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  Pretty Kings 3: Denim’s Blues

  By T. Styles

  Copyright © 2014 by The Cartel Publications. All rights reserved.

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  PUBLISHER’S NOTE:

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses,

  Organizations, places, events and incidents are the product of the

  Author’s imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance of

  Actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2014954695

  ISBN 10: 0989790193

  ISBN 13: 978-0989790192

  Cover Design: Davida Baldwin www.oddballdsgn.com

  Editor(s): T. Styles, C. Wash, S. Ward

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  What’s Up Fam,

  I hope everybody’s transition from Summer to Fall 2014 has been a smooth one. This is the time of year I love! The weather is not too cold and not too hot, the holidays are right around the corner and its FOOTBALL season! #CowboysRavensNation. Don’t worry, you read it correctly I am a HUGE Dallas Cowboys and Baltimore Ravens fan. Two teams may not be for everybody, but it works for me ;)

  On to the novel in hand, “Pretty Kings: 3 Denim’s Blues”. Mannnnnnn, this installment is easily my favorite one of the Pretty Kings series. T. Styles has done an excellent job of weaving a beautiful drama filled story together that catches us up, keeps us guessing what’s gonna happen next and she sprinkles in the perfect amount of surprises that I promise you will NOT see coming. Buckle up cause you in for a ride!

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  PROLOGUE

  Bambi Kennedy saw prisms of red, green and white as Bradley Kennedy tightened the grasp he held on her neck. Salty sweat poured off his forehead and dripped into her widened eyes as he squeezed harder.

  He had one intention in mind.

  To kill her.

  The mattress under their bodies squeaked quietly as he proceeded with his mission. With each squeeze, Bambi could feel the breath being extracted from her lungs and her body collapsing. Glancing up into her brother-in-law’s eyes, panic gripped her because although she knew him for years, at the moment, she didn’t recognize him.

  He was supposed to love her.

  He was family.

  Suddenly Bambi felt warm liquid dampen her thigh and when she fixed her gaze in that direction, she saw that it was Bradley. He wanted to kill her so badly that he lost control of his bladder and urinated over her legs.

  Her chest felt weighted as she saw the vein down the middle of his forehead pulsate while his face reddened.

  Bambi thought about her family. She thought about her life and she thought about all of the things she had to do before exiting this world. She wasn’t prepared to leave things undone.

  Not now.

  Not like this.

  In an attempt to save her own life, Bambi scratched at his arms and face, taking skin and blood with each thrash. When he showed no signs of slacking up, she slammed closed fists against his jaw. No matter how hard she fought, nothing seemed to work. At the end of the day, although she was strong, she was reminded that he was a man and she was a woman.

  With one more idea in mind, she raised her right knee and banged it into his penis with all of her might.

  In extreme pain, he released his hold momentarily and Bambi rolled off the bed and her body collided with the floor. On her hands and knees, she coughed a few times and used the wall to stand up as she struggled to pull air back into her lungs. No sooner than she was on her feet, Bradley was behind her again.

  With her slender neck in the pit of his forearm, he flexed his bicep and squeezed in an effort to complete the task he started...the murder of Bambi Kennedy.

  CHAPTER ONE

  DENIM

  SIX MONTHS EARLIER

  The sky was clear and a cool breeze rushed through my moist dreads.

  I was so fucking anxious.

  As I stood in front of the prison, I kept rubbing my sweaty hands on my thighs. Trying to speed things up in my mind, I closed and opened my eyes so
many times hoping he’d appear, that my head throbbed. I couldn’t believe this day finally arrived.

  Where was he?

  The anticipation was killing me.

  After so much time, my husband was coming home to me!

  So much happened in my life over the past year that I didn’t think God fucked with me anymore. First, my baby girl Jasmine was killed in a fire at our house. There was no greater pain than dealing with the loss of a child and I was still not myself.

  A little while after that, Bradley was arrested for allegedly raping my sister. Although I knew Bradley wasn’t capable of sexual abuse against Grainger because he didn’t even like her, he was still in jail for the crime.

  Just when I thought God removed him from my life forever, suddenly Grainger went missing and I received notice that he was being released. The reason was simple. If there were no witnesses, they couldn’t hold him.

  This moment was bittersweet but still I needed to know. Where was my sister?

  She had been missing for almost a year and no one heard or saw anything from her. The last time I saw her she was trying to extort money from me to keep Bradley out of jail. I still remember what she said to cause Bradley to steal her in the face with a closed fist.

  “You always coming at me about that retarded ass baby of yours,” Grainger said to me after we had a disagreement about how she was watching Jasmine. “Can’t nobody fuck up that kid more than it’s fucked up already,” she continued, trying to take jabs at Jasmine for being autistic.

  By the time I went to grab her for disrespecting my baby, I saw a blur roll past the side of my face. It was Bradley’s fist and it landed directly onto my sister’s mouth. Grainger dropped to the floor and I could tell she didn’t have use of her lower jaw because her tongue rolled loosely around the walls of her mouth, like a fish.

  He broke her jaw.

  Even though no one heard from her, it wasn’t unlike Grainger to be missing in action. She claimed to be clean off drugs but I’m sure she lied. I figured she ran off with some addict and they were binging.

  Yep. Things were definitely heavy in my world, which was why I so desperately needed my husband home.

  I turned momentarily and smiled at my family. They were standing in front of a large black Hummer truck, just as excited as I was to see Bradley.

  It was Bambi, Scarlett, Race, Camp, Kevin, and Ramirez and they all waved at me. When I glanced up the block I saw six more Hummers parked on the curb. Security was heightened because the beef with the Russians had reached an all-time high.

  I focused back in front of me and a few moments later the large grey gate that held him for almost a year opened. He was coming! Although I couldn’t see Bradley yet, my heart didn’t know. It beat so heavily that my shirt moved up and down.

  And then there he was. Tall and powerful. He appeared poised as he came striding in my direction. Dressed in designer blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a black Tom Ford jacket, he looked like he never did a day behind bars.

  My body trembled as he swaggered closer to me, the seat of my panties getting wetter by the step. Months of playing with my pussy had gotten old and it was time for him to take care of business.

  Unable to stay away a minute longer, I rushed over to him. A full smile covered my face as I leapt into his arms. He caught me and planted soft kisses all around the tattoos on my neck and along my shoulders.

  And as if he just realized that we were back together he put me down and stared deeply into my eyes. It was long and hard. The kind of look that made me say yes when he asked me to be his wife. Slowly he leaned down until our lips were pressed closely together, no air between them.

  It was the most passionate kiss I experienced in my life.

  Eventually, although I didn’t want to, we separated. He snaked his hand around the back of my neck and in a deep whisper said, “You ain’t been fucking nobody else have you, bitch?” He squeezed tightly, forcing an electric jolt to course down my back.

  I laughed thinking he was joking. It wasn’t until I looked at him again that I realized he wasn’t.

  He leaned in and whispered, so that only I could hear him. “Because I will kill you, Denim. With my bare hands, I swear to God.”

  I stepped away from him, afraid of how he was coming at me and afraid that I didn’t recognize him anymore.

  “Can we get some love too?” Kevin said walking up behind me.

  I was grateful for the interruption because I was confused. In our entire relationship, I never stepped out on Bradley nor did I think about it. He was everything I ever wanted in a man.

  So why the disrespect?

  Confused, I moved to the side and watched him interact with his brothers. First, he hugged Kevin, Camp and Ramirez. Then he pulled in Bambi, Scarlett and Race. I wondered was he giving them the third degree too. Or did his distrust stop with me?

  “So what’s up with the extra security?” Bradley asked as he put his arm around my shoulder. I moved closer to him, still imprisoned by his comment. “It looks like ya’ll out here waiting on President Obama to come out this bitch.”

  “Naw, we was waiting on your punk ass,” Kevin joked. His expression turned serious. “A lot of shit going on with the Russians. Things not how they used to be, brother. Don’t worry.” He slapped him on the back. “We’ll update you on all that shit later.”

  “Yeah, right now we gotta get you home so you can take care of my girl,” Bambi said as her long brown hair danced in the wind. She winked at me. “Ain’t that right, sis?”

  I nodded, still feeling out of it by Bradley’s recent remark.

  “Home?” Bradley said sarcastically. “Man, I’m ‘bout to fuck my wife in the back of one of these trucks.” He gripped his dick. “The only question I got is who’s driving?”

  ****

  Sarge was piloting the truck as I sat on top of Bradley and winded my hips like the second hand on a clock. Sarge’s old ass insisted on playing that old ass Temptations CD he always rocked but it didn’t bother me this time.

  Bradley was the center of my attention.

  Every time he pumped into my body, he looked up into my eyes. I didn’t know what was wrong with him earlier when he accused me of being untrue but now we were back.

  When Bradley gazed at me I felt bad for those chicks that never had a man look upon them with admiration and lust. I knew my husband loved me. It wasn’t in what he said but how he touched me and how me cared for me.

  “You feel so fucking good, Denim,” he said as he bit down on his bottom lip. “The pussy’s as tight as I left it.”

  “You know I don’t play that shit, Bradley. I would never have another man dirtying up my body. I’m yours.” I kissed his lips, hoping he’d really believe me. “I ain’t even been wearing no tight clothes since you been gone,” I said while reveling in his touch. “If you couldn’t see my curves I didn’t want another nigga doing it either.”

  That must’ve been it for him because he snatched me and ran his tongue along the base of my neck. When I felt his teeth bite down on my flesh, I knew he was about to cum.

  “Ahhhhhh,” he moaned as he gripped my hips and pushed into me harder. Suddenly, he shoved me off and said, “Suck this shit. I want to come on that tongue.”

  Feeling we were already doing too much with Sarge in the truck, I honored his request. The palms of my hands rested on his kneecaps and my mouth covered his penis. Within seconds, I could feel his cream splash down my throat as he reached an orgasm. It tasted like garlic and salt.

  I didn’t know how I felt but I tried to put my feelings out of my mind. Ever since Jasmine died, I was emotional and I didn’t want to visit my bullshit on my husband.

  So I smiled it off and said, “You didn’t beat your dick in jail, did you?” I swallowed again to push the nut down the base of my throat. “I can tell.”

  “If I couldn’t cum in you I wasn’t gonna cum period.” I couldn’t stop the grin from rising on my face when I heard his words. He always
knew what to say to me. His head turned and he looked out the back window and said, “Get dressed. The fam on their way over here.”

  I was already pulling up my clothes. I guess Sarge knew we were through because the truck stopped and he parked. When I looked out the back window I saw two more Hummer trucks pull up.

  They both were filled with members of my family.

  “So what we gonna do now?” Kevin asked.

  “Yeah, you done already got the pussy,” Ramirez added.

  “I say we go to a club or something,” Bradley said kissing me again. “I’m home and it’s time to celebrate!”

  I wanted to go out with them but my plan was to go clean up first but I’m sure we would be at each other again even at the club so there was no use. He was going to have his way with me as many times as he wanted and I wasn’t about to complain.

  When my phone vibrated, I pulled it out and saw it was a text message from my mother.

  Denim cum right away. I need help!

  I looked over at Bradley who was already staring at my phone, reading her words. Before he said anything, I immediately knew he would be mad. He and my mother butted heads constantly because in his opinion, she used me. But she was my mother and I couldn’t deny her if she needed me.

  “I’m sorry, Bradley. I’ll meet ya’ll after I see what she wants, okay?” I said with a smile, hoping he’d be easy with the situation.

  Bradley looked at my family and they backed away from the truck to give us some privacy. “I’m home now, Denim. Do you know what that means?”

  “Of course, baby. It means—”

  “That I’m going to need all of your attention and I can’t have your mother getting in the way of that,” he interrupted, squeezing my chin. “I can’t have anyone getting in the way of that. Am I clear?”