A Street King's Desire 2: A Dark Romance

By Porscha Sterling

In this dramatic conclusion to ‘A Street King’s Desire’, things get complicated between Meek and Desire when she wakes up locked in a room in an unknown place.

When Desire robbed Meek in the Maldives, she thought that was the last she would see of him, but what she didn’t know is that he is a man more powerful than she could have ever imagined.

Meek is caught between his feelings for Desire and his need to get revenge after being wronged and this forces him to show a side of himself to her that he never wanted her to know. But when she discovers secrets regarding his past, she’s able to see past his facade into the person he really is. Can Meek continue to keep her at a distance when a large piece of himself becomes exposed?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Porscha Sterling, LLC
• Release date: Dec 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9781637183038

Porscha Sterling

PORSCHA STERLING is an influencer, publisher, and national bestselling author who is widely considered the exemplar of self-publishing success in the digital age. Winner of the SHEEN Magazine Literary Excellence Award, she’s best known for her book series Bad Boys Do It Better.   Sterling holds an MBA, which helped her in the development of her publishing company, Royalty Publishing House, a stronghold in the African-American literary community, publishing many top-selling novels in the urban, contemporary romance, interracial romance, and women’s fiction genres. Sterling has also partnered with fellow best-selling author and publisher, Leo Sullivan, on the launch of a mobile app, known as the LiT Reading App, which connects readers with exclusive material from independent authors. To find out more information about Porscha Sterling, visit all of the social media outlets at @Porscha_Sterling and her website, PorschaSterling.com.

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Chapter One

DESIRE

My eyes flickered open, and for a second, everything was a blur.

I couldn’t remember exactly what happened to me, what day it was or even how much time had passed since I was last conscious. But I knew a few things right away: I was lying on a bed that felt too much more luxurious than what I was used to and was in a room I didn’t recognize.

Panic surged through me as I bolted upright, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.

"Where the fuck am I?"

The words slipped from my lips. I felt on the brink of insanity, my fear was the only palpable emotion while I fought through waves of confusion.

I stood slowly and looked all around me, paralyzed by fear. After a while, somehow I was able to move my legs enough to walk to the window, my breath catching in my throat as I took it all in. I was in a glass box, three of the four walls totally glass. And the outside? It was incredible.

The view outside was straight out of a postcard—cliffs, endless water, the kind of scenery you’d pay top dollar to see. But this wasn’t a vacation. This was a nightmare.

I was on an island, stuck in a room that looked like a glass box surrounded by nothing but the deep blue sea. There wasn’t a single thing around to help me figure out where I was. Hell, I didn’t even know which part of the world I was in.

My mind raced, trying to piece together the last few days. That’s when it came to me.

Meek.

He had to be behind this. My stomach churned as the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Did he do this? Was this his twisted way of getting back at me for what I did?

Panic turned to anger in a heartbeat. I grabbed a chair, heaving it at the window with all my might. It should’ve shattered, but it didn’t even crack. It was probably plexiglass. Some unbreakable shit designed to keep me caged.

I screamed, the sound raw and desperate, my fists pounding against the unyielding surface.

Help me! I yelled, but who was I kidding? There was no one. Just the sea and whatever was in it, surrounding me trapped in a fuckin’ prison.

Tears stung my eyes as I slid down the wall, my energy spent and my body trembling. I wrapped my arms around my knees, trying to make sense of it all. How did I end up here? Sure, I stole some jewelry and money, but it barely put a dent in his net worth. I figured he would be pissed off, but never would’ve imagined that he would kidnap me for it.

Rubbing tears from my eyes, I took a look around trying to find something I could use to help me. My gut told me that there was no use. Someone who went through all this to get me was not going to make it easy to leave.

The room had barely anything in it. There was a bed, a small see-through fridge filled with fruit, vegetables and bottles of water, some soda. On the far side of the room, there was a small toilet nailed to the floor and that was it. The room had no door, no visible exit. It was like one of those high-end hotel rooms, except once you were in, there was no checking out.

I crawled over the room, searching, my movements desperate. My mind was still trying to process, to understand. I wasn’t just kidnapped. I was taken by a man that I’d robbed after experiencing the best few days of my life. It was fucked up. I was a fucked up person—something I’d long ago accepted. But even I didn’t deserve this.

Hours passed as I sat on the floor, my face pressed into my knees, or maybe it was minutes. Time was a luxury I didn’t have anymore. My only clue as to how much time had passed was my view of the sun dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. I had to admit that it was beautiful, in a tragic kind of way. If I had to spend my days alone in here until I died, this was the view I wanted to take with me.

Was it worth it?

The thought crept into my mind before I’d even realized it. The consequences of my actions against Meek weren’t something I’d ever considered before. Not before I was sitting in them.

I’d never been discovered after running a scam and, if I did, most men took it for what it was and moved on: they slipped and I gripped. It was the way of the world. Anytime you left yourself exposed, you ran the risk of someone taking advantage of you. I’d taken advantage of plenty in the past and never had to deal with it. Now, here I was—facing my own karma. It was clear that Meek wasn’t like the rest. He wasn’t going to let me get the best of him and escape.

As the day turned to night, I sat in the same place in the corner waiting for something that I wasn’t even sure would come. It was possible that Meek’s plan was to lock me up in here forever. My stomach began to growl and the pain of not eating in over 24 hours began to hit me. Raising my head, my eyes focused in on the fridge.

Scrambling on my hands and knees, I made my way over, opening it to look at the fruits and vegetables all packaged. The seals didn’t look tampered with but I immediately began to feel skeptical about eating anything. It farfetched to think that a person who would kidnap someone wouldn’t have an issue with poisoning them, too.

God please help me, I found myself praying in spite of my hopelessness.

It’s funny how, whenever the shit hit the fan, I always turned to God when I could count on two fingers the times I went to church. He never really heard from me otherwise. Mostly because I’d spent my life reasoning that God, like every other man in my life, didn’t really like me. Not unless I was doing exactly what they wanted. But maybe, just maybe, this time God would come through and show me something different. Maybe I would get proof that, in spite of my flaws, He cared for me.

Night fell and the darkness outside enveloped me in my misery. I prayed aloud until there were blisters on my tongue and my teeth ached from speaking. Morning came once again, followed by more darkness, again and again. But even after I’d prayed so much I couldn’t muster the will to speak anymore, God still had not answered.

Chapter Two

MECCA

I was in Aazhen’s high-rise apartment off the Magnificent Mile, the kind of overpriced crib that niggas bought just to prove they had finally come up on some money. Outside the four walls around me was Chicago, the concrete jungle that I called home. But inside, I was facing a different kind of jungle. The kind created when you mixed family with business.

As I sat in the corner, I watched Aazhen pacing in front of me, his gaze fixed on the view of the city outside. Riyu sat silently across from me, his eyes like a hawk’s, missing nothing. The air was thick with tension, the kind that precedes a storm that you’d tried to avoid but knew was coming.

I’m up in the polls, Meek, but we’ve still got the same problem, Aazhen finally said, his voice sharp. He turned to me, his expression grave. All the illegal arms dealing on the west side is making the voters think that I can’t handle the needs of the city. Too many people are getting caught after committing crimes with unregistered guns. It’s not looking good for me. I gotta crack down on it.

I leaned back in