❛ YOU AND I COULD BE ONE
AFTER ALL, OUR LOVE COULD
BE SO STRONG, YOU AND I
WOULD NEVER STOP. ❜
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, two music lovers cross paths between one another - not knowing the outcome of their kind of love.
proudest achieve...
U AND I. ( CHAPTER LXIX:deathrow vs. bad boy, part one! )
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' 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘𝟏𝟗, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟓. ' clinton correctional facility ━━━ new york, new york !
"HEY PAC . . ." MILANI trailedoff, watching as Tupac sat down in front of her. It had been a minute she last saw him, when he had told her that he was sure that Biggie had set him up to potentially get killed. Milani had followed his wish, and cut all ties with the Bad Boy crew besides Faith, but they still tried their hardest to get into contact with her.
"I finally put the pieces together yesterday . . ." He trailed off, looking around him. She shook her head, seeing and feeling as his whole demeanor had changed, and it wasn't a good change. "What? You think you have an idea of who might've shot you?"
"Yeah, it was that fat motherfucka, Biggie. He set me up." He told her, in all seriousness. Milani's eyes widen by his statement, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What? Pac, you sound ridiculous. Do you hear yourself? What would possibly possess you to come up with something like that?"
"I'm not though. Why out of all nights he chooses to be there the same night I am? He's told me, he's never been to Quad Recording, ever. Why did he just stand there looking at me when he seen me in that elevator bleeding to death? How can he not possibly find out who shot me? In his own hometown? Plus, Who Shot Ya, a point blank fucking truth. That is targeted towards me."
"Biggie would never do that, he's your friend, Pac." She tried to speak further but Tupac interfered. "Was my fucking friend. I don't want nor have no kind of friendship with that fat bitch. He hasn't even came to see me, if he was real enough, he would've came and saw me the minute I stepped in this motherfucka. Nor has this nigga thanked me for helping him with his fucking career. You need to listen to me, Milani. Stay away from Bad Boy, and if you don't want to, don't mind coming my way no longer."
"Hey Mil, long time no see. You look different, back to the old color, I see." He grinned, taking a seat in front of her, Milani smiled seeing him in a much happier mood than he was before. "Same for you, you seem much happier. What's up with that?" She asked, Tupac chuckled.
"I got married." He confessed, Milani's eyes widened and her mouth went agape. "You—Lesane, got married? To who? Why? How? When? Why didn't you tell me before?" She grilled him, Tupac chuckled once more.
"Calm down, Mil, let me explain. Her name is Keisha, Keisha Morris, I've been dating her for sometime now after I broke up with that white bitch, Madonna. And it was back in April, I tried calling you but my mom said you disconnected all your phones for sometime."
