looked at Taron it just brought back unwanted memories.

In a week I would be sitting in the court room, going to trial for the murders of Shalea and Tweek that I committed almost a year ago. My attorneys had been doing everything in their power to postpone the trial and this last time they tried the judge wasn't having it. There was a star witness in the case that was claiming to have seen it all and so far I have yet to be able to find out who the witness is. Based on an order from the judge, the witness’ name wouldn't be released until a couple of days before the start of the trial, giving my attorneys only 48 hours to find a way to discredit the statement that was given to the police.

After I showered, Diamond came into the bathroom handing me my cell phone and a lit blunt; I took a puff from the blunt and put my ear to the phone.

What up? Who this? I asked.

We need to meet, I'm over here with this cat Smitty and dude talking like he ain't paying you until he know whether or not you going to jail, Money said.

So, why the fuck I need to meet you for that shit? You can't handle it?

I'm saying though, he ain't the only one talking like that. Bray and Toine said the same damn thing. I need to know what you want me to do.

Bruh, you know I gotta meet my lawyer in two fuckin’ hours and Roz's funeral is today. I thought I told everybody I ain't wanna be disturbed. I don't even know why you calling me with this shit. Do what the fuck I pay you to do! I hit the end button, took a deep toke on the blunt, and leaned against the bathroom cabinet.

Everything a’ight? Diamond asked.

I glanced at Diamond over the top of my eyes, took a harsh puff off the blunt, and passed it to her. Shit did it sound like everything was a’ight, I see now these niggas want to play crazy ‘cause they thought I was about to be locked up. Now they wanna act like shit is not the same as usual; wanna pay me half of what they owe or not even pay at all. Regardless of what the fuck happened to me it was still my fuckin’ money and I wanted it. I thought to myself.

I was about to handle the situation that Money was dealing with just to send out a message to let everybody know that I was still running this shit and gone continue to run it from the inside and the outs.

Leaving Diamond standing in the bathroom I went into the bedroom, reached under the bed, and pulled out a box that held about twenty or so prepaid phones. My phones were tapped; they had video surveillance watching me here at the Condo, and back at my house. Soon as I looked out the window cameras flashed, muthafuckas popped up from behind trees, and out of bushes trying to get their best shot of me.

Everywhere I went someone followed, I practically had to take baby steps with everything I did making sure I didn't give them bitches shit on me. Shit, homicide police had my ass by the balls right now and were definitely trying to find any other evidence they could to use on me in court or to hand down to the DEA to bring me up on other charges. What they have is what they have and I be damned if I gave them more.

Hey, yo! I need you to get up with Money and handle the little situation he got. He seems to be having some problems, I said to Keylan the minute he answered the phone.

A’ight, soon as I get through handling this shit here I'll get up with him. Everything good, we got what seven days? You still ain't heard nothing about shorty yet? Keylan asked referring to the witness the prosecution had that was supposed to tell everything that was needed to send my black ass to jail.

Nah, shorty still ain't told me nothing yet, but I hope I hear from her real soon, I responded.

Bet that, bet that. Well a’ight I'll hit Money up and be through there. What time the limo supposed to be there?

I don't know, I'm not going.

You not going to meet your lawyer? Keylan asked to be sure he heard me clearly.

No, I'm not going to the funeral. I ain't up for that shit. I'll stay at home with Diamond, I answered grabbing the blunt from Diamond's mouth.

Fuck you mean, bruh? All the planning you did, the money you put into it; now all of a sudden you ain't up to it. People coming from all over to be at the service; how’s that gonna look if you not there?

Today was the day we mourned over and buried Rozalyn’s body. I wanted so bad to believe that she was still alive and that the body we found was not hers but I had to accept it; I just had to. I know that it was the only way I was going to be able to function and stop having these damn hallucinations. It just hurt me so bad knowing that she laid in the fuckin’ woods not far from where we lived, deteriorating while animals and bugs ate her away.

I took the phone away from my ear and hit the end button, concluding the call with Keylan. My mind was already made up that I was not about to go listen to a bunch of phony muthafuckas cry over somebody they never gave a fuck about. I can mourn on my own time; at least I knew my cries were real.

Tamar! Tamar! How do you feel with your trial coming up in just seven days? a slim, black female reporter asked. She was rocking a pair of Vera Wang glasses that I'm sure wasn't prescription, only to make her ass look smarter than what she really was. Do you think the jury will believe you when you say that you are 'not guilty'?

I was just leaving my lawyer's office going over some finalities for my trial when these damn vultures started attacking me the moment I walked out, No comment! No comment! I yelled walking over to the Navigator. I could hear the clicking of heels following right behind me, and then felt the bitch tugging on my damn arm.

Tamar, please? she begged.

Look bitch… I started to say until she forced a balled up piece of paper in my hand. I said no comment. Now leave me the fuck alone.

Once I climbed into my ride, I cranked it, then unraveled the balled up piece of paper that she handed to me and it read:

YOU MAY WANT.

TRUST ME IT WILL BE WORTH YOUR

TIME AND YOUR

MONEY.

Kari

I glanced over at the reporter who stood outside my window; she winked at me then nodded for her camera crew to follow. What