❝ pretty little fears, music to my ears ❞
on his own for the first time, Tariq St. Patrick divides his time between school and hustling to pay for his mother's defense attorney. When he runs out of options, Tariq turns to a familiar drug game, in wh...
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❝ the gift of magi. ❞
━ ★彡★
"BELIEVE IT OR NOT, there's a method to becoming a savage in the game," Monet explained to Diana and Raelin as the three of them were seated at the bottom of the staircase. "It's a skill. To control a nigga you gotta always be able to think ahead of him." She continued as Raelin nodded her head.
"Whatever you say to him should always lead him back to you." Monet added, causing Raelin's forehead to wrinkle, "Aunty, I don't even know what that means." She told her, as Diana nodded her head and pointed at her, also agreeing. "It means a man doesn't fall in love with you. He falls in love with the image of himself that he sees in your eyes."
"You make him think he's lit, he'll always come back to it. That's better than any drug we can sell." She answered. "It's about being a woman in a man's world." Raelin grimaced at the sound of this. "I don't know how I feel about being a woman in a man's world," Raelin spoke. "And that's why you and Cane are in the situation you in now," Monet replied, causing Rae to look down. "Men have certain advantages. I'm teaching you how to even the playing field."
"You see how I got Detective Ramirez on lock," Monet said. Diana tilted her head at her mother, with a smirk resting on her lips. "Ma, that's easy. You sleeping with the caught-up nigga." She spoke. "Listen, any thot can give a man some pussy. But if sex is the best thing you think you have to offer, then you underestimate yourself and how much a man needs a woman he can depend on." She explained making the two softly nod their heads. "That's the secret to control."
The group of three quickly looked over to the windows of their house after hearing a vehicle pull up. Raelin squinted her eyes and discovered that the car was Ramirez's, "Doesn't look like he's under control," She remarked. "It's all apart of the plan," Monet assured, "Get him hooked on it, then take it away. Watch this." She spoke as she patted Raelin's thigh. Monet walked over to the door and stood in front of it as Ramirez smiled at the sight of her.
He tried to twist the knob but soon realized that it was locked. "Mo, stop playing. Open up," He said, still smiling. "That's the problem, you think I'm playing. You don't respect my boundaries, so from now on, I'll call you when I want to see you." She scolded, "What's the matter with you?" Ramirez questioned. "Let me come in and we can talk about this." He pleaded. "No, I have a business to run. You think my world stops because you show up?"
"I never said that," He replied. "Your actions say enough. You show up here all unannounced with nothing but hard dick and bubble gum and nothing to offer?" Monet snapped. "Why does everything have to be transactional with you? I just want to see you," He said. "Look, you're seeing me through the door. I said what I said." Monet continued. Ramirez looked at her with his eyes filled with sadness. "Fuck outta here!" She yelled. He shook his head before obeying and walking down the porch.
