Authors: Linette King


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Addicted To Him Part 2


By: Linette King


Addicted To Him Part 2

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Linette King

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This novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, real people, living or dead, organizations, establishments or locales are products of the author’s imagination. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously.


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Sorry for the wait!

Again… To my children: Aaliyah, Alannah and Jaye I love you guys so freaking much. I’m just trying to pave a way for you to be better than me. Always remember to keep God first. Allow him to lead. With God with you, who can be against you?! I never knew how strong I was until my strength was put to the test. Never be afraid to walk away from a hurtful situation because God makes no mistakes.

To my family: I love you all rather we talk every day or don’t talk at all.

To my friends/support system: You guys rock! Don’t change up on me. We’ve been through a lot but we didn’t stop or give up! We can’t stop! We won’t stop!

To my readers: I hope you enjoy! Make sure you’ve read Addicted to him Part 1 first. If you haven’t read A Crazy Ghetto Love story yet, pause this and go download it! Thanks in advance! I love you guys! Oh yeah! Find me on Facebook, Linette King and like my author page @
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Everything in this book is a work of fiction. Anything that sounds familiar is purely a coincidence.




So, I’m sitting here nervously looking back and forth between Dave and Vincent. I stood up quickly and cleared my throat while trying to think of what to say. I was stuck on stupid. Literally! I continued to glance back and forth and hoped somebody would say something, but they continued to stare each other down.

“Vincent. How have you been? When did you get back in town?” I asked Vincent, trying to break the ice.

“This morning. I was coming to surprise you after I left here, so imagine my surprise,” he said, never breaking his stare down with Dave. It’s like they were having a who’s the man contest and whoever looked away first wasn’t one. I could only shake my head because I didn’t know what else to say. Honestly, I didn’t want to be involved with Vincent anymore, but I didn’t know how to tell him.

Vincent is a very crazy and dangerous man with a quick temper. I’ve seen him kill niggas for less and I think he has invested some type of feelings in me. His crazy ass had told me on more than one occasion that he didn’t want me dealing with anyone else. I always agreed because the nigga got good dick! Hell, I’d say anything you want me to say when you fucking me right.

“Who is this?” Dave asked, like his ass ain’t married.

“Vincent. His name is Vincent. Vincent, this is Dave,” I said as I introduced them. These niggas didn’t even acknowledge anything I said because they were still staring each other down. I was like come on now, I have shit to do today! We were supposed to eat breakfast, so he could take me back home.

“Let’s go,” Vincent said as he held out his hand to me. I looked at him but he was still staring at Dave. I then looked at his hand like he had the plagued. These niggas need to learn that I don’t belong to no fucking body. I can date and fuck whoever I want because I’m single! I don’t love these niggas; I fuck these niggas and spend their money. All of my situationships are simple to me. I give you pussy and time, and they pay my half on everything and keep my bank account looking good.

“Naw Vincent. I’m about to eat my breakfast and go home. I’ll hit you up later,” I said, feeling myself. Never in the 23 years that I’ve been on this planet have I had men fighting over me. They really don’t even know me, so I guess they are fighting over this good pussy. I know Vincent is crazy but I was here with Dave and he’s not going to let anything happen to me.

“Let’s go. Now!” he said through clenched teeth. I almost stood up but the glare Dave gave me planted my ass right back in my seat. I swear, I don’t know how the fuck I keep attracting these crazy ass men!

“She’s about to have breakfast. After that, I’m taking her home. She will call you later,” Dave said to Vincent. Dave made a grave mistake. I understand he’s a man and Vincent is disrespecting him in a major way but you have to know how to read people. First of all, Vincent ain’t the type of dude you check while he’s mad. Second of all, if you gone check a man like Vincent while he’s mad then you need to stand up because he will hit you.

“The only reason I’m not going to shoot you right here is because we’re in a public place and I don’t have enough bullets to lay everybody in here down. So, let this be your warning boy, don’t speak unless spoken to,” Vincent said to Dave.

“Man check this-,” Dave started but was cut off by a fist to his jaw. I hopped out of my chair and stepped away from the fight. These niggas were tearing this damn restaurant up! Throwing each other into tables and some more shit. I was pissed beyond measurement.

I walked around the fight and headed towards the door. I quickly flagged down a cab, so I could go home. It was fairly easy because the cab was parked idly waiting on a cab fare. The cabbie was driving extremely slow and I was getting text message after text message! I didn’t read any of them because I knew Vincent was cursing my ass out. I needed to get to my house, get some clothes, and go stay at a hotel a few days, so he could cool off without knowing where I was. I knew he would be mad and probably jump on Tamia’s ass but hell, she ain’t ever lost a fight before so I’m almost sure she could hold her own.

“Can I get you to speed up? I’m kind of pressed for time,” I asked the cabbie. He completely ignored me. He didn’t even look through the rearview mirror at me. It was as if I hadn’t said a thing to him. “Sir?” I called out and waited. A few seconds passed and he still hadn’t said anything to me. His phone began to ring and I waited to see if he would answer, and he did.

“Hello… yes sir… right outside of Waffle House… Alright, be there shortly,” he said and hung up.

“Who was that?” I asked. “Were you talking about me? Where are you taking me?” I asked question after question. He still ignored me. “Fuck this shit! I’m getting out of here,” I said and reached for the door handle. It was then that I realized there weren’t any fucking door handles on the inside of the cab! “Fuck! What the fuck is going on?!” I screamed, pissed the fuck off.

I knew Vincent was crazy but I didn’t know he was this damn crazy! I guess I’m never going to be able to get away from his ass now that he’s kidnapping me. Wait, is it kidnapping when you’re an adult? I guess it will be more so abducting me.

Vincent: Man where the fuck yo ass go?

Armani: like you don’t already know!

Vincent: where are you dummy?! I’m tryna protect you!

That’s when I realized that he wasn’t talking to Vincent. Who in the hell was he talking to? “Who are you taking me to?” I asked him scared out of my mind. He still didn’t answer me. He just continued to drive.

Armani: I flagged a cab down. Dis nigga crazy. No door handles so I can’t get out. I heard him on the phone telling someone he’s bringing me

Vincent: I told yo ass to come with me but you wanna sit there with that fuck boy!

Armani: Vincent plz help me

Vincent: it’s too late

My eyes began to water up once I read his last message. I read it over and over as I hoped the words would change, but they never did. I began wrecking my brain as I tried to figure out who would want to abduct me. I had no fucking enemies because I had no friends. I only had Tamia and she would never hurt me. It had to be one of my sponsor’s wives. Shit, if it is, I can beat her ass as soon as I can get out of this damn cab.

Armani: Dave. I’ve been abducted call 911

Dave: call Vincent bitch lose my number

Dave: Ima go fuck yo roommate!

I sat back stunned by his response to me needing his help. I told this man I’d been abducted and his ass told me he was going to fuck Tamia! What kind of shit is that? When I get out of this, Tamia is going to wish she was never fucking born.

We road in the cab for hours before it started to slow down and pulled into the yard of a nice home. He parked his cab in the garage and I knew I only had one more chance to let someone know what had happened to me. I log on to Facebook and posted a status:


I posted the status and made sure my location was on, so someone could find me. I slid my phone under the seat and heard it chime. I grabbed it and someone commented on my status saying “girl you hell lol” and I had 12 likes! I mean how much clearer can I be that this not a fucking joke! My phone made another noise indicating the battery is about to die. Fuck my life.

“You got her tied up?” I heard a man ask.

“Naw boss. I couldn’t do all of that in public,” the cabbie replied.

“I asked you to secure the bitch and get her here for $5,000 but you’ve only done half the job. I’m going into town, do the rest of your job and you know where to put her,” the first guy said.

At that moment, I was shitting bricks but I did know that I have the advantage because I hadn’t been tied up, and the cabbie isn’t much bigger than me. I slid my phone under the seat after putting it on battery save mode. I became extremely quiet as I listened to what I assume is the first guy that was talking leaving in another car. I looked back and I could see the shadow of the other guy pacing back and forth outside of the garage. Fuck, he’s nervous! I thought I could take him but a scared man is a dangerous man. I’ve never fucked with anyone that was scared of me. The reason is because someone that’s scared will fuck you up to keep you from fucking them up.

I heard the garage door opening and I laid back and closed my eyes. I was going to pretend to be asleep until he came to the door. I could hear him inside of the garage with me but he sounded like he was pacing again. I started hearing noises and it sounded like he was going through some of the guy’s things.

“Alright. The dumb bitch went to sleep, so I don’t have to knock her ass out,” he said and I didn’t know if he had someone with him or if he was talking to himself. I had my body positioned leaning towards the middle, so he would come around to grab my legs. “Let’s do this!” he said hyped and letting me know he was alone.

The cabbie walked around to the side of the car and I waited a few seconds because I didn’t know how close he was. I slowly lifted one eyelid and took a peek at him, and he was so busy staring at my body that he didn’t notice that I was looking dead at him.

I waited for him to get closer to me before I closed my eyes back. As soon as I felt his hand touch my thigh, I started kicking him. He stumbled backwards into a wall of tools and knocked them off the shelves.
 Normally, I’d wait for a bitch to get up so we could fight straight up, but this is a man and the odds are against me.

I ran up on him and kicked him in his stomach, trying hard as hell to break his ribs. He grabbed one of my legs in mid kick and pulled and spun it, which caused me to flip on my stomach. It happened so fast I didn’t have time to use my hands to stop the impact of the fall. My chin hit the concrete garage floor and started bleeding. It felt like I bit my fucking tongue in half but I could still feel it throbbing. I lost a tooth though and that pissed me off! I’m going to kill this cabbie and everybody involved with this abduction! Then I’m going back to fuck Tamia up for fucking with Dave.

“Look what you made me do bitch!” the cabbie said, getting up and breathing heavy. I had a mouth full of blood and spat at him. It hit his shoe and splattered on his pants leg. He reared back to kick me and I tried to stop his foot by catching it with my hands. The blow was so hard that my hand went straight back, which caused me to yell out. There was no doubt in my mind that it was broken. He was relentless with his attack as he stomped me over and over.

“That’s enough.” I heard someone say just before everything went dark.

I woke up a few hours later with both hands tied together above my head. I looked up and noticed that my hand was still crooked and there was a rope tied to the rope that bound my hands together, and it was tied to one of the bars on the headboard. My hand was broken and to keep from screaming out, I didn’t try to break free.

I looked down the length of my naked bruised body and saw that my legs were tied to the bed posts at the foot of the bed. I started wondering what type of sick joke is this? Who would do this to a person that has been through the amount of bullshit I’ve gone through in my life? I began to cry so hard that my body started rocking. My hand started hurting because I was moving it while I was crying. I looked down at my legs and I had bruises going all the way down my legs. It looked like someone took a hammer and hit me all over the front of my legs. It hurt to even move them as I cried. My head started hurting from all the crying I was doing. I was defeated, I hadn’t done anything memorable with my life.

I began to think about my life to see what I would be remembered by. I came up blank. The only people that would remember are the wives of the men I’d slept with. I’m sure they would be happy I’m gone, not knowing that just because it ain’t me doesn’t mean he’s going to be faithful. There are plenty of bitches like me willing to fuck a nigga for money, married or not.

I started thinking about Tamia and wondered if she was fucking Dave right now. I can’t believe she would do this to me! We have been through everything together, so she shouldn’t do that to me. It’s out of her character. I closed my eyes lost in thought.

“You missed me, baby girl?” I heard someone ask, which caused me to look up.

“Steve?” I asked, just before passing out again.


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