Young Gifted And Black Big Daddy Kane Novels & Stories

The funniest thing is I now feel so insecure. I move to the basement parking lot where the cars and my men are waiting and I get into the first one and we go immediately. After all this is over, I'm going to be with my wife and baby. I'm doing this for them. I love them so fucking much. "Boss, the warehouse is in a mile." Kane says. "We'll stop in half a mile." I say and he nods. I take out my guns and switch on my earpiece.

He stood up, pacing the bedroom like a caged lion, muscles tense under his skin. “His name is **Victor Kane**,” Damien continued, voice tight. “We grew up in the same neighborhood. He was two years older than me. Always the golden boy — rich family, good looks, natural charisma. His father owned a small construction company. Victor thought he was destined for greatness. When I started building Blackwood Holdings from nothing, he laughed at me. Called me a street rat trying to play in the big leagues.” Damien stopped pacing and looked at me, eyes burning with old resentment.

Kane. The whole rooftop seemed to quiet down a little, even though the music kept playing. He was tall, maybe six-three, with broad shoulders that filled out his dark suit perfectly. Salt-and-pepper hair, a strong jaw, and eyes so dark they looked black under the string lights. Late forties, everyone said. Rich. Powerful. The kind of man who didn’t ask for respect — he just took it. Behind his back, the younger guys called him “Daddy” because of the way he spoke, low and commanding, like he could ruin your life or make your knees weak with one sentence. Jake straightened up fast. “That’s my boss. Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

His right fist took most of the hit, battered skin and dried blood. “It doesn’t hurt so bad.” he brushes my hand away, I pick it up, gently. “Are you going to be honest with me now?” My voice is void of any emotion, fingers cleaning out the cuts. “Yes.” he takes a deep breath, and I know this must be important to him, whatever he has to say, it is important to me too. “The clients–– The Jefferson's, Mark Jefferson, Dina Jefferson, Tia and Hunter, and their dog, Choco.”

Black gestured to the guy with a hair color close to black. "His codename is Zeke." Mr. Black turned towards the tanned boy with butterscotch brown hair, he had childishness written all over his face. "Ah and this fellow here is Jay. Don't be fooled by his face, he's already 22. I once thought that he was still in high school when we did the interview." Avyanna slightly raised an eyebrow. Oh, she actually thought he was underage. "He's best in any kind of guns-"

Xavier said, as soon as they were out of the office. "Yes Daddy, but sporadically she looks down at us, she even mocks us saying we're poor." Nadiyah responded. "And who said Daddy is poor? Is your Daddy poor? When next someone says Daddy is poor, what do you girls have to say?" "DADDY IS A BILLIONAIRE." They chorused, laughing at what they just said. Charlotte couldn't hide her laughter, and burst out laughing. "That's my angel, you don't want to miss your first period. Get going, I will come pick you up from school. Daddy has a big surprise for his angel's."

and the young black asshole smirked as he ranted away, "Damned fine nigger loving bitch gonna get a lot of black cock from now on. You want me back tomorrow bitch?" "Oh god yes, please." "Too bad you're already knocked up bitch, else this load would give you a black bun in your oven. Here it comes bitch, take it all." His cum splashing her insides must have been the touch needed to set her off because she had an orgasm. The kid pulled out of Lexy and I almost laughed out loud. His cock wasn't as big as mine and I wondered what all that "Big black cock" shit was all about. The kid dangled his limp noodle in front of Lexy's face and said, "You want some more black cock bitch? Then get over her

His idea only. After the talk, I confronted him and said it was my choice and I was at fault. I take full responsibility for my action. I was worried that Daddy Wayne would kick me out, but he wasn't the type to do so because his mom had been through it. Grandma Birdie was young when she gave birth to Daddy, she was seventeen, and the man she was with was part of The Reapers, but because of his malicious action of stealing from the club and doing drugs, so they kicked him out where he was arrested for murdering his dealer. So, because she was with a Reaper and had a child, she was taken care of by the head of the club, Dean "Mad Dog" Yates.

The 'Destroyer' is starting to wake up. "Next time," Killian told his daughter, "Wait until you're off-camera. I’ll teach you how to scramble the sensors." "Killian Blackwood!" I groaned. "You are going to raise a super-villain!" "No," Killian said, pulling me close and kissing my forehead. "I'm raising a Blackwood. And the world better get used to it." As we walked to the car, I looked at my two children. The Golden Boy and the Shadow Girl.