Adored by a Brooklyn Drug Lord
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1. Kelsey
2. Quill
3. Kelsey
4. Briana
5. Quill
6. Kelsey
7. Quill
8. Briana
9. Kelsey
10. Morris
11. Quill
12. Kelsey
13. Peace
14. Briana
15. Quill
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Contents
Synopsis
1. Kelsey
2. Quill
3. Kelsey
4. Briana
5. Quill
6. Kelsey
7. Quill
8. Briana
9. Kelsey
10. Morris
11. Quill
12. Kelsey
13. Peace
14. Briana
15. Quill
About the Author
Also By Tya Marie
This is available now!
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Five years after the Sweet Sixteen Massacre killing twenty people and forever warping her view on the game, Kelsey Mackenzie stitches up her emotional traumas with unraveling thread, hiding behind half smiles holding more pain than she could imagine. Refusing to be associated with the Mackenzie name and prestige it holds in New York City, Kelsey retreats to Washington, DC where she creates a new life for herself. She finds love in a man nothing like her first love Quill, meets a best friend who isn't aware of her past pain like her cousin Briana, and navigates DC better than she ever did Brooklyn; however, that doesn’t change the emptiness Kelsey feels. Her new home isn't quite like her old home, and her old home feels like a cemetery for the past life she lived before the day her innocence was stolen. Arriving home for her 21st birthday, Kelsey expects a quiet celebration with her family, and while the festivities start off slow, she finds that her wish for an unforgettable year is granted when a chance encounter has her facing a familiar face from her past.
William “Quill” Evans has always had the heart of a hustler, with his dreams being to be one of the biggest drug dealers to ever touch New York City. After a knee injury ruins his basketball career, Quill wets his feet at the possibility of leaving the legitimate hustles behind and going back to the get money spirit that flows through his veins. The key to him having it all comes with a lock known as Drea Winthrop, the spoiled daughter of revered North Carolina drug lord Amos Winthrop. As the “father” of Drea’s unborn child, Quill is granted access to the world of fast money he left behind, and when Amos makes the decision to expand his empire to Brooklyn, Quill hops on the opportunity to return home where not only his heart is, but his first true love: Kelsey Mackenzie. Past hurt keeps Quill from connecting with Kelsey. That, and the original drug lord of New York City: her father, Urban Mackenzie. Quill knows that he has to come hard if he wants to win the heart of Kelsey, and is willing to risk everything to heal her broken heart. First, he has an empire to build.
The epic follow up of Adored by a New York Drug Lord chronicles a young hustler’s rise to the top and the hurdles he’ll have to face, with the biggest one being fighting the woman he loves for the throne that is her birthright.
Kelsey
I sat at my kitchen table staring at the red velvet cupcake, which might’ve been tastier under better circumstances. It sat on a pristine white plate with a brand new fork and butter knife bedside it, the lights from my crystal chandelier bouncing off the tines. A blue-orange flame danced on top of the wick attached to the Happy Birthday candle, reminding me that in a few more hours today would be my very special day.
“You don’t like it?” Morris, my boyfriend of two years, asked, his smile fading after watching my blank reaction for five minutes. “Normani told me your favorite flavor was red velvet—”
“I was just trying to think of a wish to make,” I said, placing my hand over his, admiring his cream to my coffee. “I know exactly what I want.”
Morris sat up higher in his seat, his amber eyes trained on me as I closed my eyes, thinking of a good wish to make. The request popped into my head with little trouble as it had been on my mind for quite some time. I wish for an unforgettable year, I thought and blew out the pink and white candle atop the cupcake. Morris kissed me on the cheek, lingering for a moment too long. He knew I had intimacy issues, but he was willing to be patient for me, something I didn’t deserve but was grateful for. I split the cupcake in half and fed Morris the other piece, which he devoured with those luscious lips of his. When he was done he licked the frosting off my fingers, sucking my fingers the way I imagined he could suck on a clit. I exorcised the thought from my mind by taking a bite of my own piece of cupcake.
“What time is your flight leaving? I want to make sure I get you there on time,” he said, rising to his feet.
I cocked my head to the side. “Are you sure you can't get off work to fly in with me? I'm going to be all by myself on the jet.”
“As much as I would love to have my first jet ride to be with my beautiful girlfriend, I can't miss a single lecture.” I groaned in protest; Morris was so devoted to his career as a lawyer that no one could pull him away from his classes, not even his adorable girlfriend for one of the most special days of her life. “But you already know I’ll be there tomorrow night for the party, looking good in that expensive suit you bought me.”
“Well you know
I gotta make sure my man matches my fly,” I replied, rising from my seat and standing on my tiptoes to give him a kiss.
Morris, who was tall enough to consider basketball a backup plan if being a lawyer didn’t pan out, bent down and kissed me on the lips. “You always know how to make me feel good. How about we go to the bedroom and continue our private birthday celebration?”
“You mean helping me pack my bags and cuddling after?”
I could see the disappointment in Morris’s eyes—it appeared every time I turned down the invitation to have sex—and chose to ignore it for the sake of another discussion on when we were going to finally do it. “Alright, I'm coming. Just give me a minute. I need to return this call to my professor.”
Morris picked up his phone from the counter and stepped onto the balcony of my apartment. Daddy didn’t like the idea of me living on campus where anything could happen, so he rented me an apartment a few blocks over from Georgetown, my alma mater. I had graduated last year, but stayed in DC to build up those connections while taking a gap year between getting my master’s. So far, I was undecided on what I wanted to do with the rest of my life; however, I knew I wanted it to be anything that took me out of my father’s shadow. Over the last five years, First United Trust Bank had become a powerhouse in the banking industry. The bank that had opened in Atlanta was doing fantastic, inspiring Daddy to open another branch. His plan was to conquer the East Coast first, which was looking like a strong possibility considering he was opening another branch here in DC. All of my friends were excited, claiming that my legacy was going to provide me a free ride experience and internship wise. They may have liked the idea of depending on their parents’ last names to open doors for them, but Kelsey Mackenzie had plans on being more than Uriah Mackenzie's daughter. It was already a point of contention in my relationship with Morris, who was constantly intimidated by how long my money was.
“Hey, Professor Keaton…hello, Sandra,” I heard before he slid the door shut, keeping the night breeze from flowing farther into my warm living room.
I stood by the door, contemplating on whether I should try to catch part of the conversation. Morris had done nothing to earn any suspicions from me, but I swear there was something up with that cougar professor of his. Sandra Keaton was well known in DC, with more than enough connections to get Morris into the best summer internships in town. He was her TA, ran her study group, and was also on her team of interns who assisted with high-profile cases. Morris swore that she was like a second mother to him, yet Sandra never reciprocated that vibe. She was constantly calling him at unearthly hours, demanding him to go over to her house to help her with some “discovery.” I had a feeling tonight wouldn’t be any different, and I was proven right when Morris entered my bedroom with that “I'm sorry, baby” look on his face.
“Just fucking go, Morris,” I snapped, picking up a stray shirt from my bed and throwing at him. “Go running to that bitch like you always do, even on the eve of my birthday.”
“First off, there’s no need to call her out of her name, Kelsey; she's old enough to be your mother—”
“But she ain't and mine would whoop her ass in and outside of the courtroom. Again,” I added to make it sting.
Morris shook his head in disgust. “Not all of us have a famous mother to pull strings for us. I have to be at Sandra’s beck and call if I want to become an associate at a top firm so that for once—” He held his hands up. “I’m not even going there with you tonight.”
“Finish it,” I demanded, storming over to him and propping myself up on the wall with one hand. “So for once you can what?”
“I can be good enough for you!”
That threw me for a loop. “What? Morris, don’t be ridiculous—”
“Ever since I met you I've had to work extra hard for you, Kelsey, because you're too good for me. You weren’t interested in any of the guys we went to school with, you graduated a year early, you come from this powerful family, and you're one of the sweetest women I've ever met. I can't compete with the life you're accustomed to unless I bust my ass to get perfect grades and secure a position in a top paying law firm.”
“So this has nothing to do with me and everything to do with your ego?” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. “If I wanted some handsome, second year law school student I could grab one from anywhere! I'm with you because of you! Money means nothing to me when all I'm looking for is love! Are you here to love me or shower me with shit I don’t need?”
Morris shook his head. “It’s easy for you to say that while living in a million dollar condo getting ready to board a private jet tomorrow morning to whisk you away to your family’s mansion where you’ll party for your twenty-first birthday.”
“Why do I feel like you're trying to punish me for being born into wealth?”
“The same reason why I can't believe you when you say that money means nothing to you when you’ve never lived without it,” he replied, backing out of the doorway. He grabbed his coat, and was out the door before I could clap back.
I stood there, staring at the door, wondering if this was how all of my relationships would go. The picture of me painted by Morris wasn’t the reality I had lived. The reason why I didn’t talk to any of the guys in school was because I was too busy dealing with my emotional traumas, which I avoided by taking on the maximum allotted credits. I spent summers taking classes and working internships so I wouldn’t have to go home and deal with the memories that lived there and managed to squeeze in classes during winter break to have an excuse for leaving home after Christmas. I met Morris at a time in my life where I needed a warm smile and kind heart to keep me from drowning. It was my penultimate semester and he was my Constitutional Law tutor. Somehow, in between learning case law, I also learned how to open up. Stand in the middle of my apartment with tears running down my face, I was starting to think I was right.
I would never find happiness.
“Who the hell is that?” I asked as a buzz interrupted the silence.
My phone was going berserk on the counter with text messages and calls. I knew if I didn’t pick up they would keep calling until they got through. Mustering up a smile I knew they wouldn’t be able to see, I picked up for my father.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY KELSEY!” my father screamed along with Normani, his wife of three years. “Did we wake you up?” he asked as a second thought.
“No, I was in the middle of packing,” I said, picking up my phone and padding to my bedroom.
“Still waiting until the last minute to get shit done, huh?” he asked with a laugh. “We cannot wait to see you tomorrow, baby girl. You still haven’t told us what you want to do for your special day.”
I plopped down on my bed, staring at my freshly manicured toes. “A nice quiet dinner. You, Normani, Koi, Trish, Granny, just the people who love me and I love back.”
“Are you bringing any friends?”
My best friend Samira was driving into town tomorrow evening. Unlike Morris, her obligations to her full-time job as a production assistant for a cable news network were rigorous, making her lucky to get away for the weekend. Other than her and Morris, I had no one here.
“A couple, that’s all,” I replied, my voice faltering at the end.
I regretted it the second Daddy asked, “Baby, is everything good? You want me to put Normani back on the phone? I need to drive down there to come and get you personally?”
“No, Daddy. I'm good, just a little tired is all. I’ll see you early tomorrow? We can have breakfast at that diner you like,” I said with a laugh, praying he would let it drop. “Daddy?”
“That sounds good, baby girl. Well, let me let you get back to packing. I love you.”
“Love you too, Daddy.”
Tossing my phone aside, I laid back in my bed and cried, sobbing and shaking as I held myself. Today was supposed to be one of the greatest days of my life, the day where I officially became a grown woman, and I was crying like a baby. Part of it h
ad to do with my boyfriend walking out on me the one time I needed him more than anything, the other part of it was why. Like the rest of my birthdays since my Sweet Sixteen, today would be sleepless because every time I closed my eyes I heard phantom gunshots and was reminded of the day my life fell apart.
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My jet touched down at nine a.m. As I stepped off of the plane and onto the tarmac of the hangar, I was greeted by birthday balloons from Daddy and Normani. My cheeks heated up as they started singing the black version of “Happy Birthday” all off key with no shame. Who would’ve thought one of the most dangerous men in New York City would be caught dead in public trying to belt out some Stevie Wonder vocals only to sound like a Billy goat. I held my hands out to them for a hug so they would stop singing.
“You know you love my singing,” Daddy said, kissing me on my left cheek. “Happy birthday, baby girl.”
Normani kissed me on the right. “I hope you're well rested because we have prepared an unforgettable day for you, starting with breakfast at Gladys’s. She's been dying to see you since you cut your last trip short.”