- After Mileena gets out of prison for "accidentally" running over her husbands mistress. She soon fights to see her 9 year old son who grew up not knowing what really happened to his mom, but only knows she wasn't there most of his life.
But that...
Mileena added more makeup to the side of her face the best way she could.
It had been a while since Andre had knocked her out and she tried to keep her distance but he just wouldn't leave her alone.
Ever since he hit her they had been fighting nonstop. He would hit her then she would fight back..it was ridiculous.
Both of them were walking around bruised up with a busted lip or black eye. The side of her face didn't look like it was gonna get better anytime soon either.
But she was so good at applying makeup nobody seemed to notice her bruises. "Where you going now? I told yo ass I wanted you to stay wit me." Andre fussed.
Mileena clenched her teeth. "Leave me alone Andre." She said through clenched teeth. She gave him a hard glare and he backed off then walked away.
She continued to get ready and she left her hotel room. She pulled her shades on so no-one would recognize her as she walked to her car.
Meanwhile, "Mileena is picking him up big head." Tupac said over the phone. Set rolled her eyes. "You dropped Amir over here why you can't come get him? You got Leena doing everything now since she got out." Set said.
Tupac rolled his eyes. "I'm I told Mama too..how you gon' take Amir away from Mileena cause you jealous? Yous a asshole." "I'm a asshole?" Tupac asked.
"That's what I said." Set said standing on her shit. Tupac shook his head at his baby sister. "Look,worry about your kids aight? And imma worry about mine."
"Yea you do that." Tupac hung up the phone and looked down at the females that was around him naked. He sighed.
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"Yo..yall gotta go." He said. They all started whining but he didn't care.
He got out of bed and fixed himself when he heard movement downstairs. "Baby I'm home!" Ryan yelled. "Shit." He mumbled. "Yall gotta go now!" He whisper-yelled.
"So you not gon' feed us? We hungry." The girl with the box braids said. "Right and I'm pregnant..I gotta eat something." The girl with the curls said.
"Just get the fuck out." "No." Ryan walked upstairs and frowned when she saw clothes scattered everywhere. "What the..." She mumbled.
