CHAPTER 1
Love Rules All
"I Will Always Love You ..."
Whitney, one of the greatest voices ever known to the humanrace. She sang loud, pleasant, and beautifully from the four speakersin my bedroom.
I laid on my back, as she laid, peacefully on my ripped, muscular,tatted-up chest.
I love my girl. No lie. No games. Straight up. Real talk, in RealLife Action. I got her back.
I ain't never doing her wrong. Never going to cheat. Never goingto hit her or leave her side.
We were the perfect couple!
Match made in heaven! Bam!
High school superstars! She was the prettiest, most-popularcheerleader, and I was the all-star quarterback.
Now, she was resting in my arms. She was so beautiful. I'm justhappy man, looking at her sleep like a baby.
"I love you," Ebony mumbled, reading my mind, while shecontinued to sleep.
"I love you too," I said, smiling, while running my fingers throughher long, curly, Indian and black, natural, pretty hair.
Dang! Her body was banging! Her butt looked like a juicy fruitmixed with a basketball!!! Sticking, well, poking out. Round andperfect. Even from underneath our red, silk sheets.
Ebony's body was cold as ice! Rich like gold! Fine as wine!Priceless, like a diamond! Delicious like ice-cream! Sweet as a Georgiapeach! She had caramel, smooth-as-silk skin to set off her slim waistand pretty face!
Ebony was top model tall at 5'10". Then, she was funny, loyal,and athletic at the same dang time! Gymnastic moves, video vixenbooty, hypnotizing, hazel eyes, and cheerleader energy like WOW!
Ebony was the love of my life. Of course, I'm a brown-skinned,hard-core, pretty boy with a gangstafied attitude. Lol.
Pow! Pow! Boom! Boom! Boom!
"God!"
Gunshots erupted from every direction. Bullets ripped throughthe windows and walls in my bedroom.
Instantly, I grabbed my queen, and shielded her body. I laid ontop of her, covering her body completely.
Glass shattered everywhere! My heart beat faster than a drunkdriver in a race car!
Boom!
Someone kicked the door open ...
Thump ...
I rolled our bodies off my king-sized water bed and rolled usunderneath the bed.
"Who shooting, baby? What's da-"
"Shhhhush baby. Quiet," I whispered to my trembling, terrifiedqueen. I held her body tight and close to my heart, like a pacemaker.
The room was solid black ...
"You will die! You and your pretty, innocent, cheer-leadinggirlfriend! You may be a NFL star quarterback, but you still have duesto pay. You violated the Blood gang. No need to hide under the bed."
Click ...
The lights came on. I peeked from under the bed. Three killers.They had on red shoes, black clothes, red ski masks, and red,evil-glowing eyes!
Sniffling. Crying. Trembling. Body vibration.
My girl was shaking with fear. The fear of dying an early, youngdeath. Who wants to die? We can't die. God. Not like this!
A week before the Super bowl. Atlanta is picked to win, by ten.I'm the rookie of the year! Plus, the first, black, starting quarterbackever, picked to win the Super Bowl, by Vegas, in history!
Now, my high school sweetheart was about to be murdered withme, in my arms. Because of my mistake ...
Boom!
"Cim! Cim!"
"Huh? Hu ... Huh?" I stuttered, drooled and jerked.
"Wake up, baby! You had a nightmare! You are sweating like aFriday night slut! I know you got the biggest game on Earth comingup, Sunday. The Super bowl is gigantic! Everybody knows that, baby.But stop sweating. Relax. You made it this far, you will win. Believeme, baby. God is with you," Ebony told me.
She was so confident, positive and sure. She was always mymotivation. Ebony believed God gave us the natural ability toaccomplish anything. Period.
"Ouch. What da?" I quickly snatched the silk sheet off me andlooked at my right leg. Dang, Mary Jane, Cain and Zayne!
A red, fire ant bit the living hot sauce pain out of me!
Hold up ... A red ant?
Dreaming of red ski masks ... red shoe ... where they do thatat? Was this a sign? My team wear red and black. That gangstafied,powerful, Atlanta color.
"Forget—it!! I'm ready! Give daddy a kiss," I told my sexy, sweetlove.
Then, I climbed on top of my future wife for life, and wepassionately tongue kissed like erupting volcanoes; sexy hot!
CHAPTER 2
We Ready
"Go! Go! Go! Deep! Go deep!" Deon yelled to my star widereceiver, Sergio.
"Bam!...
