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 TWELVE: BIRTHDAYS
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY 'RIQ!" I jumped on my best friend after he ended the phone call. I was curious to know who it was but if it was important he would've stated. We had a meeting with the Tejadas at their place but Cane the Chauffeur wanted to drop us as if I don't have a car of my own to drive to.
Speaking of Cane... we saw him parked frustratingly in front of us as Riq and I walked like turtles. I would lie if I said down below wasn't reacting whenever I see Cane, he's a good fucker at the end of the day.
"You mothafuckers are so fucking slow!" He honked the car, me and Riq just stared at each other before we burst into laughter. I at least noticed how easily Cane gets pissed off and I would be lying if i said it didn't turn me on.
I sat at the front since Riq tried to open the front and it didn't work, I tried to keep a poker face on for Cane but that shit was hilarious. Once I sat at the front passenger seat I couldn't even say hi or anything since it already felt awkward.
I could sense the glances Cane was showing throughout the ride. Once we were close, we all notice a cop at the front, I sat up straight not knowing who that guy was.
"Why is there a cop at your place?" I questioned, finally staring at Cane. I noticed he did his hair recently seeing nice fresh line he got on his buzz cut, it suited him.
"He just a dirty-ass cop." He looked pissed as he replied to my question.
"How come Monet trust a crooked cop? Man, you know them niggas is worse than regular cops." Fucking facts that Tariq was spitting, my dad almost got knocked up back into prison in the past because of a dirty cop plus with the whole Tariqs dad having multiple crooked cops didn't end up well.
"Facts. These niggas only come around and take sh¡t. Your money, your freedom, or your life." Cane forced his words out to Tariq.
"What's that cop taking from Monet?" I asked again as if it was 21 questions.
"He feeds us information and keeps us from getting jammed up."
As if that shit ever works out in the end. I needed to keep my eye out on that cop and make sure to tell Uncle Tommy about this shit.
"Hm, I know it's expensive keeping a nіggɑ like that on payroll. How much he be taxing y'all?" Tariq lightheartedly joked as we got out, we all knew what he meant.
He was fucking Monet.
Once we all entered we see Diana and Monet already at the front.
