~Renee's POV~
I'm on my way to confront Tanya. I wanna hear what she gotta say about my friend's shooting. I know her ass had something to do with it and she better not lie to me about it. But I know she gon deny it anyway. Word around the street she hangs out at this small bistro by Towers so I'm a pay her a little visit.
I walk inside and scan the room for this bitch. I didn't see her so I'll just wait till she shows up. I go sit down in the back from the door and order a water and a small appetizer just to make it look normal. In about ten minutes or so, she walks in by herself strutting towards her table. And she was by herself too.
After the waitress took her order and left, I get up and walk over to her.
"Tanya?" I called walking towards the table.
She looked up and evilly smiled.
"Renee," she said back.
I took a seat across from her and stared at her. Y'all don't understand. I really wanna jump across the table and wring her neck but I needed to restrain myself.
"Can I help you with anything?" she asked. Did this bitch just get sassy with me?
"I know you did it," I flat out said.
"Did what?"
"Now you acting stupid? I know you shot Lindsey or you had someone do it for you."
I stopped talking when the waitress came to give Tanya her food.
"Is she bothering you?" the waitress asked. I guess her and Tanya are friends.
"Naw, Sue. She good," Tanya said.
I smirked at the lady as she walked away. What the fuck was she gonna do if I was messing with Tanya? Let me get my mind off of her and get back to the matter at hand.
"You know something," I started. "So you might as well tell it."
Tanya laughed before taking a sip of her lemonade.
"Why would you think I had something to do with Lindsey being shot?" she asked.
"You have a problem with Cam because she's with Que. You fought us over them . . ."
"You jumped in."
"Lindsey had ten of y'all bitches out numbering her, you damn right I'm a jump in. Quit tryna veer away from the situation. I know you had something to do with the shooting."
"Renee, you don't know what you're getting yourself into."
"Bitch, I would kick your ass."
"Now you're threatening me? Wow, Renee."
"I ain't playing."
"I'm shivering in my boots."
"You're a jealous, miserable bitch and you're just mad because Que doesn't want you. He will never be with you. He's with Cam."
"Not for long."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm tryna enjoy my lunch."
I rolled my eyes. This hoe wouldn't admit to anything, but I know she had something to do with the shooting. But you know. It's cool. I'm a walk away before I tear this bistro down.
"Enjoy your lunch. Hope you choke on it," I said before walking out.
~Camryn's POV~
After we ate pizza and watched a movie, we were now laid up on the couch. I was in between Que's legs laying on his chest and his arms were around me.
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