After the death of James St Patrick, Alina Amara and her mother fled New York City to get away from the treacherous gang life of New York. Leaving her best friend Tariq and Chloé to live in London, Alina has had enough hiding.
Until a miracle...
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CHAPTER EIGHT: ONE NIGHT STAND
"DAMN RIQ." I WHISPERED NEXT TO HIM AS WE LAID ON HIS BED CHILLING. It was about time he was opening up about his Ma. Turns out she's in a lot of more trouble and the Tejadas father Lorenzo is on watchdog on her on the inside. Tasha suggested for him to grab a piece, Tariq still didn't know about the piece hidden in my dorm in case I needed it.
"She told me a location of where Uncle Tommy and Ghost kept their stash-"
"The wash and fold." We both said at the same time. I knew this because my father kept it hidden there or at least knew about it incase of emergencies but I wished he had a damn license to keep one otherwise he wouldn't have ended up six feet underground.
"Wait how you know?" He faced down at me.
"You know the Egans came up with that business."
He realized it, calming down.
"Listen, Riq.. I have one." I opened up. "Grandma Kate gave me one before coming here for protection and I thought I didn't need it but now that we are in this I damn well for sure need it."
"What the fuck Lina?" He sat up. "As in at your dorm?" I nodded my head.
"As if anyone is going to suspect me. Remember no one knows i'm related to Uncle Tommy or even know I fuck with you like this." I defended myself.
"You're a black girl in a predominately white school.."
"True but an innocent one." For the first time in a very long time he bursted into a fit of laughter.
"Girl, you know damn well you ain't."
I laughed with him. "Yeah you right."
The rest of the night we just chilled and watched a movie till we fell asleep. God knows where Brayden went properly went and spent his portion of cash already or fucking Chloé.
**
"There's nothing to worry about Chloé." I moaned as I finished explaining my night with Tariq. I was tired of her assuming shit that we dealt with years ago.
"Oh i'm not worried. He's already hooked onto that blondie, Lauren that's in y'all classes." Lauren Baldwin, A star student in our canonical studies and happened to wiz her way through the first scholarship that approached our way in class. I hate how quickly she got it by charming Professor Creep into it.
