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The name Blaze was known to bring fear into the hearts of many men and made the women from his era scheme to be near. The youngsters that claimed to run things have now made what the streets once admired into a mockery. Although Blaze was finished with the street life, the fact that someone dare bash his name as if it were a joke, bothered him. The originals from the streets knew the deal but the newbies were sadly mistaking kindness and quietness for weakness.
Kay's overwhelming need for riddles in her life to be solved will cause waves to roll all around. The answers that she seeks will ring trouble to their quiet existence. Hard choices will be forced upon her and lines will inevitably be drawn in the sand. Evil intent will be the driving force to disrupt a home built on lies and attempt to throw a monkey wrench into a happy home for the hell of it.
Neither will be too pleased to have their lives called to question; this will be a bitter fight to end all the confusion. How will all parties involved gain resolve when so many lives have been disrupted with bitter truths?
BLAZING THESE STREETS
“Baby breathe, it’s going to be all right.” Blaze consoled. They had just arrived at the restaurant of Kay’s choosing.
“I don’t know why I am so nervous.”
“Me either, what aren’t you telling me?”
“Originally, I invited her over to our house for dinner. After a talk with Nadia and Tiff, they convinced me that probably wasn’t such a wise idea.”
“…” Blaze was silent for a minute before he took a deep breath.
“I know what you are going to say.”
“And what is that love?”
“Kay, what were you thinking inviting that woman to our house?” Kay tried her hand at impersonating Blaze.
“Actually no, that wasn’t what I was thinking at all.” Blaze chuckled at her attempt at reading him. “I was going to say, I understand your hidden need to show her that you made it without her. It’s naturat to want the world to know that they were wrong about you, me, and the thought of an us. No one believed we would survive the tests that center on a marriage; we are living proof that it can be done. No matter how different we are on paper, when it boils down to it, we are two people in love with one another.”
“Aww isn’t that sweet. Just precious,” they heard Geneva speak sarcastically.
“Oh hey mom,” Kay pulled away from Blaze to greet her mother.
“Hey yourself,” was her snide reply. “By all means, don’t let me interrupt. After all you invited me, no need to acknowledge your guest.”
“Mom, you remember Nate don’t you?”
“I thought his name was something else, it starts with a b doesn’t it?”
“Yes ma’am that is my nick name if you must. It’s nice to see you again Miss Geneva.”
“Street name you mean,” she remarked.
“One in the same actually,” Blaze did not bow down.
“How is work mom?” Kay cut in trying to alleviate some of the tension.
“It was work, I’m sure you have forgotten what that is like.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Don’t play stupid with me; I know you are well off. I figured you couldn’t wait to show off that nice big house of yours. What’s the matter, did your man forbid you from having your mother over to his house?”
“Actually no, that’s not the reason I changed the plans at the last minute. I realized I didn’t want to invite evil-ill intent type of folks inside of our house. Those type of people can’t taint our house where we live with our family just in case remnants will linger in the air.” Kay said shocking the mess out of Blaze and Geneva. It was clear no one expected her to check her mother in that fashion.
“I don’t have to sit here and take a verbal lashing from you little girl, remember I gave birth to you not the other way around. You chose to throw the life I gave to you away for this imitation business man.” Geneva made a nasty noise with her throat before centering her hateful gaze on Blaze. “He ain’t nothing but a common thug; a street hoodlum up to no good just like the rest of them.”
“Now you wait just a minute, mother. I will not let you disrespect my husband, MY HUSBAND. He has never disrespected you or me, so you can take your hateful attitude somewhere else. The only reason I asked to meet with you is to find out who my father really is and how do I find him?”
“Why would you want to know anything about that man?”
“Because I have a right to know who I came from,” Kay said with confusion written all over her face. She couldn’t figure out why her mother was so angry and hateful.
“You are gluten for no good men, I see.”
“Are you avoiding the question because you don’t know?”
“I’ll have you know little girl, I didn’t and still don’t sleep around.”
“Then just answer the question, there is no need for all this foolery. Once you give me the information I seek, I will never bother you again.”
“Be careful what you ask for, you may not find favor in the results.” Geneva said cryptically.
“His name is William Gable. William Gable Sr., the faithful pastor of Mt. Pleasant Grove Baptist Church is your dead-beat father.”
“Good luck and good riddance,” Geneva smirked as if it were a private joke that only she was privy to before turning to leave.
Blaze instantly tensed up at the acknowledgement of the name. Kay was shocked and appalled that the man lived nearby all this time. What if he once upon a time wanted a relationship with Kay but Geneva was blocking? She heard the name before but hadn’t met him personally. There was a lot of prep work that needed to be laid. Kay wasn’t even sad to see her mother walk away, she was too busy planning.
Kanika K. Harris was born and raised in Little Rock, AR. She attended and graduated from the historical Little Rock Central High School in 1999. Kanika is married to her wonderful husband of nearly ten years and mother of three, two boys and one girl.
Writing has always been a passion of hers since middle school. Deciding in 2011 to pursue that dream full-time and turn that dream into a reality, she released her debut release Love Drug. When she isn’t writing she spends the remainder of her time alongside her husband running their catering and janitorial businesses. Love Drug was only the beginning with three additional novels following all through self-publication. This is only the beginning, she looks forward to continuing the dream with future concepts.
Although she considers herself as an urban fiction novelist she has uncovered her talents in writing in several other types of genres. Currently her work would be labeled as romance, urban, fiction, and street-lit genres. According to the readers that she has reached on wattpad.com, the ages range from 18-40 years of age. The romance of the stories are detailed and in some cases graphic to paint an accurate picture for the reader. The characters are forced to show a deeper connection along with their sexual relations. She aims to connect with her readers through the characters, men and women, by touching on multiple angles of a relationship.
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