Diamonds in the Rough: VOL. I

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Monica didn't even bother to wipe the tears trailing down her face. Diego's lawyers had handed her lawyers their ass to kiss today in court. The thought made her lift the crystal glass in her hand and toss it at the wall. She had already flipped over the couches. Screamed at the tops of her lungs. Scattered papers all over the place but no matter what she did it didn't change her life.

It seemed to change over night. With Kianna and Keys Moore catching both of her brothers by the balls. The only thing the two of them could focus on was getting back at them both. Monica knew the only way they could do that was by killing them. She also knew Kianna and Keys decided to let them be free to protect themselves.

If they turned up dead her brothers would serve life for killing two undercovers. Neither Andre or Tyson seemed to care about that. Or her son. She bit her bottom lip as it trembled. Diego was granted partial custody of her son. There was a schedule set in order to give him as much time with their son as she had. Her stomach knotted as her legs gave out.

"Monica." His voice sent a shiver down her spine. She quickly grabbed a piece of the glass at her feet. Her eyes met his and he sighed. Diego. The worst thing about her life. A man who took advantage of her young naive mind and body. He never loved her the way he claimed to. If he did he wouldn't be taking her through hell.

Taking the only good thing she gained from their relationship away from her. That's the only way she could see the situation. He had ruined everything for her. She couldn't imagine him being a loving father. He was jealous of Tyson. His own brother. "Get out." She spoke as she roughly wiped her eyes.

"I didn't come for a fight Monica."

"Right you came to gloat. Cheers to you for taking my son. A child you know nothing about."

"Because you kept him away from me."

"I HAD EVERY RIGHT TO KEEP HIM AWAY FROM YOU. YOU BEAT MY ASS LIKE I WAS A NIGGA ON THE STREET." She snapped. Monica was so mad that she forgot about the glass in her hand. Her eyes moved down to the cut she had put into her own hand from squeezing the sharp object.

"Let me help you with that." Diego offered stepping forward.

"If you come close to me I'll kill you." She snapped. "Just go the fuck away Diego. What more could you want from me!?"

"I didn't sign the agreement yet." He sighed as he pushed his hands into his pockets. "Look I fucked up when we were kids. That's no excuse. But you played a part in that shit as much as I did Mo. I dont want Dallas to have to see us be ordered to take care of him the right way. Can't we just figure something out between us?"

"So you can beat my ass again? This time maybe even pull the trigger on Dallas."

"I was never going to hurt him." Diego sighed. "Monica please. Look at you. This shit is tearing you up. We don't gotta talk or see each other. I can pick him up from your dad. You know that nigga won't cut me no slack when it come to Dallas."

"He don't want you in his life just as much as I don't."

Diego looked her over. "That's not true Monica. You're the only one who wants to keep me out of his life. But that's not fair to our son. All the reasons you listing off is shit that gotta do with you. Not him. He should be able to make the decision and he did."

"He's a child he doesn't know any better. One minute he's begging you not to kill him. The next he wants to know you. He's scared of you."

"No he's not." Diego's fist formed. "He's scared of you if anything. Your lawyers could sugarcoat shit to you. But mine didn't. My son wants to know me. Landyn is cool but he's not me. And I'm not even going to get on the fact that you had this nigga around my son before I even got that chance to lay that foundation."