Addicted 2 Moni

For Her, I'd Kill

Moni Pov

"Well, this will be your new desk. As a secretary, your job will be to forward important calls, update and email clients, handle the mail, and make sure our weekly meeting schedule stays up to date," Mr. Ross says as he gestures toward the desk.

I nod, giving the workspace a quick once-over. It's got potential, but clearly hasn't seen love in a while. Dust in the corners, a few sticky notes left behind from whoever was here last. It's gonna need some serious TLC.

"This is my son's office," he continues, opening the door to what looks like a whole damn apartment. Sleek desk, leather chairs, a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. I could live in here if I had to.

I follow him inside, my eyes drifting around the space before settling on his face. He turns to look at me with a serious expression.

"I must warn you, my son can be... flirtatious with the staff," he says with a slight frown. "You're a smart young woman, and I hope I won't have to worry about that with you. I'd like to keep the work environment strictly professional."

I pause, clutching the strap of my purse. Now feels as good a time as any.

"In that case, there's something I should probably tell you," I say, my tone even.

"And what's that, Miss Taylor?" Mr. Ross raises an eyebrow, clearly not expecting this to go left.

"I'm dating your son," I say, walking deeper into the office, letting my fingers graze over the polished wood of the desk.

He lets out a dry laugh. "My son doesn't date."

I meet his eyes. I'm not playing.

"Oh. You're serious," he says, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Yes. Very serious," I confirm, brushing my hand across the back of Dewayne's office chair.

"I know my son... and I don't want you to—"

"I don't need a lecture," I cut in, turning to face him directly. "I know his past, I know what people say. But me and him? We're together. And that's just what it is."

He nods slowly, clearly biting back what he really wants to say.

"I just wanted you to be aware of the situation," he says finally. "Because, well... the office staff will talk."

"Let them," I say with a shrug, already walking back toward the door.

"Alright then," Mr. Ross sighs, following behind me. "You can start Tuesday."

Dewayne Pov

"Alright. We had our fun yesterday. Now today is strictly business," I say, looking around my office. I got all my hitters here—Snoop, Rico, the girls, my other niggas... and Liu fine ass still decided to stick around.

"Yeah wassup. You ready to take over again?" the same nigga Liu clocked the other night asks.

"Nah. I know y'all miss a real one, but we back on our mob shit for now." I pause, looking around at all the faces. "Everybody get y'all phones and pagers out—we putting a hit out on the head of MLD. Maniac Latin Disciples. The nigga name Anthony."

Phones start coming out fast as hell.

"Matter fact—anybody tied to that nigga? Bring 'em to me. Alive," I add louder, letting it ring clear. These my people, but they can be a little too trigger-happy if I don't spell it out.

"Damn yo, what this nigga do?" Trey, one of my best shooters, says.

"This the bitch that tried to take out my boy Snoop," I say, pacing. "Killed my girl's parents. Got a hit out on her and the last of her family. Nigga tried to threaten me like I'm sweet too—so now he gotta go."