Y’ALL.
Love Letters From a Gangsta by Shvonne Latrice??
That book had me in a CHOKEHOLD.

Lequay Compton is not just him—he’s HIM. Soon as I cracked that first chapter, I knew I wasn’t sleeping. I been riding for Khari, but Lequay done slid in and snatched the crown. That’s my favorite brother now—Lequay is my man, my man, MY MAN!

The way he popped up in Scotland Craig’s life?? Iconic. First meet was petty and chaotic, had me hollering. Second one? Pure fate. From that point on, Lequay was on GO. Letters. Late-night calls. Full-blown “you belong to me” energy. And it’s not talk—he moves with intent. Stands on business and on LOVE.

And don’t worry—this ain’t no soft, fluffy love story. It’s cute but it’s CRACK. The DRAMA?? Insane. His clingy homegirl? Delulu to the core. Scotland’s ex? Dumpster juice. Her fam? Dead to me. Thank God Lequay’s people knew what love actually looks like.

But through it all, Scotland and Lequay kept it solid. Real convo, real vibes, no fake drama just to drag the plot. This man loved her LOUD, and I was EATING IT UP.

If you've read it already then you know what's up! If not...I’m not giving no spoilers, cuz you need to experience the chaos raw. Just know: once you start, it’s up.

Oh—and Shakur? BOY. You need your behind whooped. You too grown to be this unserious. FIX IT.

Check your triggers. But if you ready for passion, pressure, and PLOT—tap in. This one’s a BANGER.