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DANIELA CRUZ was now laying in bed with Cane in his hotel suite, as they talked about Mecca and Monet. Cane had filled her in on everything she missed. Needless to say, Daniela was very shocked about the news she was finding out.
"Wait, hold up. So, Mecca. Our plug. He's Zeke's dad A.K.A Monet's baby daddy?" Daniela queried for confirmation. "Mhm." Cane hummed in response and she sighed. "Why would she lie about something so big?" Daniela asked.
"I don't know, but that's what going on. He was using me to get close to Monet this whole time. I was his fucking pawn." Cane stated. "Baby, you wouldn't of known something like this. I mean, shit, this is shocking for everybody." Daniela said.
"I just don't know what to do now." Cane admitted. "Play your role. Do what's gonna get you and your family out of this shit alive." Daniela told him. "And what's playing my role? Following Monet? She's the reason I'm in this shit." Cane said.
"Look, all I know is Mecca is a problem. We both know that. I never trusted his ass. So, we gotta figure out a way to get his ass out the picture." Daniela said and he nodded his head.
"Aight. You're right." Cane agreed.
"Now, uh, I know this might not be the best time, but about last night..." Daniela trailed off. "Dani, baby, we're good. Okay? Yes Im still mad about you and Tariq, but I'm not gonna let you go. I love you too much to ever do that." Cane stated.
"Really? Like you really mean that?" Daniela asked, smiling ear to ear. "Yes. I love you, Daniela. I'll never stop. No matter how many mistakes me make. I'ma always come back to you." Cane told her. "I love you too." Daniela responded, as she kissed him.
Cane and Daniela continued to passionately kiss, as she climbed on top of him. She reached for his shirt and began to pull it off, as they kissed. All of a sudden Cane's phone started ringing.
"Fuck." Cane groaned, as he reached over and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. "Who is it?" Daniela asked. "It's Monet." Cane told her. "What the hell does she want?" Daniela queried, rolling her eyes in irritation.
"Shush." Cane hushed her, as he slid over and answered the phone call.
"What's up, ma?" Cane spoke.
"Ay, yo, Cane. Meet me at the park in a few. We gotta talk about some things." Monet ordered.
"Aight. I'll be there." Cane responded.
"Say that." Monet replied, before hanging up the phone.
"Come on. Get dressed. I'll drop you off at your crib, before I meet up with her." Cane said. "Uh, hell nah. Im coming with you." Daniela said. "Now you know Monet ain't gone like that." Cane voiced.
