Fatima P.O.V

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September 16

I park my car taking a deep breath. I get out closing the door locking it the wLk up to the restaurant. I walk in walking up to the hostess stand stopping.

"Good morning.", Do you have a reservation?" She ask.

"Yes it's under Wilson." I say to her.

She looks at her book looking through it.

"Party of two?" She ask.

"Yes." I say to her.

"It seems the other party is already here. Follow me and I'll direct you to your table." She says stepping from behind the stand.

She talk me through the dinning area then we stop at a balcony and she moves to the side gesturing me to walk out. I walk out seeing her already seated at the table.

"Hey Ma." I say walking up to the table.

"You're late." She says.

"I know I'm sorry, morning traffic. How's your morning going so far?" I ask her.

"It was going good until I got a call this morning." She says.

"About what?" I ask while looking over the menu.

"You and that boy." She says.

"Mama." I say sighing.

"You know I don't agree with you seeing him." She says.

"Since when?" I ask her confused.

"Since the day I found out that he was a stripper at your cousin's club." She says.

I look at her realizing that she's talking about Fuego.

"Ma I'm not with Fuego." I say to her.

"Then why am I hearing different?" She ask me.

"You wouldn't hear anything if you didn't have people spying on me." I say to her.

"As I told you before, I don't have any one spying on you. Some people I know just happens to be in the same place you are sometimes." She says.

"Right." I say looking at her with a look.

"I'm only saying something because I don't want anything to happen like before." She says.

"There's no need to worry cause Fuego and I aren't together. Even if we were you know I could handle it if something did happen." I say to her.

"You guys aren't together?" She ask.

"No." I say to her shaking my head.

"Then who were you out with at lunch the other day?" She ask.

"I knew you were having me followed." I say to her.

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