I've been blessed in that my series She's His Drug, He's Her Thug has been well-received by readers. Thus, it may come as no surprise that I'm currently working on a fourth book in the series. For those who may be interested, here's an excerpt:
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Seemingly relieved, their server Kat began walking towards the door, as did Mika. Kane, however, reached towards the coffee table and picked up the wine bucket, which still held the unopened bottle of Cristal.
“Hold up, nigga,” said the muhfucka on the loveseat. “Whachu thank you doin’?” As he finished speaking, the two niggas on the couch and easy chair came to their feet and walked over, flanking Kane.
Unfazed, Kane simply hoisted the wine bucket, saying, “I paid for this.”
The dude on the loveseat shook his head. “Naw, homey – that stay with us.”
Kane’s head tilted slightly, and he stared at the muhfucka who had spoken like he didn’t believe what he’d just heard, or that he must have heard it wrong. But before he could comment, Kat interjected.
“It’s okay,” she told Kane anxiously. “I’ll get you another bottle.”
Kane glanced at her as she spoke, then at Mika. On her part, Mika could sense the tension in Kane and knew that he was a hair’s breadth away from going apeshit – even with two muhfuckas flanking him and inside his personal space. Fortunately, looking at Mika appeared to calm him, and a moment later he seemed to relax.
“S’all good,” Kane suddenly declared to no one in particular.
“Damn straight it is,” stated the nigga on the loveseat, as Kane bent down to place the wine bucket back on the coffee table. “You just lucky I’m in a good mood.”
Following this comment, the muhfucka who had just spoken started chuckling, and a second later he was joined by his friends and the two stank hoes with them. Kane was still bent over at the time, with his hand on the wine bucket. Nobody but Mika noticed that he had suddenly gone rigid – or understood what it meant.
Faster than seemed possible, Kane grabbed the bottle of Cristal by the neck and whacked it fiercely against the kneecap of the guy on his right. That nigga doubled over, howling and grasping his wounded knee.
Straightening up, Kane then swung the bottle at the guy on his left, who was still laughing. It connected solidly with that fool’s jaw, snapping his head viciously to the side and spinning him around before he fell face-forward onto the floor, unconscious. By that time, Kane had turned back to the muhfucka on his right, who was still bent over. Kane brought the bottle down heavily on the back of that nigga’s head.
At that point, the bottle apparently decided it was tired of the abuse it was receiving and shattered, leaving Kane holding only the broken, jagged bottleneck. The dude that Kane had just hit dropped bonelessly to the floor and lay still.
Suddenly, the nigga on the loveseat jumped up and tried to rush Kane. The muhfucka presumably didn’t realize that Kane held a weapon: the broken bottleneck, which he slashed in an arc in front of him. That made the nigga charging at Kane not only check his advance, but also contort his body in an attempt not to get sliced. The effort threw him a little off balance, and he went stumbling back until the back of his legs struck the loveseat, causing him to flop down onto the seat cushions. But before he could recover Kane was on him, gripping his jaw with one hand while holding the broken bottle to his neck with the other.
“Get off me, muhfucka!” the dude on the loveseat suddenly growled.
“Ha!” Kane sneered, tightening his hold on the man’s jaw. “Nigga, you seriously need to learn how to read the room. Yo ass ain’t in no position to be makin’ demands. You might wanna get familiar with a concept called ‘leverage’.”
“Leverage?” the nigga hissed. “Im’ma show yo ass some leverage.”
“You gone do it in the next two minutes?” Kane asked. “Cause that’s how fast you gone bleed out after I slice yo throat open.”
“You ain’t gone do shit,” the guy uttered defiantly. “Do you know who the fuck I am?”
“Yeah,” Kane shot back. “You that muhfucka they gone be referrin’ to as ‘the body’ and ‘the victim’ on the six o’clock news. ’Course, that’s only ’til they can identify yo remains and then notify next of kin.”
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I'm hoping to finish Book 4 and release it soon, but for those who haven't had a chance to get acquainted with the series yet, you can check it out here.
