❝ pretty little fears, music to my ears ❞
on his own for the first time, Tariq St. Patrick divides his time between school and hustling to pay for his mother's defense attorney. When he runs out of options, Tariq turns to a familiar drug game, in wh...
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❝ love and war. ❞
━ ★彡★
"I JUST STARTED MY PERIOD," Diana informed Raelin, who was getting ready to meet with Cane and Monet. "Good for you, you're not pregnant, what does this have to do with me." Raelin bitterly responded, still upset with the youngest Tejada. "We've always had the same cycle, smart ass. Just wanted to remind you of yours and let you know i bought us some tampons."
Raelins' eyes slightly widened at Diana's response, now thinking that her period has yet to come. "You're welcome," Diana mumbled, before shutting Rae's door closed, "Shit."
"You was fine last night. What's the problem?" Monet asked Cane, as the trio stood in the park, planning on how they were going to take out Lorenzo. "I said that shit because that's what you told Mecca or Dante or whatever you wanna call him." Cane expressed, "I lied. We both know Lorenzo didn't rob him."
"Look, I lied to save yo' ass." Monet replied, "Still don't change our plans with Mecca."
"It don't, huh?" Cane sarcastically asked, "That's because he wants Cane to do it, right?" Raelin chimed in, "He does." Monet answered.
Cane stared at his mother with disbelief before licking his lips, "You ask me to do some crazy shit, Ma, and I've done everything you ever asked me to do, but I can't believe you want me to kill my own fucking father."
"Why?" She asked, "I'm the one scheming and scraping to keep your ass outta of jail, not him."
Raelin shook her head, not believing the conversation that was being had right not is real. "What does 'Renzo mean to you at this point, Cane? You ain't running the business. He gave it to Dru and when Raelin graduates she'll run the other half." Monet continued, "Oh, don't put me in it."
"And when he shut us down, we had to go behind his back to feed ourselves. And don't forget how he got the prison guards to beat you down when you got out of line. He rockin' that Jesus piece you got him, but he don't even respect you. What kinda shit is that?" Monet continued to push Cane.
"That's my fucking father." Cane exclaimed, "I got his name."
"More of a reason for you to be next in line." Monet said.
"Yo, if this was any other nigga in the street disrespecting you like this, Cane, you would've been put his ass in the ground." She persisted, "Your father shot at me. You gonna stand for that?"
Raelin looked up at her godmother not believing that Lorenzo would shoot at his own wife, she knew he was mad, but that mad? Nah. "It's him or me, Cane. Choose." Monet concluded.
Cane stayed quiet as he thought to himself, "I do this shit, Dru and Diana will never forgive me. You know that, right?"
"Wow," Raelin mumbled, shocked that he was even considering it. "I'll deal with Dru and Diana." Monet assures him before pulling a gun out of her jacket, "Here. It's clean." Cane looked at his mother, hesitant to grab the gun.
Monet rolled her eyes before tucking it back into her jacket, "Where the fuck is Tariq? Where is this nigga when I need him?"
