If His Heart Is Hood Holiday (Harris Family Book 2)

  IF HIS HEART IS HOOD: HOLIDAY

  K.C. MILLS

  Copyright © 2022 by K.C. Mills

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  1

  NOTE TO THE READERS:

  Thank you so much for taking this journey with me. So many of you have been with me from my first series until this one. I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate you, more than you know.

  This is just a short, holiday themed update to let you know how life played out for the Harris Family and everyone connected to their small circle.

  It was not meant as a full book, nor a continuation of the original series, but I hope you enjoy it just as much!

  Happy Holidays from my family to yours, and with much love. Thanks again for all of your support!

  Hello, beautiful people:

  If you’re returning, welcome back. If you’re new… welcome to my crazy world.

  Please be mindful that this is a RE-RELEASE, The series was originally PUBLISHED between 2015-2018 (All books of each series are combined to make one novel.)

  These books are URBAN/STREET-LIT themed which include, but are not limited to content that has: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE - SEX -DRUG USE - DRUG DEALERS.

  These books were published at the inception of my career. July 2021, I celebrated my sixth year in the literary world, so there has been growth. I must note that if you prefer my newer more contemporary work, these stories may not meet your preference.

  However, if you love a great hood romance which still highlights my signature style - alpha male who isn’t afraid to show his heart - then dive right in. If you’re open to falling in love with love, please proceed.

  As always,

  Crafting Romance with an Edge!

  Sincerely,

  K.C. Mills ❤️

  2

  BRONX HARRIS

  “Mommy, look what I got.”

  Kale ran right to where Reason was sitting on the sofa and shoved her tiny arm directly in her mother’s face. The diamond charm bracelet would be hard to miss as it was, but she damn sure was going to see it now.

  “Ohh, that’s pretty. Is it new?” Reason ran her fingers across the diamond encrusted H.K.H that dangled from our daughter’s arm.

  When Kale nodded her head wildly and focused on the bracelet, Reason cut her eyes at me. I chuckled and lifted my son, Bronx Jr., from the floor.

  “What up, lil man?” I pressed my forehead to his and then ran my hand over his hair. It was usually in two French braids, but today, it was out and all over the place since Reason had just washed it.

  I could smell the coconut shampoo that she always used in mine and his hair. She had some strawberry shit for her and Kale, but I didn’t like it because it was too damn fruity.

  “Yes, Daddy just got it for me. We got a lot of stuff.” I looked up as my daughter’s high pitched, excited voice filled the room. “Do you like it?”

  “I love it, baby. It’s very pretty.”

  For the second time, Reason looked past our daughter and cut her eyes at me.

  “Kale, go take your things to your room, and then wash your hands for dinner.”

  “Okay, Mommy. Kiss.” She puckered her lips and leaned toward Reason, who did the same but then delivered a peck to our daughter before Kale took off running toward her room carrying the bags that we walked in with.

  “Can I get one of those?”

  I let my tongue glide across my lips, knowing good and damn well that Reason wasn’t about to put lips anywhere near mine. She was clearly pissed with me about the fact that I had taken Kale shopping, again.

  That wasn’t necessarily my plan. All I really meant to do was let my baby girl pick out a few things since I was going to get the new Gucci letterman jacket that had just come out, but it worked out that way. A few things turned into a flown blown shopping spree.

  “No, you can not. I asked you to do one thing. One very small thing, and you couldn’t do that.”

  “Man, chill. It’s just a bracelet, and she really wanted it.”

  “Bronx, we’re a week away from Christmas, and I have no clue what to get our daughter because every time I have an idea, you take her out and buy it for her instead of waiting so that she can have it for Christmas. When she wakes up Christmas morning to nothing under the tree, I’m pointing right at you.”

  “Stop stressing. I got her, and there’s plenty of shit she wants that she doesn’t have. Trust me, she had no problems telling me today while we were out. She gets that shit from you. As long as it’s pretty and expensive, she wants it.”

  My son started clapping, and Reason rolled her eyes and stood. She tried to take BJ from me, but I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to me instead.

  “Stop rolling your damn eyes. You know that shit is true. Hell, even BJ knows its true. You see his little ass clapping and shit.”

  I looked down at our son, and he clapped again before shoving his chubby hand into his mouth and then trying to shove it in mine.

  “You make me sick. Stop buying her stuff, Bronx. I mean it. She barely has space in her room as it is, and you’re making it extremely difficult to figure out what to get her for Christmas.”

  “That’s my daughter, and if I want to buy her shit, I will. Nobody is gonna stop that, not even you.”

  Reason was in her feelings and tried to pull away from me, but I held her waist tighter to prevent it.

  “So, you’re mad because I’m good to our daughter?” I kissed the side for her neck just below her ear, and she relaxed a little.

  “No, I expect that. I’m mad because I asked you to stop buying her stuff, even if it’s just for right now, so that we can get this Christmas thing out of the way.”

  “Aight, chill. I’ll stop or at least cut back, but I got you something too.”

  “That doesn’t help your case.”

  She frowned at me, and I chuckled.

  “I’m sure it doesn’t, but it will help me make it up to you tonight.”

  My eyes moved to the tiny bag that held the lingerie that I had picked up for her. It was more for me than it was for Reason, and she wouldn’t have it on long. But she loved dressing up for me, and I loved taking her out of it.

  When Reason noticed what I had for her, she shoved me in the chest and shook her head. “That’s not for me. That’s for you, asshole.”

  When she was a few feet away, she looked over her shoulder and grinned. “But thank you.”

  “Aye, your momma is always on that shit, but I love the fuck outta her anyway. You might not be the baby anymore after tonight, lil homie.”

  BJ clapped again, even though he had no idea what the hell I was saying. His little face lit up just at the fact that I was paying attention to him.

  “Aye, I’m about to head to my studio. I’ll take him with me,” I yelled from the hallway as I held on tight to my son.

  “Just a few minutes, Bronx. Dinner’s almost done and I want you to eat with us before you leave.”

  “Aight, I just want to run through this track real quick.”

  “Bronx, I mean it.”

  I smiled at her tone. That was her I mean business tone like that shit really meant something.

  The only reason it did was that I did whatever necessary to keep her happy. Not because I was really worried about her
bossing up on me.

  “I said I got you, baby. Relax.”

  As soon as I sat down in my chair and cued up the set list for my show tonight, I leaned back with my son positioned in my lap. He was smiling and babbling away like he was trying to give me sixteen bars of his own.

  “You have that shit in you too, don’t you?” I nodded my head to the track as it sounded around us.

  So much had changed it was crazy. My show tonight was sold out. Two thousand people coming to see me. This still wasn’t my favorite part, but the shows brought in a lot of money and that was my focus, especially since it was my main source of income. After having Kale, things changed. I wasn’t trying to put her or Reason at risk over some dumb stuff, so I started pulling back some on the street shit.

  No amount of money was worth losing either of them, so I put more energy into my music, and last year, I officially walked away. Brim and Edge followed my lead, which meant that everything we built was in Torren’s hands. He was running the business now and had his own team, but we still pulled in money from it. Not by choice but by default.

  Me, Brim, and Edge each got ten percent while Torre kept seventy. I really didn’t give a fuck about the money, being that Torren was putting in all the work, but he insisted. In his eyes, he wouldn’t have it, had it not been for us.

  By the time I got to my third track, Brim was on my line, and I knew he was checking in about tonight. He was always at my shows when he could be, but this one was big, so he made plans to be there.

  “Aye, yo. You ready for tonight?”

  “Hell yeah. I’m going through my set list right now,” I said as BJ tried to take my phone from my hand while I held him secure with the other.

  “Yeah, I hear that shit playing. Ten thousand. That shit is sold out. Its gonna be hype as fuck, Bronx.”

  “Nigga, my shows are always hype as fuck.” I grinned and he laughed.

  “Cocky ass.”

  “Daddy, more.”

  I smiled at my niece’s voice in the background. She had just turned two, and was Brim’s pride and joy, especially after they struggled so hard to get her here.

  “Hold on, Brookie. Say what’s up to Uncle Bronx.”

  “Uncle Box.”

  I chuckled at her version of my name. She couldn’t say Bronx for shit, so I was Box, and I loved that it.”

  “Hey, baby girl. I miss you.”

  “I miss you too, Uncle Box.” She giggled.

  “Aye, you can have the rest, just take it to your mom so that she can watch you with it.”

  “Okay.”

  “Teagan is about to be mad as hell. I have been pumping Brookie full of Skittles since I got home,” Brim said and laughed.

  “Yo, she’s about to cuss your ass out. You know she’s always on that healthy shit with your lil shorty.”

  “I know, but damn, she’s a kid. She needs to have that shit every now and then. Teagan always has her eating fruit and shit. My baby was damn near two before she ever had a cupcake, and I had to sneak and buy it. Where they do that at?”

  I laughed, remembering the day we smuggled in cupcakes for my niece. It was funny as hell, and Teagan cussed him out like he was her child. They argued for days about it.

  “It’s all good. You know how she’s all stressed out about baby girl.”

  “Yeah, I know, but Brookie is good now, and I need Teagan to ease up.”

  I thought about how hard it was for Teagan to get pregnant, and then the fact that she delivered my niece three months early. Brookie had all kinds of heart and lung issues, and both Teagan and Brim were worried as fuck that she wouldn’t make it. That was a rough few months for all of us, and nothing I’d wish on anyone.

  That was the reason why Teagan went overboard with that healthy shit for my niece. In her eyes, if she kept her healthy, then she wouldn’t lose her baby girl. The doctors didn’t think that she could carry another kid, so Brookie was their one and only.

  “That’s easier said than done, but she’s not as bad as she used to be. At least my lil baby can have snacks and shit now,” I offered.

  “True. But let me go fix this war I started with these Skittles, and I’ll see you tonight. Kiss my niece and nephew for me.”

  “Aight, nigga. Your soft ass.”

  “Fuck you. I’m only soft for them, but I’ll crack your shit, and you know it,” he said and then ended the call.

  “You hear that shit, BJ? Your uncle is trying to make me fuck him up.”

  Again, his little ass just grinned, not having a clue what I was saying to him.

  A few minutes later, my door burst open and Kale skipped in grinning. She moved right to me and kissed her brother on the forehead.

  “Mommy said come and eat.”

  “Aight, I’m coming. Take him.” I nodded at BJ.

  “I can’t carry, him Daddy.” She lifted her little face to me and frowned.

  “I know. I’m just playing, here I come.”

  I winked at her and she waited for me to shut down everything before I followed her back to the kitchen. After placing BJ in his high chair, I washed my hands and joined my daughter at the table.

  Reason was right behind us, and after a quick prayer to give thanks, we started our family dinner. This shit right here was priceless, and I dare anybody to argue that fact with me.

  “Bronx, don’t.”

  Too late. I unloaded in Reason, and I knew she as gonna be pissed, but oh fucking well. If she got pregnant, then we would just have three kids instead of two. I actually already felt like she was pregnant, which was why I didn’t really try to stop myself from releasing in her in the first place. I knew her body better than she did, and everything about it was telling me that she had Harris baby number three currently taking up residence in there.

  “Bronx, you promised.” She balled up her face, and I smirked then kissed her lips while still pushing inside her.

  “My bad. I swear, I tried.” That was a lie. I had no intention of pulling out.

  “No, you didn’t. But cool, I’m going straight to the doctor and—”

  “No hell. I don’t want you taking that shit. What difference does it make? So, what if you get pregnant? I want another son and daughter anyway.”

  “It makes a huge difference. You don’t have to carry a baby and be miserable for nine months. I do.”

  “It’s not that bad,” I said after kissing her neck and shoulder.

  “For you, maybe, but for me it is. I don’t want another kid right now. Hell, maybe not ever,” she said with a little too much conviction.

  “Well, too fucking bad. I want two more, so we’re just gonna have to figure it out.”

  I looked her right in the eyes, and she grilled the fuck outta me like she wanted to slap my ass. But I had her wrist secured above her head, so she couldn’t.

  “Bronx, I’m serious. BJ’s only nine months, and Kale is just four. They already drive me crazy.”

  That sad ass look she gave me broke me down. I knew she loved our kids, but she was right. I didn’t have to carry them, and she was the one who spent most of the time with them. I was a hands-on father, but with shows and recording, I was MIA a lot. Every free second I had was spent with them, but it wasn’t the same as she had it, and I knew it.

  “Aight, I’ll do better, but I want two more. I can give it time, but I still don’t want you taking that shit to prevent it. If it happens, it happens, but I will respect the fact that you want time. Okay?”

  I pressed my lips to hers and then pulled back. She tried her best to keep that mean ass look on her face, but she broke down and smiled.

  “I hate you.”

  I simply nodded to agree because I was more than positive that she did hate me more often than not.

  “I’m sure you do, but you love me more than you hate me, so I’m damn sure not worried about that shit. I have to go, though. I was supposed to be gone an hour ago. Fucking with you, I’m gonna take the stage late.”

  “That’s y
our fault. I told you to leave,” she snapped as I pulled out of her.

  I was still hard and ready for more, but I knew I had to go.

  “Nah, not without making sure you could sleep good while I’m gone.”

  “Whatever.”

  After I showered and dressed, I stole a few kisses from Kale and BJ, who were both knocked out in their rooms, and then I was out. It was time to make that money for my family, and then I was back home in bed with my wife. I hated to even leave them right now, but the show was booked, and the bills had to be paid.

  3

  BROOKLYN “BRIM” HARRIS

  “How the fuck are you late to your own show?” I said as soon as my brother walked down the hall backstage ten minutes before he was scheduled to hit the stage.

  “I’m not late. I have like fifteen minutes,” he said with a smug grin.

  “Yeah, before you hit the stage, and technically only ten minutes, not fifteen. Your ass didn’t even do a sound check or anything before the show. You better hope Los is on his shit tonight.”

  “He’s always on his shit, and I know that nigga got me,” I said and offered a head nod to my DJ just as he walked up.

  Los and I had worked together a few times, being that he was local and one of the hottest in New York, but once I picked up more shows, he and I began working together full time. I needed someone I could depend on who would handle all the technical stuff to save me from having to miss so much time with my family.

  “Hell yeah, I got you. You know I don’t fuck around. That’s my name on the line too.”

  I dapped him and then he dapped Brim. “I ran through the set list earlier, and we’re good. Bronx’s shows are simple as fuck anyway. You know he doesn’t like that extra shit. Just tracks and a mic.”

  Los was right. Bronx’s performances were about him and his lyrics. That’s the way he started and the way it remained. No matter the venue or the crowd, it was just like catching one of his battle performances. Dope as fuck, and all about the music and the verses. The crowd loved that shit too.