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  Don’t Mess with the Carter Boys:

  The Carter Boys 3

  Desirée

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  PART 1

  Tia

  Stay Strong or Not - Taylor

  Jah & Jo - Jade

  Welp - Noelle

  Tia

  Noelle

  Tyree

  The Breakup - Trent

  Let The Drama Begin - Tia

  A Night with the Gays - Taylor

  Jordyn

  PART 2: The Finale

  Noelle

  Tia

  Jordyn

  Trent

  Noelle

  Jordyn

  Noelle

  Taylor

  Jade

  Jordyn

  Tia

  Taylor

  Michael

  Elijah

  Noelle

  Jordyn

  Tia

  Trent

  The Ending

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  Don’t Mess with the Carter Boys: The Carter Boys 3 Copyright © 2018 Desirée

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  Tia

  “Well, I’m glad you’re out now,” Porscha said as we opened the door to my apartment.

  I had just got released from fucking jail Monday afternoon after waiting a whole weekend to get processed and to see the judge. Regardless of whether we had bail money or not, they weren’t letting us out until Monday, just because they could. I was angry. I was pissed. I wanted to shower, fix my hair, and eat. Never had I been through anything like that, and I hoped to God I wouldn’t go through it again.

  Glancing at my phone as I set my stuff down, I waited for the call from Jahiem. Shit, I couldn’t believe that on top of my parents knowing I was pregnant by this nigga, I got arrested with him too.

  “Girl,” Porscha said with a small laugh as she sat down on the couch in the living room, going through her phone. “Y’all two might as well be Bonnie and Clyde,” she joked as I went to my room with a roll of my eyes. “Getting arrested together and shit. It’s cute!”

  “Shut up, Porscha!” I laughed as I quickly grabbed my things and went to the bathroom, hopping in the shower and letting that hot water hit my dirt-filled skin. Ugh! This was what I needed! My hair was drenched in shampoo as I washed away the stress of the weekend.

  Looking down at the suds hitting my feet, I felt my growing belly and smiled. Jahiem turned me into a ride or die chick without me even realizing it. I was right there by his side, fighting with this nigga. I couldn’t even believe it. I did it all for someone I couldn’t stand in the beginning, a man I could barely hold a conversation with without arguing over something petty. Yet, there was something about his mean, goofy ass that I was falling for. Even his wild-ass family was something I saw myself being a part of. Shit, I don’t know.

  I had already missed my classes for the day, so I just decided to say fuck it. Stepping out of the shower, I let out a sigh of relief. Feeling clean, hair pulled into a ponytail, I wrapped a white towel around my body after rubbing shea butter on me.

  “Porscha!” I called out and heard no response. She must have left. Grabbing my phone, I saw Jahiem had called me twice. Damn! I quickly dialed his number, keeping the towel tight around me as I sat on the arm of the sofa. Jade was probably out on the yard or with Trent, soaking up that Greek attention. Bitch.

  “Aye,” Jahiem answered as I smiled. “You at home?”

  “I am—”

  “Open the door. I’m in the hallway now,” he rushed, hanging up.

  Damn, nigga. I opened the door and stood in the hallway, waiting in anticipation to see him. With the towel still wrapped around me, I watched him cut the corner and start a light jog toward me. Even though we were arrested together, we had been immediately separated once we were processed. In the car ride over there, I hated that I cried, because I wanted to be strong for him, but he kept me calm the entire way, telling me what to say, what not to say, and that he wouldn’t let nothing happen to me. I’d been through more shit with this nigga in months than mothafuckas I’d been with for a year.

  “What are you running for?” I called out with a laugh as he came sprinting down, wearing sweats, a long-sleeve white thermal, a skull cap with the cute fuzz ball at the top and ATLANTA going around the rim of the cap. He was so damn cute with his facial hair, gripping the middle of his pants, walking like he was about business.

  “When did you get out?” he asked, immediately hugging me tight as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I been up there trying to see when they released you. When did they let you go?” he asked again, holding me close as if this was the last time he would see me.

  “Not too long ago,” I said in his chest, feeling him bend down before lifting me off the ground. He closed the door with his foot and took me to my room. “Nigga, what are you doing?” I laughed.

  “I gotta be at the airport in an hour,” he breathed, closing the door to my room. “I can’t believe yo’ mean ass held a nigga down at the movie theater.”

  “Nigga, you ain’t the only thug.” I laughed, letting him lay me back on the bed before climbing on top of me, peeling my towel away. His eyes immediately went to my stomach with a huge grin, placing the most delicate kiss on it. Looking at me, he came up and kissed me hard on the lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We really couldn’t get enough of each other. You know those moments when you about to fuck someone who got that good shit? You excited just thinking you about to get an automatic nut.

  “Nobody hurt you? You good? None of them fucking pigs touched you inappropriately, right?” he questioned, eyes searching my body for marks.

  “I’m good, Jahiem.” I smiled, taking his hat off. “I’m good, baby. Nobody is going to touch me. They not stupid. I would have fucked them up on sight, nigga,” I stated as he smiled at me while kicking his sweats off. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “Because,” he said, smoothing my wet hair back as he looked me in the eyes. “I think I just fell in love with yo’ crazy, thugging ass.”

  My eyes grew wide, trying to hold back this weak-ass smile as I felt my heart grow, my cheeks flush, and my body tingle in hope. Shit, I couldn’t believe I was about to say this, but it was the only other way to describe it.

  “I love you too, Jahiem,” I admitted right before he kissed me again.

  Stay Strong or Not

  Taylor

  “Girl, I don’t know what I’m going to do,” I said to Amira, walking in my house on a late Tuesday evening. I was fresh from my 9 to 5. I was on the phone with one of my sorors from back in California, talking about the crazi
ness of this past weekend. Definitely needed to take my mind off of the chaos, from fucking Olivia’s boyfriend up to Trent and I having sex. I hadn’t spoken to him since Sunday, since everything went down. Olivia hadn’t been home, because she’d been staying with Shiloh and probably would be there for the next week or so, until things blew over. It must have been nice knowing couldn’t nobody really fuck with you without fucking with yo’ brothers.

  “You know what you gotta do,” Amira continued as I rolled my eyes, closing the door and popping the lights on in the dark living room. “You fucked Trent, and it’s probably going to happen again.”

  “It was just a one-time—”

  “Nuh-uh, ho. You’ve been in love with this guy since God knows when. When we met, that’s who you used to always talk about when we talked about boys. Now you moved back to Atlanta, and what do you do? Sleep with him.” She laughed as I dropped my head in shame, slipping my heels off. “Sex was good, right?”

  “It was amazing.” I smiled to myself, enjoying that small feeling down below, like he was still inside of me.

  “You kissed his ass, too?”

  “I did.”

  “Mm-hmm, so you know what you have to do now. You gotta act like you don’t want him. Act like he’s replaceable, because in reality, he is. You haven’t spoken to him since, right?”

  “Nuh-uh,” I said, thinking about how I’d been tempted the night before to call him. I had to keep telling myself he had a girlfriend.

  “Good,” Amira stated, getting into her manipulating mindset. “So, I give it three days before that nigga starts clinging to you, calling you, wanting to know what you’re doing, trying to stick it in again; but you don’t let him do it!” she warned as I nodded, taking mental notes. “Don’t hang out with him. Don’t give him the time of day until he gets rid of the New York bitch,” she stated.

  I spotted headlights flashing through my window. As she continued to talk, I looked through the window and saw Trent’s car pulling up. What the fuck?

  “Are you listening, Taylor?”

  “Girl, he just pulled up to my house,” I said with a laugh, opening the door.

  “He what? Girl, let the clinginess begin. That nigga is going to be on you like white on rice.”

  “I don’t think so,” I said, watching him get out of the car. He always knew how to dress to impress. “Damn . . .”

  “Nuh-uh! Don’t do that! Not on this damn phone. If I can’t see how fine he is, don’t rub that shit in my face over this phone,” Amira snapped, and I laughed.

  “Girl, bye. I’ll call you later and tell you what happened,” I said as we hung up, still laughing.

  He was on the phone himself as he closed the door, adjusting his tie while talking business. Looking him over, I smiled, seeing he was dressed in his usual black dress slacks, slick shoes, and black dress shirt with a thin black tie. All-black against the light complexion caused his light brown eyes to pop from a distance. With his fraternity’s letterman jacket on, I could see he was bleeding that crimson and cream. Same as me.

  “Yeah, I can get with John tomorrow and discuss what we can do about his lack of papers. Hopefully, we can come to some sort of deal or arrangement,” he said, sounding proper as he walked slowly up to my door, smiling at me.

  Damn, Trent. As if you wasn’t fine as hell in high school, you got to be fine as a grown-ass man and look sexy in a suit. Not a lot of men can pull that shit off. Just imagine Elijah dressed up. I can’t even picture it.

  “Yeah, will do,” he said, nodding his head as he checked his nails. “Yeah, okay then. I’ll see you at the office tomorrow. All right.” Hanging up, he smiled at me. “You not gonna let a nigga in?”

  “Really, Trent?” I laughed, seeing how he switched it up from uppity to hood in a matter of seconds. I stepped aside so he could come in, catching a whiff of his lovely scent. He always smelled good.

  Closing the door, he looked around as if it was his first time being here, before turning to me, smirking with a sneaky grin.

  “What, Trent?”

  “You trying to fuck again?” he asked, and my mouth dropped. He shook his head, laughing while holding his stomach.

  “I’m playing. I’m playing, Tay.” He laughed.

  “Oh, I was finna say, nigga, you must have lost yo’ damn mind.” I laughed. “What are you doing here?”

  “I need a favor,” he said, looking me over, already making me feel self-conscious. Since I was just getting off work, I had kept it simple with a blouse, slacks, and blazer. Nothing fancy. My hair was pulled back in a tight ball.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “I got a formal event tonight that I gotta go to with my fraternity, and I need a date,” he said, and I quickly shook my head.

  “Nigga, I just got off work. I’m tired. And where the fuck is yo’ girlfriend?” I asked, hand on my hip.

  “She’s not Greek, and I don’t feel like hearing her complain about being the only girl that’s not Greek. You know?”

  “Mm, so tell her to pledge,” I mumbled, walking in the kitchen.

  “She’s not that type of girl. Come on, Taylor. Do me this one huge favor. This is an opportunity for me to network a little, get my resume out so I can have something serious when I graduate next month.”

  Looking back at him, I sighed. I never turned down an opportunity to network my damn self, since I had just graduated that past spring.

  “What type of event? What’s the dress code? Who all is going to be there, and will I be on my feet all night?”

  “Charity, most of the top elite people in Atlanta, black and white. Dress code is formal as fuck. Everyone who is anyone will be there, and I will rub your feet when or if you ever get tired,” he pleaded, and I smiled. Shit, that was all I needed to hear. “It’s a charity event my fraternity chapter is hosting, and I’m not trying to be the only nigga without a date.”

  “What time does it start?” I sighed as he smiled, coming over to me to hug me hard as I laughed.

  “We got to be there in about an hour,” he said, and my mouth dropped.

  “Nigga! Why are you just now telling me this?”

  “Come on. While you doing all this yacking, you could be getting dressed. Hop in the shower. I’ll pick out what you’re going to wear,” he said, rushing to my room.

  Oh my God. I quickly jumped in the shower, washing up, trying to think of what to do with my hair. How was I supposed to introduce myself? “Hi, I’m his friend, Taylor Rowan. I’m his date for the night, Taylor Rowan.”

  I shook my head as I wrapped the towel around me, after showering and drying off with some lightly scented lotion. Opening the door, I headed to my room, seeing him go through my closet like a mad man. A red quarter-sleeve dress that went just below my knees with a wrap going across the waist was laid out on my bed. I wore that shit to church. Hell, that was my “I’m feeling like a ho” church outfit because it was so body-hugging. He had jewelry picked out next to the dress, and even picked out a backup dress that was pushed to the side. I smiled, watching him look at my collection of flats and sneakers.

  “Why you got so many damn shoes?” he pressed, closing one shoe box only to open another. “Where are your heels at?” He turned to look at me before letting his eyes look me over slowly.

  “Nigga, it’s in the box over there,” I said, pointing at the huge box in the corner next to my bed. “I haven’t had a chance to unpack them because it’s so many.”

  He stood up, proceeding to go through my dresser, pulling out black seamless boy shorts and a matching strapless bra.

  “Here,” he said, tossing it on the bed as I laughed.

  This nigga here. I know some women would be disturbed by the fact that he was picking out my outfit, but Trent had always been that way. He liked to look good and liked women around him to look good. Olivia was the same way. She was constantly telling someone what they should or shouldn’t wear.

  “Trent, you cannot be serious! I’m not weari
ng this! It’s too body-hugging!”

  “Just try it on for me,” he begged, going through the shoes.

  I sighed, waiting until he had his back turned before slipping on my panties and bra. I still wasn’t comfortable standing completely naked in front of him, but as I put the dress on, he turned around, eyeing the fit.

  “See! My ass looks like a fucking monster back here,” I said, turning to give him a view. “I can’t scare none of those old niggas there.”

  “Yeah, you right.” He laughed, going through the closet again. “Take that off. We can find another one.”

  After about three dresses, a lot of turning in circles, walking toward him and standing in the mirror together to see if we looked good, we settled on a dark navy-colored dress with long sleeves, just barely above the knee. It was still body-hugging, but it left me some room to breathe. With my hair in a high bun and makeup done to perfection to make my small eyes pop, we were soon on our way.

  As we headed to the event, I thought about his girlfriend and the real reason he didn’t want her to come.

  “If it’s all of Atlanta, technically this isn’t some Greek event,” I pressed, watching him drive with ease.

  “You right.”

  “So, your girlfriend could have came, nigga.” I laughed, watching him smirk as he licked his lips at me.

  “She wouldn’t know how to act around people like that. Shit, you don’t either probably, but at least you can turn it on and off.”

  “I do know how to act,” I said, smoothing my dress out, looking at the silver bracelet that decorated my wrist. “Have you spoken to Olivia ever since the whole incident happened?”

  “Maaaan,” he let out, shaking his head as he dragged a slow hand over his low haircut. “I don’t think I will ever get over the sight of seeing my brother aim a gun at some kids. That shit is wild to me. I try not to think about it,” he said, looking back before switching lanes.