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 FIFTEEN: EMINEM
"SO TELL ME, YOU FUCKING MY SON TO GET INFORMATION?" MONET ASKED STRAIGHT UP. She invited me all the way back to her house to ask me that question when she could've asked through the phone?
"You got Diana to try and fuck Tariq to get information?" I fired back. I'm not that stupid, Diana may like Tariq but the way she kept throwing herself made it obvious and he knew aswell.
She scoffed in amusement like she didn't know I knew.
"Canes smart. What we have going on is strictly just pleasure. Tariq don't know, hell no one knows. So what do you think?"
"I'm trying so hard to not like your ass but you're way too smart." I smiled a little not showing too much of my excitement. "Tariq should be here any minute."
I see Cane standing further away holding a poker face. "Not smart enough." He came closer standing next to his Ma. "Ma , why do you even trust them?"
"Trust her enough to be in-"
Before she could finish her sentence which was about to make me gag, I stopped her. "I get it." I tried to hide my awkwardness. "Besides, you ain't gotta worry about us."
They both eyed me straight making me catch them off guard. "What we had going on is over anyways."
"Good. You got a nigga now?"
Not yet.
Canes eyes were the same as before dull and undetectable. Luck hit me when Tariq walked in. As soon as he walked Cane searched him as if he would carry a piece around.
"He's clean." Cane responds.
Monet steps closer to my best friend. "Why did you lie to me about Dru?"
That he's gay? I was bit out the loop so I was intrigued.
"Never act before you know the lay of the land." He responded confidently. "Besides, I never touched your daughter, even though I know you set her up to get information."
"Which one of my children can I trust the most?"
Tariq turned to look at me grinning, "Us." He replied.
"My niggas." She laughed as she connected her hands with ours. I could feel how pissed off Cane was and in all honesty, I was thriving off of it. "I don't know why y'all are running around ass naked. Cane give them your burner."
