Rozalyn 2: Vengeance of the Heart (Rozalyn Series) Read online

  ROZALYN 2

  VENGEANCE OF HEART

  SHAN

  ROZALYN 2 VENGEANCE OF THE HEART

  Copyright © 2012 by SHAN

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission of the author.

  DEDICATION

  This is dedicated to my three little loves Stevien, Zhaniah, and Zamaria. Mommy Loves you.

  Acknowledgments

  I would like to first say thank you Jesus. You have blessed with the ability to write and I thank You so much. Without you this dream of mine would not have been possible.

  To my children Stevien, Zhaniah, and Zamaria. Thank you for being patient with me and understanding that mommy is doing what she loves. I love ya’ll!

  My mama Lucy, I love you so much! Thank you for continuing to pray for me daily, giving me encouraging words and believing in me. It means a lot!

  To my dad Robert and Linda. I love you all so much and really appreciate everything you guys do for me and continue to do for me. Thanks for believing in me!

  To my sister Sho, thank you so much for reading over my unfinished manuscripts and giving me your feedback even when you knew I wasn’t going to like it. Thanks for taking the time to proof my work and all of your advice. Love you so much!

  My cousin Marcus! Wus up Peeps! Love ya!

  To my brother Ju Ju, love you! It’s Gucci! My niece Amanda, I love you and love the person you are becoming!

  My lil sis Ja’Lisa; love you girl! Thanks for all the feedback you have giving me, all your kind words, and always being 100. It’s appreciated for real!

  Auntie Tricia thank you so much for going over my finished manuscript and proofing it. Thank you for spreading the word about Rozalyn; telling all your friends and everything. Love you!

  My best friends Sharonda and Sha! Love ya’ll so much and really appreciate you ladies reading over the rough drafts, spreading the word and just keeping everything 100 with me.

  To Shaneisha Dodson, thank you so much for believing in me and taking a chance on my work. I will never forget you and Mahogney Ink Pub.

  To Ellis Cottingham, thank you for spreading the word about me and letting everyone know what the business is.

  Sonia Moore and all of your book club friends, thank you ladies so much. I had so much fun at the party and look forward to doing it again. Please have the jello shots and Chocolate Martinis ready!

  My cus Pac-Man, hey we got big things to do and I’m ready and I know that you are. I’m coming for you next so the world can see what you working with. Love you big cus!

  To my Bookie! Thank you so much for taking the time out to read my work and give your honest opinion, your feedback and continue to push me to write even when I wasn’t feeling it. I really respect and value your word and it means more than you may ever know!

  To GABRIELLE DOTSON, you are the best. Girl I really appreciate your feedback, spreading the word and taking a chance on me. Love!

  Carla Towns, Kenyetta Patrick, Detra Young, Tonikia QuasimWife Santana, Brandie Davis, Winter Cromer, Jeanette McMillian-James. You all are greatly appreciated. Thanks for spreading the word and supporting a new author.

  To ALL4ONE, everyone involved is greatly appreciated. Every day I learn something new and feel a lot more comfortable self-publishing. A special Thank you Kisha Green and Treasure Blue!

  To all of the Facebook Book Clubs: Black E-book Club, Black Faithful Sister and Brothers Book Club, Diamond Eyes Bookclub, Let’s talk Relationships & Books, My Urban Books Club, We Read Urban Fiction, EMBELLISH, Fun(4)daMental, Readers R Us. Thank each and every member of every group for your continued support. Thanks for the chances that you take on us new authors and for spreading the word and love. It is greatly appreciated.

  A special thank you to Keniesha Trimble. I really am grateful for you editing my manuscript. You did a wonderful job. See ya for the next one. Thank so much!

  To anyone that I may have missed charge it to my mind not to my heart. Love YA!

  Table of Contents

  PROLOGUE: ROZALYN.. 1

  1 TAMAR.. 9

  2 TAMAR.. 19

  3 KEYLAN.. 29

  4 LATOYA.. 37

  5 TAMAR.. 47

  6 ROZALYN.. 57

  7 KEYLAN.. 63

  8 TAMAR.. 71

  9 ROZALYN.. 77

  10 KEYLAN.. 81

  11 ROZALYN.. 93

  12 TAMAR.. 97

  13 TAMAR.. 109

  14 ROZALYN.. 115

  15 TAMAR.. 121

  16 KEYLAN.. 127

  17 ROZALYN.. 137

  18 ROZALYN.. 151

  19 KEYLAN.. 159

  20 ROZALYN.. 167

  21 TAMAR.. 179

  22 ROZALYN.. 187

  23 BRANDON.. 207

  24 ROZALYN.. 213

  25 ROZALYN.. 221

  26 DANESHA.. 229

  27 KEYLAN.. 235

  28 BRANDON.. 247

  29 ROZALYN.. 255

  30 TAMAR.. 263

  31 KEYLAN.. 269

  32 ROZALYN.. 277

  33 BRANDON.. 283

  34 TAMAR.. 289

  35 BRANDON.. 297

  36 ROZALYN.. 301

  37 KEYLAN.. 313

  38 DANESHA.. 317

  39 ROZALYN.. 323

  40 BRANDON.. 333

  41 TAMAR.. 341

  42 LATOYA.. 347

  43 TAMAR.. 357

  44 ROZALYN.. 363

  45 TAMAR.. 371

  46 BRANDON.. 377

  47 TAMAR.. 379

  48 TAMAR.. 385

  49 ROZALYN.. 391

  PROLOGUE: ROZALYN

  The night air whipped through the crack in the windows sending chills throughout my body. A cloud of smoke filled the tiny space I was confined to guiding my sense of good judgment to that of foolishness. I didn't move nor did I object once I felt the hand invade the space beneath my Isabella Oliver dress. The strength and comfort behind the touch relaxed me and emotionally activated responses that weren't accurate.

  My mind was twisted with visions of my past, hurt from within took over the love I had for another and allowed lust and indebtedness fulfill my being. Immorally wrong, but precise with passion, the hand pulled my panties to the side. His finger ran over my love button, triggering a sensation that should only be stimulated by the man that I love. I wanted to stop it but made no effort to do so. His touch was so warm; making my pussy feel worthy. Needless to say I adjusted my seat, leaned further back, and opened my legs even further. The gushiness of my juices made splashing noises when he moved his finger in and out of my opening.

  “Mmmh!” I moaned.

  “Can I taste it?” he asked.

  Looking into his green eyes I could see that he loved me; no mistake about it. His eyes showed that of adoration, respect, and tenderness. I didn't feel the same but at the moment it didn't matter. I wanted him as badly as he wanted me. Nodding my head up and down, I closed my eyes when his fingers moved faster. I was close to climaxing and the stress I was feeling moments ago was carefully leaving my body.

  “Stay right here. I'll be back,” he said jumping out of the vehicle and making his way to the front desk of the hotel. I rubbed my hands over my pregnant belly, smiling at the fact that I would have a second chance to be a mother. Nothing could replace the pain that was once felt for the loss of my son Jr.; but at least soon the pain would be altered with that of joy.

  The passenger side door swung open and he held his hand out for me to take. The decision I was about to make would be one that could never be taken back but I didn't care. My mind was so wounded and damaged that
nothing made sense anymore. The only thing that felt sensible at the moment was to seek vengeance on those that aimed to clutter my heart with confusion. Love is what I had for Tamar but hate is what I felt in my heart; not for him but for those that existed around us. Those that were leading me to participate in an act that was so unjust and so unforgiving.

  “Damn, look at you. So fuckin’ sexy,” he removed my dress, licked his lips hungrily, and eyed my motherhood with passion. My bra came off followed behind my panties; I stood nakedly feeling as if my existence was no longer important. After tonight things would never be the same; I felt in my heart that a change was to come and it wouldn't be for the better.

  “I love you so fuckin’ much girl,” he said in between licks. He sucked on my love button, sipping my juices like a dehydrated maniac. The first time was a mistake but this time I couldn't call it. Whether I was purposely here or driven here; it was going down and nothing was gonna stop it not even the affection I had for my baby's father.

  “Ohhh!” I moaned when feeling his erection fill the void between my legs. He slipped his tongue in my mouth allowing me to taste what he so hungrily ate moments ago.

  “So wet, damn you so wet,” he moaned. His bright, yellow skin glowed in the darkness along with his green eyes. The hardness of his body rubbed against my pregnancy; my baby balled up in a knot. Keyshia Cole's “Love” stung the both of us along with the vibration that hit the table.

  “Wait, wait! What am I doing? Brandon wait. I can't do this!” Keyshia Cole suddenly reminded me that my heart belonged to only one person. Only one person could ever have it and no matter how much agony I felt, Tamar was my reality. He was everything to me.

  “Come on, don't do this. You feel so good to me right now. I love you so much Roz,” Brandon continued to stroke, growing harder and harder.

  “Brandon please. I wasn't thinking clearly,” I said placing my hand on his chest. Keyshia Cole began to sing again. "Oh Love. Never knew what I was missing, But I knew once we start kissin I found, I found you, Love."

  “Roz, I love you. Why you can't see that?” Brandon questioned peering through my eyes. “You mean the world to me and I would do anything to have you as my own. This baby I would care for as if it were mine. I would treat you like the queen that you are; I will never hurt you. I need you baby. You all I think about. Please don't stop me, I need this.”

  “Brandon, I can't. I can't love you the same. My heart belongs to Tamar. This is wrong.”

  “It's not wrong baby, it's right. It feels so right,” Brandon continued his strokes ignoring my sudden remorse.

  “Brandon, please get up. Please?” I begged.

  Brandon covered my mouth with his lips, picking up the pace of his strokes. My eyes crammed with tears, regret took over my body, and apprehension supplemented the ache in my heart. He wasn't going to take no for answer and how could I blame him. I led him here, giving him hope that something could be, knowing that it would never be.

  “Fuck! Your pussy so wet! Damn, this shit feels so good!” Brandon yelled. He shortened each stroke but pumped harder; he brought his mouth to my neck, and sucked striving to mark his territory. “Rozalyn, Tamar is gonna have to fight me to stay away from you. If I can't have you then he can't either.”

  Brandon rolled off of me, huffing and panting as the remainder of his seeds dripped onto his leg. My eyes caught his but both of us refused to speak on the comment that was just made. I reached for my panties and bra, quickly dressing to completion not caring that I was sex funky or about the cum that trickled down the inside of my thighs.

  “Can you just take me home, Brandon?” I asked.

  “Now all of a sudden you wanna trip and act like you ain’t want this shit like I did ’cause that nigga called you. You can act like you feel guilty about it all day, but you and I both know that you wanted it Roz,” said Brandon.

  “Whatever, just take me home please!”

  “I’m not taking you nowhere. Tell your baby daddy to come and get you. Tell the nigga that sleeps with a different woman every other night when he ain’t with you to come and get you. Yea, gone and call him so he can beat your ass like he always do,” Brandon huffed. “I swear bitches like you make me sick! You gotta nigga right here that’s trying to make you feel good, treat you good; treat you like you supposed to be treated and you rather gloat over a nigga who don’t give a fuck about you! Fuckin’ ridiculous.”

  “Fuck you if you don’t understand Brandon, Tamar is everything to me! No matter what we’ve gone through or how bad he’s hurt me I will always love him! You can’t replace him!” I professed.

  “Like I just told you if I can’t have you then he can’t either. Let’s see if he still wants your ass after he finds out you took a detour from the hospital to fuck his best friend!” Brandon leaped from the bed, dick swinging while he stormed towards his cell phone. I jumped in front of him, placing my hands on his bare chest; pleading with him to not do something so dumb.

  “Brandon, no!” I protested.

  “Get out my way! I’m sick of playing games with you!”

  “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Please don’t call him. I’m sorry.”

  “You sorry for what? Rozalyn, be honest with yourself and be honest with me. I know you have feelings for me but you don’t wanna admit it ’cause you too scared of what Tae might do. Tell the truth, you love me too right?”

  “Yes, Brandon. I do,” I blatantly lied. He didn’t want to hear the truth. The truth was that I loved him for his kindness; his willingness to always help and be there for me when I needed him. I love him more as a friend than a lover. My love for Tamar was real, it was without doubt; one that could never be destroyed. A lapse in judgment led me to this situation yet again; allowing someone that should’ve been forbidden to caress me in a way that was sinfully unwarranted.

  Brandon brought me into a warm embrace, bringing his lips to mine. He picked me up from the floor, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lowered me onto the bed. Ripping my panties and tossing them to the floor he plunged himself back inside of my wetness. No longer able to stare in his eyes I shut mine; shut off all emotion. I was gonna have to submit myself to him; lead him to believe this is what I wanted.

  In the beginning I was all for it; ready to do unto others as they had done unto me. Reality quickly set in pushing me to feel shame and guilt; Tamar could never find out about this. Submissively I obliged; giving Brandon my all. I couldn’t let him hurt Tamar; he has been hurt enough by those that he loves and I wanted no part of his pain.

  ***

  “Why you so quiet?” Brandon inquired. We were heading to the home that I shared with Tamar; he had called my phone at least twenty times but I couldn't bring myself to answer it. Guilt consumed me.

  “Just thinking is all,” I answered.

  “Rozalyn, I can't help the way I feel about you. You started this shit.”

  “How did I start it Brandon? I don't ever remember being the one pouring my damn feelings out all the time! You made me feel like I had no choice but pay you with sex as much as you were telling me how much you love me, how much you've done for me, and how much you will do for me!”

  “You didn't have to give me the pussy back then Rozalyn! That was your choice to do so! I never told you how I felt so I can get in between your legs. What I was telling you was real; I wasn't looking for a payback but since you felt the need, you gotta deal with what comes with it!”

  “So, what are you saying Brandon?” I glared at him suspiciously.

  “I'm saying you better make time for me or else the shit you got going with Tamar will come to an end. You know once he finds out about us it's a done deal with you,” Brandon incredulously stated.

  “You want me to continue sleeping with you? I can't…Brandon, damn,” I cried.

  “The choice is all yours….”

  “Watch out!” I yelled.

  EERRCCHHHHHHHH!

  "Hold on! Hold on!" Brandon gripped the steering whee
l, dodging the white van that halted to a stop in front of us. The Range Rover spinned in a circle, taking a position on just two wheels. Fortunately gravity held its place setting the Rover back on all fours.

  "You okay?" Brandon asked. I held on tightly to my womb, unable to feel any movements from my unborn. "Stay right here and let me see what the fuck is wrong with these cats man."

  "Wait, I don't think you should get out. Something don't seem right," I expressed.

  Brandon reached and opened a hidden compartment that revealed a handgun. "Be right back," he opened the door stepping out before I could stop him. The gun rested against his side as he approached. This whole scene felt strange; the white van just sat there, making no movements. The lights weren't even on; the windows tint was so dark that it was impossible to see who was lurking on the inside. I emerged from the vehicle sensing that this shit wasn't right; I came up to Brandon's side grabbing his hand.

  “Brandon, let's go! Something ain't right.”

  EERRCCHHHHHHHH!

  “Shit!” I yelled upon seeing another van pull alongside the Rover. Brandon pushed me behind him; protecting me as he always did. Suddenly the doors of the vans flew open and three men jumped out from each of them. “Damn, he found me; I knew he would find me.”

  “What the fuck is you talking about, Roz? What the hell is going on?” Brandon asked with a little distress in his voice.

  “I knew he would find me, I knew he would,” I whimpered.

  “Fuck this shit,” Brandon shoved me to the ground then brought his pistol up.

  “Nooooooo!” I screamed.

  POW! POW! POW! POW!

  It only took seconds for it all to happen. Brandon's body was ripped with bullets; bullets that he never saw coming. He lay against the concrete as blood streamed from his body. His eyelids bolted shut over his green eyes and his hands rested against his side.

  “You don't look too scared. I guess you knew I was coming for you,” P.J. said before jerking me from the ground.