Amani Scott lives in Staten, Island aka Shaolin. She works at a fashion boutique while trying to get her fashion empire off the ground.
She comes into contact with the one and only Method Man. These two spark up a friendship that turns into somethin...
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cliff counting these blessings
CLIFFORD
Cliff got off the phone with Amani he obviously missed her of course but he ain't want her to know that, maybe he did.
Anyway he got up and went to take a shower then do his usual routine, after that he was gonna head to the studio, Wu-tang had a show to do at the Source Awards they all was excited cause that was like the only Hip-Hop platform to showcase raps talent.
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Clifford was now in Amani's home face to face with a horrible man whose done he dont know what to his lil mamas but he wasn't gonna let him nor nobody else make her feel out of place.
They were all sitting at the table eating an talking well Robert was doing all the talking.
Cliff just looked in disgust he knew something was off with the man as he talked.
"Amani you practiced those riffs I told you about." He said.
Amani gave a startling look and cleared her throat, Cliff leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"Remember he can't get near you while I'm here. I gotchu." He said while resting his hand on her hand.
"Yeah. I guess." She responded.
He hated this man without even knowing him, Amani never gave any short responses ever when she was around or not around him so what is it about this man that has her bugged out.
"Riffs whatcha talkin bout, what he talkin bout?" Cliff said while looking at Amani.
"I can sing but I don't take it seriously. It's a hobby of mine." She says while messing with her food.
"Mamas why ain't you tell me that!" Cliff said while smiling.
