Fiending for His Love

by Angel Williams

  Fiending for His Love

  A Novel by

  Angel Williams

  Copyright © 2015 Angel Williams

  Published by Sullivan Productions LLC

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  ~Acknowledgements~

  First and foremost, I would like to thank my heavenly father above!! Through God all things are possible! I lived and I learned that God works miracles; he moves mountains. Without my faith in him, none of this would be possible!

  Secondly I would like to thank my daughter, Kaydence ‘Miss Miracle’ Marie Gwynn. I truly write because I love it. It’s my passion and my escape. But I also do it for my daughter. Everything I do is for her. Every time she sees me writing she quickly rushes over to the computer and starts banging at the keys. I usually let her leave her little signature in my books, but this time she’s asleep. So maybe next time. Thank you my sweet angel for allowing mommy to write her books while you tear up the house. I love you sooo much, baby girl. There are no words on this earth or that one could make up to describe how much I love you.

  Next I would like to thank all of my family that has been supporting me. My family means the world to me and have been here rooting for me since day one. I’m thankful for all my loving family. Mommy, I couldn’t have done any of this without you and Daddy. You two raised me to be all I can be and to be the best at what I love to do. My sister Joy thanks for all of the support and love and for promoting me wherever you go.

  Pee-Wee… big brother, your words and encouragement mean the world to me. You always want the best for me and push me to do the best. I thank you for that. Also you are always supporting me!

  Eric, my fiancé, thank you for never giving up on me. There’s not a day that goes by that you don’t push me to write. You are always keeping me on my toes. I’m so thankful to have such a loving and caring person like you in my life.

  My sister Erica thanks for giving my books and me a chance. Since you have been reading my work you have become addicted to my books! I got the books that will get you hooked! Are you hooked yet?

  Thank you Leo Sullivan for always and forever believing in me. Your words of encouragement and the way you believe in me mean more than any words that could ever be spoken! Films and Books!! Thanks Bro!!

  Shout out to all my friends and family that have been supporting me and believing in me. I’m grateful to have you all. Larissa, Nicole Martin, Karen Williams Rshonda and Rhonda to name a few...

  To my readers, I thank you all. To all of the supportive book clubs, thanks for having my back! Every time you support me you are helping me live my dreams.

  Dreams can be turned into reality with determination, devotion, and dedication. All things are possible, you just have to believe and push to achieve. Never give up and never let anyone stop you from living your dreams.

  To anyone I forgot to name, I haven’t forgotten you in heart! Please sign your name here:

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  Enjoy Fiending for His Love as the DRAMA begins!

  Fiending for His Love

  ~Intro~

  “Look girl! I know a hoe when I see one. I remember how much of a slut you was when we were a kid. Ain’t no changing you. Once a hoe, always a hoe! It’s in your blood, HOE!” Charisma said through gritted teeth.

  “Why are you disrespecting me like this? I made a honest mistake!” Michelle cried over the phone. It finally hit her that Charisma was the only friend she had. In fact, Charisma was the only person on earth that treated her like she was somewhat of a human. Everyone else treated her like pure scum.

  “Hoe, I don’t want to hear that! I have no pity for you. You lucky that I don’t come over there and stomp another hole in your hoe ass, HOE!” Charisma kept tossing the word hoe around, trying to embed in Michelle’s thick skull that she was nothing more than a hoe and would never be anything more than a hoe.

  “Please Charisma! Don't treat me like this. How did you forgive him but don't forgive me?” Michelle whined.

  “Look... girllll bye! Go toot your ass up in the air or suck a dick or something!”

  Charisma hung up on Michelle, tired of hearing her pathetic voice. Her apologies fell on death ears. She knew if she gave Michelle another chance, nine times out of ten Michelle was going to screw her over again.

  She loved the girl but some things and some people you just had to let go. For her, Michelle was one of those people. She should have thought twice about crossing Charisma. Charisma was going to make sure she paid for what she’d done to her if it was the last thing she did.

  Charisma sat on the edge of the bed, wearing a pair of Victoria’s Secret Pink sweat pants with the matching top. Reaching over to her dresser that sat next to the bed, she grabbed her favorite pink nail polish and began painting her nails. Midway through the tears began to run down her face. She couldn’t believe the fact that her best friend had betrayed her the way she did; Stabbed her right in the damn back like a piece of meat. It was too much dick in the world for all of that nonsense.

  Charisma grabbed her iPod that was connected to the speakers, which rested in both corners of the master suite. Seconds later she was walking around the bedroom singing her heart out as tears flooded her face. “You push me far, you bought me to this. You had my heart, but then you blew it. I’m so over you. Boy, go get lost. Believe me. You’re gonna need me. Trust and believe me…. She will never be meeeee.” Charisma sang as she danced around the room, meaning every word of the song. “You look so foolish with my best friend and she ain’t no better than you. She’s a three and I’m a ten…” Fucking backstabbers, Charisma thought.

  All of a sudden she heard loud obnoxious thumps and bangs. Her eyes quickly darted to the bedroom door. Panicking, she ran over and locked it. She rushed to the window and noticed that Trent’s car was still parked outside which meant that he was putting his work together.

  Charisma turned the music down just a bit, unlocked the bedroom door, and then began to creep down the long hallway. Getting to the end of the hall, she gazed down into the living room where she noticed Trent and four men dressed in all black.

  “Who’s in here with you?” one of the men questioned Trent.

  Trent was shaking and was damn near in tears. “No one’s here, man. And I don’t have any money here. My girl left hours ago with the money we had to deposit it into our bank accounts.”

  “Nigga, I didn’t ask you all of that now did I?” one of the other men asked.

  Trent shook his head no.

  “Now that you want to bring that up... Call that bitch and tell her to get back here with that money. Let her know your life de
pends on it,” the second dude demanded.

  Trent nodded his head yes, obeying the men who now had his life in their hands. With a shaky voice Trent began to read off Charisma’s cell number.

  Charisma thanked God for the fact that their walls were thick and the intruders couldn’t hear the loud music that she was blasting from the master suite. She also thanked Trent for not ratting on her and covering up for her saying that she had left with the money. Any other nigga would have told that their girl was upstairs along with the money they had come for.

  Quickly, she crept back to the master suite and through on a pair of sneakers, messing up her perfectly painted toenails. She grabbed two duffel bags from out of the closet and seconds later she had the safe door pried open as she filled the bags with money. The only other things she could grab were pictures of her and Trent. Although she hated him, now in this moment she loved him like the first time they had met.

  She grabbed her handbag and her cellphone. She glanced around the room and knew her only exit was the attic and then from they’re the back windows. Rushing out of the room with the two oversized duffel bags filled with money, Charisma thought her back was about to give out.

  She hesitated and thought about the two choppers that they had hiding under the bed. For her kryptonite, the love of her life, Charisma sat the bags down and decided to ride out for her man like the rider she was. She crawled under the bed and pulled out both choppers. “No one comes up in my house and try to rob us!” Charisma said though gritted teeth.

  It was do or die time and she sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one dying. She double-checked both choppers to make sure they were fully loaded and ready. Sporting a mean demeanor on her face, she strutted through the long hallway and then glanced down from the top of the steps at her view. The love of her life was now being tied up and blindfolded.

  Her eyes quickly scanned the room. Instantly she noticed that all four men were armed. She closed her eyes and said a quick prayer, praying that God would protect her and no harm would be done to her as she was about to go to war; a one woman against four men war at that.

  She sighed deeply and gripped both choppers. Rushing down the steps she opened fire. The impact of the choppers almost caused her to lose her balance. The force hit her in the chest so hard that it damn near knocked the wind out of her. That still didn't stop her. She managed to stay up on her two feet and keep control of both guns.

  Ritttt titttt taattttt riiiittt tiiiittttt tattt! The choppers screamed as they were out for blood and pure flesh. Within the blink of an eye a blood bath was created in the beautiful home that Trent and Charisma shared.

  Charisma gazed around the smoke filled room at the damage that she had just done. Her eyes zoomed in on Trent as he lay in the chair, which was now lying on its back on the floor. Trent’s legs swung helplessly from the chair as his chest heaved up and down. Loud breaths escaped his mouth. Charisma ran to his side and noticed that he had been hit a few times.

  She cursed herself for not thinking before shooting as she struggled to untie him.

  Trent grabbed his chest and then his throat. He was delirious and he didn't know which part of his body was afflicted. “H-h-el-lp,” he managed to gasp as he held a death grip on his own throat. Blood slowly leaked from the corners of his mouth.

  Charisma’s eyes filled with tears. “Trent. Oh my God Trent!” she cried. Dropping down to her knees, she grabbed his throat. Her pretty brown hands were soaked in her lover’s blood within seconds. Her heart ached as she watched her man fight for his life. She couldn't live without him. He was all that she knew; the only love she’d ever wanted to know. A second without him and she would be fiending for his love. “Ohhhhh God!” Charisma bellowed loud enough to cause glass to shatter.

  ~Chapter 1~

  It was one of the hottest nights in Orlando Florida. The hotter it got, the better it was for Blaze. It only meant two things: One, he could ride around with the top down in his newest and hottest vehicles and two, he could dress his girls in next to nothing and they could strut the stroll showcasing their goods making him more of a profit than usual. Men loved naked women and he didn’t mind catering to them one bit. He cruised the streets of Orlando; driving about twenty miles per hour, just joy riding; yet being careful not to mess up his 24 inch iced out chrome rims. His Cadillac Deville rested easy on the customized hand dipped rims which were painted candy apple red to match his candy apple coated red Cadillac. He wasn't in any gang, which people always assumed due to his love for the color red. The music from his Pioneer speakers was on blast, causing hanging pictures on the walls of homes in the neighborhood that he drove through to tremble.

  Everyone was sitting on their porch, drinking, laughing, and having a good time. Blaze drove by and got much love from his fans, friends, the wanna be’s and his enemies. He had it like that. Even the enemies had to admit that he was doing the damn thing. He gave all his fans a quick head nod as he cruised the streets. Stopping at a stop sign, he took the opportunity to look at his handsome face in the rear view mirror. He massaged his fingertips over his growing mustache and began to smooth it out to perfection. He licked his semi dry lips and brushed his naturally arched eyebrows to the side with the tip of his index finger. His long thick and curly eye lashes were curled at their finest. He had the eyelashes that females would die for since they had to buy extensions to achieve the same look. It was crazy how females had to pay for their beauty yet in men it was just natural.

  Blaze pulled up on a block where one of his hoe houses was located. He glanced at the front door that was left wide open. A toddler with nappy hair, a diaper filled to capacity, and ashy legs wobbled down the steps. As soon as she hit the bottom step she made a run for it.

  Blaze got out of his car just in time. His Prada loafers hit the ground. “Where you going lil mama?” He swooped the baby up in his arms and shook his head at her appearance.

  His girls made too much money to be having their children walking around looking like a hot ghetto mess. He didn’t have time for the bullshit nor the foolishness and fuckery. He didn't have any kids but he sure as heck loved children. When it came to kids he wore his heart on his sleeves. He hated to see any child left behind or left without.

  He walked into the house, turning his face up at the filth. The place was a total mess. Trash was everywhere, toys scattered the floors, and old pizza boxes rested on the tables along with beer bottles and other trash. Blazed walked into the kitchen and disgust covered his face. Dishes were everywhere. The red trashcan that rested in the corner was overflowing with trash to the point where trash was literally poured onto the sides of the trashcan.

  He hadn’t been to the house in a few days. Matter- of-fact, it had been exactly one week since he’d last been there to collect his profit. He turned his nose up as he looked at the pitiful site again and then stormed off upstairs. Somebody was in trouble.

  He reached the top of the steps and could hear passionate moans coming from behind the doors of the master bedroom. He quickly snatched the door open and stormed inside. There was Candy, a caramel exotic honey who stood about 5’8 with nice firm legs, small hips, and thick thighs. She was so sexy and skillful in bed that she could make a married man say fuck his wife and fuck his family. She was only 19 and had experienced it all. She’d had a two-way trip from earth to hell and back to earth. Life for Candy was never easy, not that anyone was to say that it would ever be easy. Judging by the circumstances, Candy was just another rotten apple who would never be satisfied with life nor would ever know how to accept life for what it was.

  “Yes Daddy! That’s my spot!” Candy cried out. She was mounted on top of a guy, riding him fast and slow, up and down, like a pony. So into the good dick that she was receiving, Candy never knew that Blaze was in the room. Usually she had weird vibes when it came to Blaze and could just feel his presence every time he was within a few feet away from her. She ran her fingers through her soft curly hair and licked her lips as she cont
inued to ride.

  Blaze stood on his toes, trying to get a better look at the young man that had his eyes closed. Who was enjoying the insides of his girl? Blaze cleared his throat, capturing the attention of the two momentary lovers who before then hadn’t heard a thing over the loud sex sounds that escape their mouths. He glanced down at the shoes next to the bed and the gold chains that rested on the dresser.

  Blaze shook his head in disappointment. “Is this on the house?” he asked, scaring the shit out of the sex slave and Candy.

  Candy quickly rose to her feet and trembled with fear. “I’m sorry, Blaze,” she cried out as she covered up her nudeness.

  “On the house? What you talking about man?” the sex slave questioned.

  “How much did he pay?” Blaze directed his question towards Candy.

  Candy cried, shaking her head to indicate nothing. He hadn’t paid her not a damn dime. The dick was so damn good. If anything she should have been paying the young boy for slanging good wood her way.

  Blaze rushed over to Candy, coking her up by her frail neck.

  The dude picked up a liquor bottle and knocked Blaze over the head. BAM! The bottle shattered and glass scattered everywhere.

  Candy was the best lollipop licker that the young boy had experienced in quite some time. He didn’t mind putting up a fight for Candy.

  Blaze grabbed the back of his head and felt the blood leaking from it. Blaze was a pretty boy but wasn’t a sucker ass dude by far. He picked up a piece of the broken glass, “Uh! Uh!” he turned around jabbing the young boy in the face and stomach. Killing him was the only option he had. If he let the street thug live, he knew he would have to pay for it in the end.

  “You going to kill him, Daddy!” Candy cried out. She ran towards him trying to stop Blaze from stabbing the guy to death.