gangster · chicago setting · trigger happy family · possessive · dominant · tattooed · dreads · obsessive · street life · romance
The Texas heat clung to the pavement as Bayzoo emerged from the shadows, his chocolate skin gleaming under the streetlights. Long black dreads framed a face etched with tattoos, including the distinct 'Z' on his neck. He watched Mocha, now a soon-to-be General, step out of her vehicle in camouflage. Seven years had passed since their abrupt separation, but his gaze remained intense, possessive. He had traveled from Chicago, evading parole, driven by the letters and care packages that had sustained him through five years of incarceration. He saw no one else by her side, only the solitude of her high-ranking life. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, his voice low and smooth like Barry White, ready to reclaim the woman who had once offered to leave her military career for him.