❛ 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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
' 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝟐𝟓, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔. ' the blake's residence ━━━ woodland hills, california !
UPON THE HAND placement onto the side of her frame, Milani's body was immediate to flinch whilst her eyes fluttered open quicker than ever. To her assumption, she had thought it'd been Quik, she felt the figure hover over her, locking their arm for an embrace. Milani wrapped her arm around their neck, inhaling their manly scent, in which she sensed all too familiar.
"Malia—" She began to freak, jumping from her laying position on the couch, she'd seen Malia playing with her toys on the floor. "She's good, Mil. Nate told me you had fallen asleep once he stopped by, so he was watching her while you slept. He just left to DeathRow."
Milani nodded, wincing as she sat slowly on the couch. It had been a few days since she'd gotten back home to her and Quik's new Calabasas home. Kayden happened to be transferring to Cedars Senai Medical within the days to follow, and Milani couldn't have been more anxious to see him.
As predicted, the word of Milani's robbery had gotten around throughout the press, there hadn't been the full explanation given to where Malia was involved. It was simply stated that she'd been robbed at her hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada, out of $12,000 worth of materialistic items that Milani couldn't seem to care about.
Amongst the news spread, DeVante was eventually in exposure to what had happened that night. There was no other description that could had been given to describe how DeVante felt the such traumatic event. He had felt angered, saddened that his daughter whilst a woman he held dearest of his soul had gone through what he had.
"Yo DeVante, man!" Dalvin called out from above the staircase, the man whom happened to be knocked into a daze, fluttered his eyes open. "Answer your damn phone! The shit been ringin' for three minutes straight now!"
DeVante kissed his teeth, slowly removing his frame from the couch his body was buried into. The man began to make his way over to the island's counter where his phone happened to be ringing, of Snoop's contact.
DeVante's eyebrows furrowed, but he answered the man nevertheless. "Snoop, what's up man?" He leaned against the counter, rubbing the tiredness from his hazel orbs. "DeVante man, where you located right now?"
From the sounds of the busy streets of Las Vegas, Nevada — the sounds of ambulances struck his ears. DeVante peered up from off the counter, the distant cries filled the back of his hearing alongside other chaos.
