Monique Jordan fell in love with drug dealer August Alsina 10 years ago. She was 15, and he was 19.
One mistake changed the two relationship forever.
When the two cross paths again, do you think they'll be able to come home to each other or they'l...
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The last person that Monique planned on seeing was Ro'Derick. She had forgot that he even existed. Monique looked at him up and down, and she noticed how fine he got, but she wasn't going down that path again.
"No words huh?" Ro'Derick chuckled.
"What are you doing here?" Monique asked.
"The note I wrote Nique. That's why I'm here. I know who killed ya' pops." Ro'Derick said.
"And how would you know that?" Monique asked.
"The motherfucka who killed ya pops is my cousin. Lil Pat Pat is what I call her." Ro'Derick laughed.
"Lil Pat Pat?" Monique questioned. "Look Ro'Derick I don't have time for this. Now would you pl-"
"Oh yeah," Ro'Derick chuckled. He sat on the bench that was in front of his car. "You gotta get back to yo lil family right? I heard you dropped a baby boy. Congratulations."
"Thanks." Monique mumbled.
"Monique, when you left me that voicemail, I laughed. But what got me was when you blocked me. Now that was on a different type of hurt." Ro'Derick sighed. "But I moved on though, and I'm glad you did the same."
"Enough with this sentimental ass shit Ro, who killed my pops for the last time." Monique said. She had a gun in the back of her pants just waiting to be touched.
"Relax baby, relax. Damn, I know you ain't come alone. I did though" Ro'Derick smirked and it made Monique cringe.
"I'm finna go, you wasting my time." Monique said. She tried to walk away, but Ro'Derick grabbed her hand. Monique looked at him and she removed her hand from his grip.
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME." Monique yelled. She grabbed her gun, and she aimed towards Ro'Derick's head. Ro'Derick tried to grab his gun, but Monique got a hold of it before he could even get it.
"Stupid bitch." Ro'Derick mumbled as he put both of his hands up.
"Looks like ya' tha' bitch lil nigga," August said. He got out of the car and he walked towards Monique and Ro'Derick.
"Now I would hate to air your shit out right here in this area," Monique said cocking back the gun. "You got 2 seconds to tell me who killed my dad or your brains is finna be splattered everywhere." Monique looked at Ro'Derick.
"It was Patricia." Ro'Derick confessed. "Her and that nigga Jerome set it up."
"Whea' they live at foo'?" Monique asked.
"218 Brandon Circle. You go all the way down and their apartment letter is M. They stay in M108." Ro'Derick said.
"Good." Monique said. "Oh and one more thing." Monique said.
