Novels by Netty Writes

Zion POVI get woken up by my phone ringing.That sharp vibration cuts straight through my sleep.I glance at the clock.6:30.Whoever calling me better have a good reason.I grab my phone off my nightstand and see Virgo name on the screen.My jaw tightens.If he calling me… it mean something wrong.“Yo,” I say, voice rough, still waking up.“Ayo Z, I need you in The Bronx,” he says, voice laced with irritation.That irritation don’t sit right.I sit up slowly, already feeling that shift in my chest.“What happened?” I ask.“Canon happened, he popped Alejandro.”Silence.Then I exhale slow through my nose.Fucking Canon.I drag my hand down my face, already annoyed.I thought this would be a lesson for him…but instead it was one for me.He not ready yet.“Aight,” I say, voice calm but clipped, “I’m gonna send Omari and Jalen to handle that, I need to go to the clubhouse, I got a meeting with the connect before church.”“Say less,” he says, hanging up.I stare at my phone for a second

Chapter 6 Zion POV After I text her, I sit back in my chair in the office at the Yonkers crib I share with my brothers. The room smells like weed, liquor, and leather. The low lamp on my desk throws a dull amber glow across the walls while the rest of the house sits quiet around us. Virgo and Nasir sit across from me. Nasir flicks his lighter and sparks a spliff. The flame lights his face for half a second before he inhales slow and deep, smoke curling toward the ceiling. “The Serranos know about Imani,” I say, taking a slow sip of my Henny. Virgo straightens in his chair immediately. His eyes sharpen. “That’s a problem,” he says low. I can already see his brain working. Running angles. Thinking about bodies. “What you about to do?” Virgo asks. Nasir passes me the blunt. Virgo is the middle brother out of the three of us and the one always ready to shoot first. At twenty-four he’s the best shot in the family next to me. I take two slow pulls before pass

Chapter 5 Rico POV Zion Carter finally has a weakness. For years the Serranos have been trying to take control of the Carter territories. King Carter was the man of his time — ruthless, feared, untouchable. But now? Zion is the one who really runs the Carter empire. He makes the moves. He handles the business. He keeps New York in his grip. Which means if you want to hurt the Carters… You hurt Zion. And tonight he made a mistake. I watched the whole thing from the bar. The way he stormed across the dance floor. The way the crowd scattered when he hit that kid. The way the music stopped when he claimed her in front of the entire club. Everyone saw it. More importantly… I saw it. I pull my phone out and call Matteo. He answers on the first ring. “Dime.” His voice is calm. Controlled. Always calm. “I have information,” I say, leaning back against the bar with a slow smile. A small pause. Then— “Habla.” “Zion Carter has a woman.” Silen

Chapter 4 Zion POV I watch her walk onto the dance floor like she forgot I’m even here. The lights flash over the crowd, blue and white strobes cutting through the dark while the bass vibrates through the floor. Within seconds she disappears into the sea of bodies moving to the music. But I still see her. My eyes never leave her. Her hips sway to the beat, slow and effortless, that pink jumpsuit hugging every curve like it was made just for her. The way she moves like nothing happened between us… like she didn’t just walk away from me. That shit pisses me off. A tall dude slides up behind her first. She shifts slightly, creating space between them. He leans down and whispers something in her ear. She laughs politely and moves away from him. Good. Then another dude steps up behind her. Omari notices the way my body goes still. “She just dancing bro,” he mutters beside me. But I’m not listening. Because the second dude just put his hand on her waist. Some

Chapter 3 Imani POV Zion Carter. That man is too damn fine for his own good. The way he has my panties wet from just a look should honestly be illegal. I never realized how hard it would be to be in the same room with him until today. Every time he gets close to me my body reacts before my brain can catch up. The entire time he was in my kitchen earlier I kept picturing sitting on that beautiful face and soaking his beard in my juices. Oh god. He hasn’t even fucked me yet. Hiding this from Jalen is not going to be easy. My brother made it very clear years ago that Zion wasn’t the type of man he wanted around his sisters. And I know he meant it. I’ve heard the stories. People whisper about Zion and his whole family running the biggest drug organization in New York. I’ve never seen it for myself though, and honestly I’m hoping to keep it that way. Alani was right though. He really waited six years for me. When he first met me he was twenty-one and I was sevente

Zion POV I been wanting Imani since the day I met her. She was younger then, looking way too good to be off limits. Jalen made sure to tell all of us that his sisters were not to be fucked with because they weren’t like the girls we were used to. Off limits. But that never stopped the way I looked at her. Or the way she looked at me. The way Imani been looking at me has my dick hard every time I see her. Like she already know exactly what she want me to do to her. Like she want me to bend her over a table and fuck her hard from behind. Just thinking about it has me adjusting myself in my jeans before I even get out the truck. I wasn’t sure what to expect today when Jalen called asking if I wanted to help move the twins into their new house. Inside I was more excited than I care to admit for a man of my caliber. Truth is… I was hype. I jumped at the invitation. I been waiting for the chance to see her again. It’s been three long years since the last time. Three