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  Franklin ‘Frank’ Wade

  Alexandria ‘Alex’ Ware

  Sebastian James

  Rubee Bailey

  Romero Santiago

  Kade Lewis

  Frank

  Alex

  Taiwan

  Frank

  Alex

  Bash

  Rubee

  Kade

  Taiwan

  Message from Bianca

  About the Author

  Also By Authoress Bianca

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  Synopsis

  From the outside looking in, one would never guess that Franklin Wade has suffered through his share of traumas at the hands of life and circumstance. From a young child up until his teenage years, Frank struggles to find love and was lucky to find it in Alexandria Ware. While the secretive Frank doesn’t make her privy to his past, he loves Alex in his own way and plans to make her part of his future. Frank is convinced that after five years of being together, Alex is the one for him, but little does he know, she has an agenda of her own. While dealing with Frank’s emotionally unavailable nature, Alex’s love for him is purely conditional and has an expiration date set on whenever her boyfriend is finished stacking his money. Despite her fleeting feelings for Frank, she has no problem using him as an ATM, but when her boyfriend comes up with a plan for the perfect payday for them, will she end up on the wrong side of Frank’s love story?

  While Frank is building with Alex, Taiwan is living in Italy with her sugar daddy of over a decade, Romero Santiago. Being the sugar baby of a well-known cartel leader has its perks, and while Taiwan is enjoying the perks of her lifestyle, she finds herself craving more. As she approaches thirty, expensive trips and shopping trips courtesy of AMEX no longer enthrall her the way they did in her younger years. What Taiwan wants is one of the few things the happily married Romero can’t buy: a family. With a desire to stop sharing someone else’s husband and have one of her own, Taiwan tenders her resignation to a less than pleased Romero. But as a man of means with an endless amount of resources, Romero is able to offer her the deal of a lifetime. The question is, will Taiwan accept?

  Former gang member Rubee Bailey changed her life for the better when she becomes a mother to her daughter, Raylee, and couldn’t have a better father in Bash James. Rubee loves Bash with all her heart, but Bash has some hidden motives of his own when it comes to being with a Bailey. A secret from his pre-Rubee life almost catches up to him, causing him to move differently. When Bash breaks one straw too many, Rubee is sent straight into the arms of another man, with no feelings of remorse. This leaves Rubee asking herself if she’s willing to leave Bash or continue fighting for a lopsided love?

  Franklin ‘Frank’ Wade

  Forty hours left… or until she cracks.

  I was sitting on the floor outside of the room I called ‘The Box’ with noise drowning Beats by Dre headphones over my ears, drowning out the very loud heavy metal music that was playing. The music had been playing for the last five hours, nonstop. Staring idly at the wall, I wasn’t thinking about how long it would take her to crack. Her, being my girlfriend, Alexandria Ware. For the last five years, I had been giving her the best of me, doing everything I could to make her happy, but I swear it seemed like it was not enough. I had only messed up one time in our entire relationship, and that was when I let the lust get the best of me last year and had a small little tryst with Taiwan Dalton, the best friend of my nigga Mayhem Bailey’s wife, Olena. It was like she was happy when I told her about that shit with her. She left for a couple of days but ended up coming back after I begged and pleaded along with a few threats.

  Alexandria and I been together for five years, and you would think that after being in The Box several times, she wouldn’t lie to me anymore. The Box was a room that broke people after having them in there so long. Music was played at eardrum bursting levels, and very bright lights were flashed on and off quickly. If you were epileptic, that room could throw you into a seizure. Most people would think that was inhumane, but it was not… at least not where I came from. My background was very… interesting to say the least. If anyone else became privy to this information, they would have to die.

  Thirty-six years ago, I was born Chaz Alphonso Bourne in Memphis, Tennessee, to two of the deadliest government spies known to man, Clarence and Michelle Bourne, well, or so I thought. To this day, I still didn’t know if that was their names. Nothing about my childhood was normal. I was homeschooled for the better part of my life. Not your usual homeschooling either. My homeschooling lessons consisted of learning how to speak different languages, learning Morse code, learning how to shoot guns, and learning how to fight plus much more. I never had any friends, hell, because I didn’t have time. I never watched TV because my mom and dad spent most of their time listening to this old beat up brown radio that I would learn the significance of later. The only leisure time I had was on Sunday when my dad and I would spend time watching football.

  My parents purposely made me anti-social… purposely made me mean. Purposely made me into someone that I wish they hadn’t because on the morning of my fourteenth birthday, my life changed for the worse. I hated going back to that place, but to completely understand me and the way that I did things, I had to.

  I had awakened to the little brown radio going crazy. My parents burst into my room and turned on the lights and jumped when they noticed that I was awake. They pulled my dresser away from the wall, and I watched them kicked the wall in with all their might. I was too frightened to ask what was going on because I was sure that they wouldn’t tell me. When they peeled all the broken pieces away from the wall, I saw that there were duffle bags in the wall.

  “Cha
z, get up and put on some clothes. We have to go, now!” my dad ordered me.

  I guess I was moving too slow for him, and he rushed over and yanked me out of the bed.

  “Put some clothes on, now. We don’t have time for your games. Do you hear the radio?” he questioned me.

  “Yes… yes, sir. I hear the radio,” I answered.

  “Do you know what it’s saying?” my mom questioned me without even looking at me.

  “No, what is it saying?”

  That was the wrong question to ask because my dad grabbed me by my neck and got in my face. He was breathing so hard that he sounded like a bull.

  “Chaz, your mother and I have spent ten years teaching you all this shit, and you still can’t understand. Are you fucking dumb, boy? Think! You know what the radio is saying,” my dad spazzed, making me angry.

  “That’s right! Get angry! Don’t ever let no one call you a boy. That’s disrespectful. You a man. Always stay ready so you’ll never have to get ready. Now, tell your mother and I what the hell the radio is saying. You can do this, Chaz. Think.”

  I closed my eyes and listened to all the beeps and clicks that were coming from the speakers.

  “You’re taking too long, Chaz. Think,” my dad said and tapped me on my temple.

  Closing my eyes tighter, I listened even closer.

  “Assign. Two. Eight. Cape,” I whispered. “What does that mean?” I queried.

  “It means that we have to go, and you have to go away,” my mom started speaking, but I drowned out the rest of what she was saying after she said that I had to go away, and started pulling on my sweats from yesterday.

  “Did you hear your mother?” my dad asked, trying to smack me upside my head, but I grabbed his wrist, quickly, making him smile.

  “See. Always stay ready. See. We taught you something.”

  “Franklin, did you hear me?” my mom inquired, making me look around.

  “Franklin?”

  “From this day forward, you are Franklin Wade, and everything Chaz Alphonse Bourne will be gone once we detonate this house.”

  “Detonate! Bomb! Mom! Dad! What the fuck is going on!” I raised my voice at my parents for the first time ever.

  They both turned and looked at me. My dad handed me a passport. I opened it, and there was my picture, and I was Franklin Wade, a name I had never heard of in my life.

  “No time to explain,” my dad said as they pushed a button and then proceeded to grab me by my wrist and pull me out of the house and into our family van.

  We were out of the house and out of the yard for two minutes when I heard the big explosion. The van was dead silent as the thoughts were swimming around my head. Twenty minutes later, we pulled into the airport. Stopping in front of the United Airlines departure sign, they both turned around and looked at me with no sympathy in their eyes.

  “Son, take care. Remember everything that we taught you. Everything.”

  “What? Where am I going? Where are y’all going?”

  “No time to explain. Take that passport to the counter,” my dad said.

  I got out of the van thinking that they were about to get out and at least hug me goodbye since I didn’t know where they were going, but nope. The minute I shut the door to the van, they sped off. I stared at the back of the van until I couldn’t see it anymore. They didn’t even wish me a happy birthday before they left. They had to have forgotten because of everything that had happened this morning.

  Reluctantly, I walked up to the counter, and they scanned my name. They told me that I was on a one-way flight to Chicago, and the plane was going to be boarding in an hour. After I got my ticket, went through security, and found my gate, I took a seat to figure out what the hell had happened. Just as the flight attendant called for the first people to start boarding, the news started playing on the TV. I looked at my ticket to see that I was in first class. At least they loved me enough to let me be comfortable on my first plane ride ever. I focused back on the news as the white lady had a picture of an old white couple up on the TV screen.

  “Memphis Fire Department was called after a big explosion was heard all over the city. They found the source of the explosion, and it was the vacant house that once belonged to the late Clarence and Michelle Bourne.”

  Late? Huh? Vacant? What? I questioned in my head.

  “Clarence and Michelle Bourne perished eighteen years ago in a fatal car crash. The house was left to the children, but luckily, no one has lived in it for the past fifteen years. So sad to see a family heirloom be gone in the blink of an eye. Again, no one was hurt in the explosion. We will have more about the cause of the explosion later. Back to you in the studio, Ted,” the lady said on the TV.

  If I wasn’t confused before, I was definitely confused now. Michelle and Clarence Bourne were my parents’ names, but the picture they had on the TV screen was not them. It was two old white people. I finally shook away the confusion and scanned my passport and got on the plane. Once I was seated comfortably in my seat, I looked out the window. I continued to look out the window as the flight attendant was giving out the instructions on how to save my life if we should start to crash. The information was important, but at this moment, I wouldn’t care if I lived or died.

  It was a nonstop two-hour flight to Chicago, and I was thankful because my stomach and ears were doing something that it had never done before. Once I was off the flight, I followed the signs to exit the building, and once I was outside, I hugged myself because of the cold ass air in Chicago. It was December, so the snow was laid out. I had never seen snow in person, ever, so I was a little shocked. After I couldn’t take the cold air anymore, I walked back inside and sighed when the warm airport air hit me.

  “Son, do you need a coat?” one man asked me, but I shook my head. “Suit yourself,” he said and continued out the door.

  I was standing in the middle of the airport, and I had a weird feeling come over me. I turned around just in time to dodge a hand that was getting ready to touch me.

  “Ahh, you were trained well, but not well enough. You were supposed to feel me ten steps ago,” he said and held his hand out. “Ricky. Ricky Bourne, your grandfather.”

  I shook my head and knocked his hand away from me.

  “Don’t lie. Don’t lie to me. I saw the Bourne family, and the man was not a six-foot black man. I don’t have time for the fucking games anymore.”

  “I know you have a lot of questions, Franklin, and I promise to answer them as soon as we get home,” he said.

  “Where are my parents?” I asked him.

  “I don’t know,” he said and shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t look at me like that. That is the one question that I won’t be able to answer. I’m retired. They don’t keep me in the loop anymore,” he said and took off toward the exit.

  “This is crazy,” I mumbled under my breath.

  I followed him to a nice Lincoln Town Car. He slid in the driver’s side, and I slid in the back seat on the passenger side. I didn’t trust this nigga to be sitting directly next to him. We were continuously staring at each other through the rearview mirror, even after he had pulled off from the airport. The drive was completely silent for a little bit until he pulled up to a huge estate. I marveled at the sight of the house.

  I couldn’t help but to sigh a sigh of relief once we were inside the warm house. I stood at the door as he walked away. Moments later, he beckoned for me to come into the kitchen. I went in the kitchen, and he had poured me something to drink. I could see the steam coming from the cup.

  “Sit, Frank,” he said.

  “I haven’t even gotten used to the name, and you are shortening it.” I huffed and sat in the seat.

  He was quiet for a moment before staring at me. I was giving him the same glare back, and I noticed that he looked nothing like Clarence. He was probably not even my grandfather for real. The moment I took a sip of the tea, he started speaking.

  “They were spies, Frank. Government spies,” he said,
making me drop the cup on my lap.

  “Damn it,” I growled.

  My sweatpants were thick, so I didn’t feel much of the hot tea. Ricky handed me a towel, and I wiped up the tea. I watched him carefully as he poured me another glass of tea. He handed me the glass and took a seat.

  “Your parents were spies, Franklin. You thought that you were taught all of the things you were taught because we may have an apocalypse one day? No. They taught you that so you’ll be able to protect yourself when they were gone.”

  “So you’re a spy?”

  “Used to be.”

  “You’re not my real grandfather, and Ricky is not your real name, is it? What are my parents’ real names? I wasn’t born a Bourne, was I?” I questioned.

  He didn’t speak, which let me know he was either about to lie or wasn’t about to answer the question at all. My suspicions were confirmed when he stood up and said that he would show me to my room. I followed him through the long ass hallways, and out of nowhere, a man jumped out of a room and tried to grab me, but I ducked and pushed my shoulder into his abdomen, knocking him against the wall. I backed up and got into my fighting stance, but the man didn’t do anything else. He went back into the room.

  “Hmmm, you are quick,” Ricky said and turned and kept walking.

  “I don’t feel like this shit, Ricky. I don’t want men jumping out on me every corner I turn up in here. Damn. I just want to rest,” I said to him.