In the sequel to The Nookie Ain't Free you will catch up with Neesey, Milla, Tara, Ant, Mia and their never ending drama. You think you know, but you have no idea. Nothing is ever what it seems. Way more wild action, crazy drama and steamy sex than the first book Excerpt: "What's your problem playboy?" Moe asked with an angry scowl on his face. "I don't have a problem with you yet. My problem's with her," Twan said with his eyes glued to me. "What the hell are you doing here Twan?" I asked with a pissed off look on my face. My luck couldn't have been worse and his timing was totally off. I had planned on coming clean about him, but there he was. "You changed your number and then I saw you at Pappadeaux. I followed you here," he said with sad eyes. "What the fuck is this? How do you know this nigga?" Moe asked with a curious look on his face. His eyes said that he knew what was going on, but he needed me to confirm it. "Ahh...we..." I stammered with hesitation. "So, he's the reason you broke off our engagement? What the fuck Cami?" Twan asked looking heart broken and wounded. "Cami? Engagement?" Moe asked in shock as he shook his head. "Who the fuck are you woman?" I ignored his question. "No Twan. I broke it off with you because I was never in love with you. I was tired of pretending. That was way before I met Moe." "Oh, wow. I see, but I told you that I wasn't just letting you go You can't just throw what we had away " He yelled all frantic like he was losing his mind. "What we had is over. Please just get in your car and leave us alone." I looked at Moe and he was still shaking his head. He was saying something under his breath that I couldn't understand. That nigga was pissed and I knew that I was in for it. "Over? Over? Bitch, you don't know how serious I am " He yelled looking angry instead of hurt as he approached me. "Who you callin' a bitch mufucka Fuck you You don't scare me I'll kick your punk ass " I yelled back ready to go off on that nigga. Moe grabbed me and pushed me behind him protectively. "Control yourself cuh. It ain't goin' be none of that shit" He said as he calmly stepped to Twan. Twan laughed like Moe was doing stand-up comedy. "This is none of your business cuh," he mocked him. This is between me and the whore." Moe stepped closer and closed the distance between them. He was literally in Twan's face at that point. "Nah, this is between us now cuz I just made it between us. You wanna play hard in that tailored suit and shit Mr. Harvard, but you don't want to go there with me. I graduated from the streets and I don't think you have any experience in that. Now, she had your nose wide open and shit, I understand that, but she asked you to leave her alone cuz it's over. I advise you to do that before shit get real as a mufucka out here." Twan nodded like he was going to follow Moe's advice, but he punched Moe in the mouth instead. Moe's eyes narrowed as he wiped the blood from his lip. Without a second thought he lit into Twan with a combination of lethal uppercuts and body blows. That nigga didn't even know what had hit him as he fell to the hard pavement like he was as light as a feather. "Oh shit," I gasped as I watched Twan lying there with his eyes closed. "Is he..." "That nigga's a'ight. He's just gonna be sleep for a lil' while," Moe said as he walked away. "You can wait in the lobby while I call you a taxi from the suite. I'll pay for it, but I don't want to deal with your lying ass right now."