𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 ❛ devanté swing.

059.

U AND I.
( CHAPTER LIX: dollaz + sense. )

' 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟑𝟎, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟓. '
the jodeci residence ━━━ woodland hills, california !

      MILANI FURIOUSLY jammed her key that belonged to DeVanté and the boys's residence in California into the key lock, twisting it, the door had opened. Loud pans chattering, Malia's squeals and the sound from the television could be heard when she opened it. One of the many pitbulls had ran to the door, panting heavily as she jumped excitedly around Milani.

Walking further into the home, Milani had thrown her keys onto the counter, grabbing ahold of DeVanté's attention from the fridge. "You lookin' real good today, Ma." He grinned slyly, looking over her attire.

She wore a black skin tight bodysuit that hugged her body in all the right places, with a short lengthened deep v-neck, black colored sandals, her 3a hair was straight down her back. She accompanied the attire with her regularly worn chain with Malia's initial on it, her anklet hung tightly but yet loosely around her ankle, and she wore her daily rings that decorated her white manicured medium-long length nails. Her brownskin canvas happened to be bare, free of no makeup as usual.

"Cut the shit, DeVanté. Do you mind elaborating what happened between you and Quik yesterday?" She asked, crossing her arms over her stomach. DeVanté just laughed, "Why're you asking me about something you surely already know? We got in a small little altercation." He slightly chuckled, which rubbed Milani the wrong way.

"Obviously, De. But what the hell for? Why and how did it happen? Stop fuc—laughing, this isn't a laughing matter right now." She asked, watching her mouth since Dyana and Malia were a few feet across from them.

Her furiousness had taken over her badly that she had mentally muted the fussy whines from her daughter. "And you were over at Suge's house with my daughter? The fuck was my daughter there for? She could've went with my mom if you were going over there. I told you I don't want her around that environment, can't you simply respect that?"

"Man, go 'head, Milani. I can respect it but she's my daughter too, I have every right to have any input on what and where my daughter is. Especially if she's under my care. It's a principle. She was fine, she was with Nate and Snoop almost the entire time in another room away from all that other shit they was doing outside or the garage." He waved her off, Milani had rolled her neck.

"You've got to be—so you took my daughter somewhere, kept her secluded in another room with other people besides her father? Is that when you and Quik got into it? When she was with Snoop and Nate?" She questioned, she wanted some answers but DeVanté wasn't beat to answer any of them, but he knew she wouldn't let the interrogation go unless her questions were fully and completely answered.