Both of them were just looking for sex until feelings got involved, secrets unfolded, and unconditional love was thrown into their whirlwind of violence, trust issues, and revenge. No matter the circumstances, the two were drawn together like magnet...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Are you crazy, Lani!? How could you do that to him?" Chanel asks me as we ride to my studio.
"Listen, I was just looking out for myself. Holloway is the type of cop that'll do something lowdown to get back at you. He was tryna take me to jail, basically, because I didn't wanna give him no play. If I had to throw Drummer under the bus, to save myself then so be it."
"Milani, you are my best friend so I'm gonna keep it real with you right now. You're being a selfish bitch. Everybody can see that Drummer wants you and he's your type. I know I told you not to fuck with him, but I've changed my mind. You need to give him a chance. Stop acting like you only care about yourself or you'll be lonely forever. You act like you don't want a relationship but deep down, I know you do. You're about to throw a man's life away to keep yourself out of trouble when you could've told Drummer about Holloway's plan then y'all could've figured out how to deal with it. You need to fix this before you lose the only man that seems to care about you." Chanel says as we get out of the car, our mouths dropping when we see glass all over the ground from the broken windows of the dance studio.
"OH MY GOD! What the fuck!!"
Being careful not to step on glass, I run inside and see a message on the wall in red paint that reads, "Next time, get your own man Bitch!"... My face distorts into a frown when I realize it has to be Ariyah.
"What are you doing, Lani?" Chanel asks me as I pull out my phone, calling Drummer who doesn't answer so I tell Chanel to call Brandon and tell him what happened.
Chanel and I clean up until Brandon and Drummer finally get to the studio, helping us scrub the paint off the walls with a Mr. Clean magic eraser sponge.
"Aite, ima head out." Drummer scoffs, throwing the sponge away.
"Nigga, you ain't going nowhere! Yo bitch did this and I work too damn hard for my shit to have it destroyed by a bitch who couldn't keep her nigga. You need to pay for this shit or ima call Holloway and have him arrest her ass, right after I find her and beat the shit outta her."
"Gone call him. You been fucking with the opps anyway. Take this lil money and don't call my phone no more. We ain't got shit to talk about."
Drummer pulls a stack of money out of his pocket and throws it at me, making it hit my face and fall onto the floor. Running towards him, I try to fight him, but Brandon catches me and holds us apart.
"Milani, you wrong for the shit with Holloway. He got a right to be mad at you. D, you ain't have to throw that money in her face. The only way we gone get rid of Holloway is by working together, meaning we gone have to let Lani in on the plan and gone get this shit over with. Y'all can argue later." Brandon says, making us both calm down.
"Damn, that shit crazy as fuck. Y'all really wanna do this?" I ask, after hearing the plan to get rid of Tony, Jarell, and Holloway. Apparently when Chanel grabbed Tony's phone at the dinner, she found out that the three of them were working together.
