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    FRISCO WELCOME TO THE WOODS     BIANCA XAVIERA       Copyright © 2023 by Bianca Xaviera All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.        CONTENTS          Synopsis        1.  Francisco ‘Frisco’ Matisse      2.  Yakima Melvin      3.  Anthony Hill      4.  Frisco      5.  Yakima      6.  Frisco      7.  Alyce Smalls      8.  Yakima      9.  Frisco      10.  Alyce      11.  Anthony      12.  Yakima      13.  Frisco      14.  Alyce      15.  Anthony      16.  Yakima      17.  Frisco      18.  Yakima      19.  Alyce      20.  Yakima      21.  Frisco      22.  Anthony      23.  Yakima      24.  Frisco       Epilogue         Message from Bianca Xaviera       Keep Up with Bianca Xaviera            SYNOPSIS      “You’ll know them. They have the letter ‘M’ branded on them like cattle .”- Henry Melvin  Since Yakima’s been able to date, her detective father has reminded her of the type of men to steer clear of. At twenty-seven, she’s done just that until one night of partying, and a botched raid leads her into the house of mob boss, Francisco Matisse.  Calm, cool, and collected are frequent words used to describe Francisco ‘Frisco’ Matisse. His main focus is business, and everything else, including his relationship with his longtime girlfriend, Alyce Smalls, comes afterward. In a hostile takeover gone wrong, Frisco schemes his way into Yakima’s life, proving to his adversaries that his reach is far. Despite her skepticism, Yakima gives Frisco a chance.  As their relationship intensifies, he realizes he's in too deep to pull himself out. In a twisted turn of events, his scheme backfires, putting everyone involved at deadly risk. What was meant to be strictly business turns into something deeper, faster than he expected. With Alyce in his ear, Yakima in his heart, and people trying to threaten his empire, his back is against the wall.  When Frisco’s secrets are threatened to be unveiled before he can reveal them himself, he must decide where his love and loyalty lie. Will it be with the woman who's been in his life or the woman who has his heart?         CHAPTER 1    FRANCISCO ‘FRISCO’ MATISSE       “Damn,” I breathed, looking between my legs. My girl, Alyce, welcomed me out of the shower with her warm, wet mouth. After being up all night, a big nut was just what I needed to help put me in a deep sleep. “You like that?” she muttered. She gripped the base of my dick, while licking around my head. My phone vibrated on the nightstand. Sighing, I dropped my head back on my pillow. The clock on the wall read 7:30a.m. “Don’t answer it,” she whispered, and deep throated my dick, trying to distract me. The Do Not Disturb feature was utilized on my phone every night from 10:00 p.m. to 8:00 a.m., so that meant someone had called, back to back. Calling me back to back meant whoever was on the phone had something important to tell me. Two things I hated getting interrupted was sex and getting money, so the shit had better be important. Alyce popped my dick out of her mouth and kissed her teeth when I reached for the phone. Huffing, she moved to her side of the bed and turned away from me.  Foxx M.  Staring at the back of her head, I answered my phone. “Yeah, Foxx?” “Wake up, nigga. Free said it’s some white dudes in suits trying to get in his gates. I’m linking him in.” Jumping out of bed, I pulled my briefs up and walked in the closet, waiting on Free and Foxx to come back on the line. Lakewood, the area where my little brother lived and worked out of, was 95 percent Black. The only White people who frequented that area were drug addicts. No one would dare come to that gate, so I already knew it was about to be some bullshit. The line came back in and Free was in the middle of talking. “You said who sent you now?” Pressing the phone closer to my ear, I tried to make out what the person was saying, but it was muffled. He had to be talking to him through the window of the security box. “Free, what’s going on?” He didn’t respond. I put the phone on speaker while I pulled on a pair of pants and a muscle shirt. “Well, I don’t care who sent you, you ain’t getting on this property. You see that M? You know what the fuck that stands for, boy!” Free’s voice elevated. Opening my