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  Side Effects of Loving You

  Part Two

  By: Dominique Thomas

  Side Effects of Loving You 2

  Copyright © 2015 by Dominique Thomas

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  Acknowledgments

  I wanna first thank God for giving me this talent and blessing me with such a supportive husband. My rock he truly is. I wanna thank my family and friends for all that they do. I wanna thank my publisher Shan. It’s been a wonderful year already and we’re just getting started. Thank you for you just being you To my Shan present’s family I wanna say that I am so proud of each and every one of you ladies. To my test reader, I wanna shout thank you. I appreciate you boo. To the ladies that I talk with daily I appreciate you all as well and I look forward to our weekly talks in the group and book discussions. To my readers I really wanna say thank you from the bottom of my heart. You all believe in me and my work and that is why I’m where I am now. I really do love each and every one of you, I swear I do. Find me on Facebook Author Dominique Thomas. Find my Facebook group at Author Dominique Thomas Reading Spot.

  To the Matin lovers, this has been a long journey. I love these men and I love my girls. I’ma really miss writing about them but you will get to see them in other books and get a glimpse into their life. In my group I always do extra scenes for the ladies that need a Matin fix and you may never know, the younger Matin’s just may have their own story to tell;)

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  Synopsis

  Drew is missing and Aamil is in turmoil. He’s struggling to find her while also fighting charges that are trying to put him back in jail.

  Olivia is struggling to trust Kadar when all she wants to do is love him. She's given him her heart and a daughter, but still she feels it might never be enough. She finds comfort in Angel, Kadar’s new business partner, but dealing with him only leads to a whole new set of problems.

  Drew and Kadar find themselves disconnected and confused as to where they should be. Love has never been in question when it came to the people they loved, but it seems like it’s getting harder and harder to make it work. Highs and lows Drew, Aamil, Kadar and Olivia have experienced it all. Take one final ride with the crew and see if they can make it through the greatest storm yet? From paternity tests to separation this book will take you through many emotions. See who can weather the storm and who can’t in part two of Side Effects of Loving You.

  Prelude

  Olivia

  My baby kicked me all up in my damn back as I waited for Raynard to show up at the park behind where my mother used to live. I knew that right here was the last place I should have been, but I felt like this would be my only chance at getting at Raynard. He caught me slipping the last time, but I was going to get his ass this time. I had my girls scouting out this spot for a whole week. Two of them were ducked off in the abandoned houses that surrounded the broken down park. I slowly moved back and forth on the swing trying to remain calm. I was having the worst Braxton hick’s contractions and I was also thinking about my baby.

  He was with Mason in Mexico, but I knew he wanted to be here with me. Mason wasn’t looking too well the last few days so I had Kadar go with him. I knew that if his father would have died and he wasn’t there, it would have killed him. I just prayed that my Bella waited for her dad before she decided to come out. I didn’t wanna have this baby by myself.

  “I see you still beautiful even though you carrying that bitch ass nigga’s baby,” Raynard said walking into the park. His brother Royce stood near the fence holding a small handgun. I looked at Raynard smiling. This had been a long fucking time coming. Raynard used to be my every-thing. I was in love with him from first sight. He was too fucking sexy for him to be so damn crazy though. I stopped swinging as he walked up on me smiling. He was dressed in a black thermal with black shades and black jeans. He was walking with a slight limp, but I knew he was still dangerous. He licked his thick lips as he looked down at me. I kept my hands in my pocket on my gun.

  “I see you still sexy even though you still crazy as fuck,” I said back at him. Raynard laughed.

  “Damn I miss that mouth especially when it was wrapped around my dick.” I laughed while smiling at him.

  “I know I missed sucking that little thing too. Has it grown any?” Raynard's mood instantly changed and he walked up on me. He grabbed my face and kissed me hard on the lips. I kissed him back staring into his eyes. He broke off from the kiss and sighed.

  “Damn them lips still sweet. I wonder what that pussy do.”

  “Nothing for you. What the fuck do you want, Raynard?” I asked looking at him. I was tired of playing this game with his ass. My finger was itching to get him. Raynard grabbed me by my hair and forced me to look up at him.

  “Bitch keep talking slick and I’ma kick that fucking baby up out of your ass too. I called you here to give you an ultimatum. We’re about to take out them Matin niggas. If you come with me, I’ll spare you, but if you walk out of this park saying fuck me, then it’s pretty much safe to say you’ll be dying with them.” I took a good look at Raynard trying really hard to see why he was this crazy. Did he really think I wanted to be back with him after what he put me through? I’d rather get cut the fuck up with blades and swim through a lake full of bleach than be with him.

  “Raynard, you killed our son! Why the fuck would I wanna be back with you nigga? I fucking hate you!” I yelled standing up. Raynard pulled me into a hug and caressed my back.

  “You was my first love, Olivia. There is no way I can allow for you to have this nigga’s baby. I just needed for your bitter ass to meet up with me by yourself. See I got people outside of all of their people’s houses. As we speak, their shit getting ran up in. I wanted to personally get your ass myself,” he said and stabbed me in the back with something sharp. My hands moved fast as I pulled my gun out. I put it to his head and pulled the trigger.

  "Pop! Pop!"

  ****

  Drew

  I slowly rolled over as my bedroom door opened. I was in bad need of my medicine. My stomach was so fucking sore. I was holding my pillow against it trying to ease the pain. Erin walked in with KJ following behind her.

  “Hey boo, I got that medicine. How are you feeling?” she asked while me smiling. I groaned as I looked at her.

  “Fucked up. I miss my babies and my husband. My body feels like shit and I really just wanna take a nap. Where is Aamil?” I asked pressing the pillow harder into my stomach. Erin handed me three pills and a glass of cold water. KJ bounced his ball until it went into the closet. He chased after it while laughing.

  “He went to go get your daughter. He looked so damn tired, Drew. I’ma have to stay here so I can take care of both of y’all asses,” she replied with a smile. I took the pills hoping they would kick in immediately.

  “How is Shad doing, Erin? I need to see him.” Erin sat at the end of the bed and minutes later, we heard a loud banging sound followed by gunshots.

  “Aye check the bedrooms!” we heard a deep voice yell. Erin jumped up at the sound of the voice. I looked at her as she looked around the room for KJ. He ran out of the closet smiling. She looked from him to me with worry in her eyes.

  “Erin please go hide in the closet. We have a trap door that fits two. The code is my birthday. They’ll take me and they won’t look for you. Please...please,” I begged as she held onto KJ’s body co
vering his mouth with her hands. Erin looked at me with so much fear in her eyes that my only thought was to get her and my nephew to safety. The people here were obviously looking for me or Aamil since this was our house.

  “Drew...” she said shaking. I shook my head dismissing whatever the hell she was about to say. The door kicked open and she quickly ran into the closet. I looked on as a masked gunman stepped into the room. He smiled when he saw me.

  “Is your nigga here beautiful?” he asked. I shook my head as I stared at him.

  “I have $500,000 in a safe downstairs. Please let me go, I just had a baby,” I said trying to bargain with him. I really didn’t wanna leave with them. The masked man stopped in front of the bed and looked down at me. He put his hands on his hips as two other masked men walked into my bedroom. They started searching through my drawers and closet. I held my breath as I watched them go into my last closet that Erin ran into. A few minutes later, they walked out empty handed and I was so happy I started crying.

  “Thank God,” I whispered relived she made it in the door. The masked man closest to me leaned towards me with a black towel in his hands.

  “Thank him sweetheart because you’re going to need him,” he said and covered my face with the towel. Immediately, everything went black.

  Sometimes the strongest people are the ones who love beyond all faults, cry behind closed doors, and fight battles that nobody knows about….

  Chapter One

  Drew

  "I awoke to a hot, musty room. I couldn’t see anything and I was in an incredible amount of pain. I was also tied to a chair. I pulled on my restraints and groaned when I couldn’t get free. I was weak and my body was in the worst pain I had ever felt.

  After struggling for a few minutes, I could hear someone step into the room. Things were moved around and a fan started to blow on me. I welcomed the air even though it was hot, but I still needed medicine. My blindfold was taken off and I looked up into the steel, cold eyes of a man that I had never met before. I whimpered as my stomach ached in pain.

  "Who the fuck are you?" I asked him. He was tall with a slim build and handsome face. He had that crazy look to his eyes that reminded me of Raynard.

  "Bitch don’t worry about it. Do you have to pee?" he asked me. I nodded and dropped my head down.

  "My stomach is hurting I just had a baby." He groaned and walked away. He exited the room and came back in with Mina's kids and Royce. I was very confused as to what the fuck was even going on. He dropped an air mattress onto the floor and pointed at it.

  "Sit y’all little asses down on that mattress," he said to them. Their hands were tied up and they all looked as terrified as I felt. I looked up at Royce trying to see if any of the guy that I knew still existed inside of him.

  "You kidnapping kids now, Royce? What the fuck is this and who is this nigga?" Royce walked over to me and grabbed my face. He leaned down so that we were eye level.

  "My fucking brothers are dead. Do you really think I give a fuck about these fucking kids? I always knew you was going to be a problem. I swear if you had just been with me, you wouldn’t be in this position. I have nothing to lose, Drew. My mom and sis are far away from here so I have no worries. My only concern is getting the niggas that took my brothers out." He let my face go and walked away. I looked at Mina's kids while the other guy stood by my side quietly. He was so fucking creepy.

  "It's going to be okay, I promise," I said trying to calm them down. Aamil Jr. looked at me and he nodded, but he continued to cry. Mina’s oldest daughter looked at the guy standing near me and frowned.

  "Daddy, where's mommy?" she asked him. I looked up at the man and I watched a slow smile spread across his face. He looked down at me and licked his thin lips.

  "She's dead son. Now, lay down unless you want daddy to whoop you," he said and walked away. He walked over to me and he shook his head.

  “You look okay, why couldn’t he just be happy with you? Why did he have to have my bitch too?” he asked. I stared at him not sure what to say. He didn’t seem as angry with me as Royce did. He was looking at me like he felt sorry for me or something.

  “Look. Aamil can pay you whatever you want if you can just help me.” At the mention of Aamil’s name, his whole demeanor changed. His eyes narrowed and his jaw grew tense.

  “I don’t need shit from that nigga!” He checked the kids to make sure they were still tied up securely and he left out of the room. If he didn’t want anything from Aamil then why was he helping Royce kidnap me and what type of father would do this to his own children? This nigga obviously had some issues and I needed to find a way to save myself and these babies before this shit all came to a head.

  ****

  "All my life I tried. Tried to get a legit job. Tried to marry her. Tried to be the man she wanted me to be, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted me to be Aamil Matin. Ol’ cocky ass, black ass nigga. All the hoes in the hood loved those niggas shit I guess they still do. Mina wasn’t no better though. She goes and fucks that bitch ass nigga behind my fucking back and is still doing the shit. She even had that fucking kid on me and names him after him. I hate that bitch. I went to her house the minute I got out and ignorant ass Joyce answered the door talking shit. She always been an Aamil fan because that nigga was helping her old ass out. She always had been a gold digging bitch. My pops said she used to trick back in the day and shit. She the one that told Mina to strip when I got locked up the first time.” Stretch shook his head.

  “I tried to talk to her. I told her I was getting a job at a high school through work release and that old hoe spit at my foot like I wasn’t shit. I mean that’s some nasty ass shit to do to someone,” he said with a disgusted look on his face. I nodded because hell the bitch had spit on me as well. Stretch continued to talk to me like he had been doing since he came in to feed us.

  “I asked her where Mina was at and she said that Mina was crying about Aamil and had went to the store to get some medicine. When I asked her what was up between them she kept saying that it didn’t matter and that I wasn’t going to mess up Mina’s chances of getting him back. I just lost it and killed that bitch. I rode through the neighborhood looking for Mina and found her ass at the gas station crying in the car. This bitch was talking about killing herself because Aamil didn’t wanna be with her. I had been locked up for years thinking about her and she was crying over another nigga like I wasn’t shit. Something snapped in me again and I tried my best to rip that bitches head off of her shoulders. I fucked her up bad and was about to kill her until the fucking cops pulled up on us. I made a run for it and got away."

  “What Mina didn’t know was that I met some of the Dolo niggas in jail. As the saying goes an enemy of my enemy is my friend. They started talking about the Matin’s and how much they hated them. I told them about Aamil and how much I hated him. We got close and I told them I would help anyway that I could in taking them down. I wasn’t going to do shit at first, but to see how wrapped up she still was in that nigga made me lose it.”

  “I found the kids at they Godmother’s house and I took them. I hope Mina’s bitch ass is dead, but if she isn’t, then she soon will be. I told they god-momma to relay the message to Aamil that if he love those kids like they love him then I’ma need a $100,000 for each one of them. When he comes to collect, then he’ll get his shit topped off,” Stretch said and a sly grin slid across his face.

  I glanced over at the kids and was so relieved to see they were sleeping. God knows they were traumatized enough by all of this shit. I laid on my back staring up at the celling. My legs were tied up and I was so drugged I wouldn’t be able to run even if I wanted to. Stretch had been giving me Vicodin all day. I was coherent though and I knew that one way or another I was going to have to get me and these kids up out of here. Royce hated me; I could see it in his eyes, but Stretch, this crazy, dumb ass nigga could be our way out. He seemed to need a friend I mean why else would he be telling me his life fucking story? So I decided to play
along right with him. Hell I would be his Dr. Phil if that meant he could let me and the kids go free.

  "Aamil isn't shit either. He took my kid away from me and moved Mina into my house," I mumbled. Stretch looked at me.

  "Yeah and I bet that bitch had my damn kids all up in that nigga’s face," he said getting more upset. I slowly nodded.

  "Yeah...I could never do anything like that. I don’t know why it’s the good people that always seem to get hurt." I looked him in the eyes and I could see him trying to read me. His eyes went down to my lips and he touched my hip. The door opened making both of us jump.

  "Nigga why the fuck is you in this bitch laying down? You supposed to be looking for that bitch of yours and helping me find them Matins. Not cuddling with Drew. Get your ass up!" Royce yelled. Stretch slowly got up and looked down at me again before walking away. Royce stepped into the room and walked over to my air mattress. I couldn’t believe he was even the same person I used to chill and hangout with all of the time. He was so angry now when this was really all of his brother’s fault any fucking way. From what I understood, Royce and his brothers started with us.

  "Even tied up you still trying to fuck with a nigga’s head. You can try to get him to flip if you want and I'll kill you two motherfuckas together. You think I give a fuck about that nigga?" he asked and walked off. The door slammed shut and I closed my eyes. I envisioned Aamil and my kids and I smiled. I missed them so much and I just wanted to go home. I wanted to be out of this nightmare that I was living in. Stretch was crazy, but right now he seemed like the only option at getting me and the kids out of here. It seemed like he was working with Royce out of desperation at this point. They obviously wasn’t best friends or no shit like that. Stretch was fresh out of jail with no real friends. I would use all of that against his crazy ass.