A trouble songstress stuck in the business with a crooked club owner. This club is in the middle of Harlem, this is her only job and all the big time drug dealers come to this club. The main attraction at this club would be Mona Lisa, nobody knows h...
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Mona Lisa
"King. Baby we have been here for two weeks. Can we leave now?" We have been hiding. After we killed Hova people were after us.
"You know why. Mona let's go. I'm tired of being cooped up in this damn room." She grabbed our things and we were left.
We got in our car and we started to drive. We didn't know where but we drove. We made it to this abandoned building at the edge of town.
"Mona you know imma take you away from this right?" She kissed every part of my face. Soft slow kisses.
"Baby you already did" I grabbed the back of her neck kissing her. At first slow but it grew passionate. My love for this girl is unconditional. She took my away from this but I miss my baby. I know she's in good hands with my mom though and as soon as we get away from these people following us I'll be back for my baby.
A couple hours we went to the top of the building. We sat for some hours just talking.
"Mona you know I love you. More than anything" King said.
"I love you too baby"
She grabbed my hand and kissed it. I couldn't ask for anything more.
"Sorry to break up the love fest" I recognized that voice anywhere. It was Morris.
"Y'all know this is over right." We turned and there he was with a gun in each hand right behind us.
I guess this was the end. My life, my job, my daughter, King. It is all about to be a memory. This may be the case but wherever King goes I won't be to far behind. I grabbed her hand so we can stand up together. We were on the ledge of the building and the crisp air was blowing a through our clothing. My grip on her hand tighten as I knew this was the end. All I could think of was king and my daughter. The only thing I want is that I want my daughter to know she was loved. I looked at Morris's cold face and knew there was no getting out of this I could give up now or be running for the rest of my life. I closed my eyes and fell back feeling the rush and release of falling. King was still holding my hand as we both lost together. I lost but at leastI lost with the love of my life. She kissed me. And all in the thirty slowest seconds of my life it was over.
