Please excuse ANY errors.

April 1, 1999

~Tia's P.O.V~

Even though it was the middle of the day, I took a nice and relaxing bubble bath, then went straight to my bed to take a nap that was a little over an hour. Upon waking up, I threw on a long T-shirt, and slid my feet into my slides before making my way downstairs to my basement where Donald was making beats and writing songs. I'm sure that's exactly what he's doing. Entering the room, I remained quiet so he could finish recording, to not disturb his work. Donald quietly looked up at me.

"I accept your apology," I spoke.

Why did it take so long? Because he pissed me off and to lie and say I accepted his apology upon entering the house would've been a total lie.

"That doesn't mean that my feelings aren't hurt, because they still are. I'm just not as upset as I was," I sat down. "I've calmed down a lot."

"Thank you. I shouldn't have done that. It went too far. I wasn't expecting you to just creep out of the house like that. I thought you'd at least try to beat my ass," Donald chuckled. "You drew out an entire plan on your head right then and there."

"Mm, Lisa Lopes popped into my mind. However, I remembered how I'm not jail material. Besides, a cheating man is NEVER worth getting a record. My record is clean," I replied. "Besides, I don't know those people like that and I don't need slander. I have enough going on with the ongoing lies and truths about my life in the press."

"Well, you don't have to worry because like I said, I never cheated on you, nor did I conceive an infant child. I'm glad that you accept my apology. I understand why it took so long. You ain't want to lie and say you accept it and it becomes ongoing because if he receiving mixed signals," DeVanté replied. "So where's you go?"

"Nowhere really. I drove around."

"Why were you drenched with rain water?" He squinted. "What were you thinking?"

"Oh, I didn't have an umbrella. I did take a walk in the rain," I told him. "I had to cool myself down from that bull. Although I didn't want to go home, I wasn't expecting you to be at my house."

"You didn't answer my phone calls, so I came here knowing this would be where you'd go back to," DeVanté shrugged. "I had to get my woman back after I fucked around and found out."

I sighed, "okay. Well, that's all I came downstairs for," I stood up. "I'll be on my way now." I made my way towards the door.

"Get dressed," DeVanté spoke up.

I turned to him, "what for?"

"It's still date night," he replied. "I'm taking you out. That is if you're still up for it?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Depends on where we're going..?" I put all of my weight on one leg. "Sir, where are we going?"

"Tia, if you don't know me by now- I love you surprise my woman," he cocked his head to the side. My fiancée. Is that alright?"

"Is Jax coming?" I asked him.

He sighed, "Jax- he could come if that makes you feel better. I was just going to have my security come through. Jax has done so much today. You have no idea. He was very helpful with me when it came to you running away from home."

"Home? I live here," I replied.

"And at my house. Might as well say that shit as much as you're there. Same with me here. I know I don't pay shit. I'm well aware, but I'm still here. Just as you don't pay shit at my home, both are still our temporary home," he replied.

Leaning against the door, I rolled my eyes at him as I thought about it. Huffing, I replied to Donald, "All alright. Your security team it is. What should I wear?"

"Tia, it doesn't matter what I say because either way you'll dress up."

"Donald, there's levels to my dressing up. WHAT should I wear?"

"You should dress comfortably," he spoke, standing up. "It's laid back."

"Comfortably, I got you," I nodded, fixing to continue my path towards and out of the door.

I continued my path out of the door. "And Tia?" Donald called out, as I heard his footsteps approaching me from behind.

Feeling the heat from his body on my backside, I turned around. "Donald?"

"I'm sorry for ruining your day, but I'll swear that I'll make it up to you. I know it'll take a hell of a lot of making up, but in due time I'll get there. You hear me?" He lifted my chin. "Hmm?"

"I do," I whispered, staring up into his eyes.

"I love you and despite me being the reason you ran away, I really missed you," he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my lips. I threw my arms around him, tightly embracing him, and he rocked us from side to side. "I'll never do no shit like that to you for as long as I live. It made us both feel terrible. I don't like being the cause of your sadness."

"Okay, De," I whispered. "I'll hold you to it. I promise the same thing. I promise not to go that far," I told him. "I love you," I smiled. He pulled away slightly and kissed me on the lips. "Unless you break your promise," I added.

"Wait a minute, you only love me if I don't break my promise?" He joked. "I know what you mean though. Alright, please go ahead and get dressed, beautiful," he dropped his hand from my chin before planning a sweet kiss on my lips.

Leaving the basement, I went upstairs to my bedroom to get dressed. I showered not too long ago so that definitely should reduce the amount of time that it takes for me to get dressed. I put on a long orange bodycon dress and sat my open-toe platforms near my door. My hair is another story. I had to wash it earlier on account of how wet my hair became in the rain. I slapped some gel on my edges and slicked my hair up into two puffs. Upon finishing, I walked down the stairs in my slippers because I didn't like anyone wearing outside shoes in my home.

"Damn... Okay," Donald nodded.

"I know that it took me long, but my hair was nowhere near done," I spoke up.

"You're fine. They on my time, not the other way around," he shrugged.

"You still have to pay for said time if it's one of those occasions," I replied, walking towards the vestibule, and taking a seat at the bench.

"That's fine too, beautiful," DeVanté followed. He helped me strap up my heels.

As he placed a shoes on each foot, I took a good look at him. "Donald?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I thought you said to dress comfortably?" I raised my eyebrows. "That's not your usual comfortable gear."

"Things change. From here on out, I'm gon' try to match your genre of clothing. I don't want us to look like we don't belong together because I'm so dressed down. I know your style. THIS is you dressing down, but you still look good," he complimented. "I always see women dressed up and men dressed down. That shit tends to look awkward as fuck."

"But you also come out looking nice. You barely come out looking like who did it. It's fairly rare."

"Barely? That's a halfed-ass compliment," he cackled, "but that's how you see it. Your truth."

I folded my lips into my mouth, "I apologize. I didn't mean it like that."

"No, you're correct. I do sometimes leave the house looking crazy as hell," he grabbed his jacket. "One thing you can't say about Dalvin is that that nigga always be dressed to the nines. I'm taking a few pointers."

"Mr. Dalvin can dress, but I'd say for the most part he dresses casually. Nice nevertheless," I stood on my feet.

Donald pulled the front door open, and of course, the voice announced that the door had been opened.

"Why are we leaving from the front door when we're both parked in the garage?" I raised my eyebrows at Donald.

"Because our ride is waiting out front waiting on us," he nodded outside.

I stepped outside into the cool night air, Donald locked the door, and we made our way to Donald's large vehicle hand in hand. Donald opened the door, I stepped up the ledge and slid inside the vehicle, and Donald followed suit.

"Were you thinking of getting me back or getting your back blown out by some other nigga?" He eyed me.

"Huh?" I asked highly confused.

"I found the wrapper to the condom on the floor, which led me to search your car. I found the box of condoms and one separate from all the rest. It was intact, but the corner was ripped. Could you please explain that?" He asked me.

"Oh!" I snapped my fingers. "Damn... I was supposed to- planning on getting you back, but my emotions got the best of me. I cried again and forgot," I sighed.

"Mmm," he nodded. "I figured. I knew you wouldn't try no shit like that. However, that didn't stop it from crossing my mind," he chuckled. "My heart was beating out of my damn chest while I searched that damn car. How'd it get into the house?"

"I must've sat on it or stepped on it and brought it inside. After all, my clothes were soaking wet," I told him.

After a while of driving, we pull up to the mall. I have a store at this mall.

"Are you taking me shopping?" I questioned.

Donald chuckled, "nah. Nothin' like that," he turned to me. "Unless stores are open when we're done and it's what you want to do, then yeah." I shook my head no at Donald. He placed his shades over his eyes before he opened his door, and got out. "It's an actual date. Quality time if you will."

He got out of the car and went around to my side to open the door. Grabbing his hand, I stepped out of the car, then the door was closed shut by my fiancé. We made our way inside with our security behind and in front of us. The mall isn't too packed, but it's pretty full. We made our way past my store and I couldn't help but halt my steps to peek inside. I smiled and nodded at my employees. Donald chuckled at me, pulling me forward.

"This ain't no business thing, love," he whispered. "You know your business is going well. I know you're curious though. There are too many people staring. It's hard to stop someone who's constantly on the move."

We stopped at the elevator. I'm afraid of both escalators and elevators, but I also hate small spaces. However, the elevator is the safest. We wouldn't want anyone passing us on the escalator going in the other direction and pulling something.
Once it opened, Donald pulled me even closer as three people with a stroller exited the elevator. Our crew piled up inside the elevator and exited it on the first floor. We did more walking and made it to the theater. There were, of course, people trying to approach us, but our security prevented it. We did more walking and I realized we were closer to the theatre.

"We're going to the movie theater?" I asked him.

"Bingo," he nodded.

"Why-"

"Because we don't have to wait for food from a restaurant. The mall has many restaurants and we can get our food nice and hot. I already ordered and everything," he told me, answering the question I was going to ask him.

The question would've gone something like this, "why didn't he choose a regular movie theater?"

"Okay," I nodded, then frowned in confusion. "They'll ALLOW us to openly bring outside food in?"

"They gon' let US," he chuckled. "Ain't no dishonesty on my part. I informed these niggas- the establishment," he corrected himself with a smile, "of my doings. Get y'all ID ready and hand them to me."

We made it inside, to the counter, and waited in line like everyone else. I grabbed my ID from my wallet. Donald took it from me. We made it to the front and Donald lifted his shades to the top of his head.

"Hello, um- I rented a theatre room under the name DeGrate," Donald handed our IDs over and paid for the tickets with his card.

They checked out ID's. "Five tickets for Fallen. It'll be room F. All the way down to the right," she instructed with a smile.

I grabbed our IDs and handed them off to the respective individuals. We made our way in that direction. The double doors were opened and the entrance immediately caught my eyes. There are electric candles uniformly lined up on each side of the entrance. I shrieked in excitement as I turned to face Donald. My arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, bringing him down to my level to plant a kiss on his lips. Our lips slowly moved in sync against one another as he wrapped his arms around my body, cupping my backside.

"Wait," he pulled away with a chuckle. "You ain't even seen the rest of the room. All you see are candles," he laughed. "Come."

Once we made it down that hallway, I saw the dozens of bouquets of flowers, some had lights between them, and some were extremely large, larger than me. I gasped aloud. A clothes table was set in the middle of the room with flowers, wine glasses, plates, spoons, forks, knives, and a real candle that's pretty large that's between the two bouquets of flowers.

"This is so beautiful," I turned to Donald, hugging him tightly. I felt his heart beating extremely hard. "Thank you, babe..."

Pulling away from the tight hug, we were engrossed in a deep kiss with my arms still wrapped around him, just not as tightly as before.

"Anything for my lady," he whispered against my lips. Hand in hand, we pulled away with his staring deeply into my eyes. "Like I said, I know this doesn't fix the pain that I made you feel, but I'm trying. You accepting my apology also doesn't mean that either. Come take a seat." He lifted my arm of my head and led me to the recliner seat.

"What will we be watching? They didn't say anything at the counter," I questioned as I took a seat.

"Except they did. Fallen with Denzel Washington," he replied taking his seat.

"Oh, okay. I have seen previews recently on it. Hopefully, it's good," I replied.

"It's a Denzel flick. This shit gon' be good."

"Mm, I don't know about that Donald. The Devil in a Blue Dress film was straight trash," I laughed.

"You see, I ain't see that shit, so I wouldn't know," he chuckled. "I trust your perspective."

Smiling, I shook my head at him. I can't believe that I'm in love with someone who's also in love with me. I was so scared to fall in love again, but I'm here with this man who knows what to say and do when it comes to me. Being in love like this is very emotional for someone like myself, but a good kind of emotional.

"Thank you," I told him with a cheese.

Donald tilted his head at me, "babe..." He trailed off, snatching his shades from his head and folding it onto the top of his shirt. "You're getting emotional. I can tell and you gon' get me there too," he chuckled, soothingly rubbing my arm. "You know, you were barely like this when we were just friends," he chuckled.

"Because we were just friends. That was platonic and this is romantic," I explained to him. "We're in an entirely different space." He kissed my tears as he thumbed the back of my hand. "You're gentle."

"I'm supposed to be. I don't believe in being rough with a woman, especially mine; my future wife," he responded. "Other than what happened between us that ripped us apart, I've always been gentle with you. Of course, we're in a different space. We're in love. Were you not expecting this from me with the change in the type of relationship we have?"

"You know... I didn't have many expectations when this went from platonic to romantic," I told him. "I've never even seen you in love."

Donald shook his head at me. "A lie of I've ever heard it."

"Oh, you mean with Lady? I never bought that and you even said-"

"Tia, I mean with you. I've been in love with you from the jump. It's just more rich now. Strong and mature. You know?" He twisted his mouth.

"I do," I nodded.

"Here are you guys' food," Jax handed it off to us.

"Oh, my God," I moaned as the smell of Cinnabon wafted up my nose.

"Thanks, man," Donald grabbed the bags.

"You're welcome," Jax walked off.

"Thanks!" I shouted.

"Babe, you need to chill with that moaning shit in front of people," he chuckled. "I'm laughing, but I'm also serious."

"Babe, I couldn't help it," I replied. "I'll definitely work on it though."

"Okay," he nodded, removing all the containers from the bags. He wiped his hands with the sanitizing wipes. "Lately you've been slowly stepping into Chinese food again, so that's what we have now. That and some salmon from that one spot for you. That's what you like, right?"

"Yes, sir," I nodded.

He turned to me, "you're SUPPOSED to say: yes, papi," he chuckled.

"Yes, papi," I did as he said, then laughed. "It's supposed to come naturally."

"Exactly, it should've came naturally to that ass."

"It comes naturally when I'm about to cum or make you cum. I'm not trying to turn you up in this theater, DeGrate," I chuckled. "Too public and the camera's..." I looked around the room.

"Noted," he nodded, looking around the room with me. "Shrimp fried rice," he placed some on our plates. "Low mein, crab Rangoon, steamed broccoli, salmon, and your Cinnabon," he plated the food but sat the individual packed Cinnabon next to my plate. "Beef and broccoli for myself."

I noticed the blanket. It tends to become pretty cold in movie theaters, so it's very much needed.

"I'm starving," I spoke, grabbing my plastic spork and popping it out of its plastic.

"Shit, me too. I ain't eaten shit since this morning. Your ass had me worried as hell," my fiancé replied. "I was scared as fuck."

"You've been doing so much cursing," I chuckled. "At first, you toned it down."

"Mm," he nodded. "I have been tonin' that shit down a little, so you ain't as used to it no more." I I can't NOT curse AND be abstinent."

"For sure. You do you though. I'm just saying," I replied.

"Don't say that."

"Say what, love?" I asked him.

"You do you. Nahhh, I don't like the sound of that. It sounds as if you want me to go my own way. Please, rearrange your words," he instructed.

Nodding, I agreed. "Okay."

"When do you want to open your gifts?" He inquired and I looked at him confused.

"Gifts? What gifts?" I look around the room.

He scooted them in front of me. "These gifts."

"I hadn't noticed them," I replied.

"I see. It's crazy because your ass is hella observant," he chuckled.

"I'll open it later. I want to eat," I told him. "Let's silently pray over this food," I held onto his hand.

After prayer, the lights slowly faded into darkness as the screen lit up. The previews began and I smiled over at my man. I slowly began to eat my dinner. Throughout the duration of the movie, we watched but also were sort of childish by throwing popcorn at one another.

"Whew, that was some good shit. That was a good ass movie, babe," Donald said a loud as the end credits began to roll.

"It definitely was. I'd like to watch it again someday. Imagine if it were just like that. Bump into somebody and you're instantly possessed?" I raised my eyebrows as the lights came on again.

"Don't tell me that you believe in that possession shit?" He chuckled and I gave him a look. "Really?"

"Yeah, I do. It's just not like that. You don't?"

"Hell naw!" He cackled. "I grew up in church and them mothafuckas be faking it for the funk."

"It has nothing to do with church. There are other things with proof. What do you call it then?" I asked him.

"Shit, I call it how I see that shit. That's either the real them, they crazy as hell, or they're just in a bad ass space in life," Donald shrugged. "THAT'S how I look at that shit."

I nodded, "interesting... What an interesting take on it."

"I'd say that yours is more interesting. Why do you believe it?" Donald questioned.

"Because while growing up, I've experienced some things of the other world. Some bizarre things," I replied. "It's when I was in a dark place that I experienced those things."

He heavily sighed, "okay. I understand. When I was in a bad place, I experienced some things too. However, I blamed the drugs. You know? Psychosis or some shit. It wasn't real. While abusing some drugs, they make you sleep and take you to another dimension while others just keep you awake and do the same thing." He spoke as he began packing everything up.

"Mm," I nodded. "Well, now we know where we both stand on the topic," I chuckled with a shrug. "It is what it is."

"Hmm," he shrugged once again. "Do you want to open your gifts now?" He inquired.

"Give it to me baby," I sang the Rick James song. "That's a wild video."

"No, for real!" He cackled. "That nigga came home from being out with other women to his woman waiting at home. Drunk and high as a kite. Then had the fuckin' nerve to say she wouldn't make love to him and was upset about it. Shit, could you blame her?"

"If I were her, I wouldn't even be waiting up for him because I'd know exactly what he's doing. All of my things would've been gone before he got back. Shoo, some of his too. Don't even play with me," I laughed.

Donald gave a throaty chuckle. "Damn, okay then. I probably would've been on some Lisa Lopes shit. Cheesin' and shit on my mugshot and everything," he cackled.

"I can't stand you!" I cackled with tears coming from my eyes.

"Mmm, well luckily we both don't have to worry about that shit," he told me. "If so, I'd been worried as hell because your words are concerning."

"They aren't. Yours are more concerning. I just said I'd leave with mine and some of his things," I replied. "Your behind is talking about a mugshot and burning houses down."

"I don't put that burning shit up past you though," he squinted.

"So today didn't teach you anything?" I asked him.

"No, or definitely taught me a lot. However, when it comes to you, if we're married and I were to do some fuck shit, it would be different. Marriage is harder to just walk away from. It comes with much more than just a regular relationship," he explained. "I'm sayin' this because if I'm locked in and some shit were to go down, I don't know how I'd react. They may catch your ass on an episode of Snapped."

"Mm, your theory of me could be right..." I nodded with a shrug. "But luckily we won't have to find out, right?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Right," he agreed. "Aye... Not going to lie, that shit kinda-"

"DeVanté..." I tapped his leg.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"We both knew what you were going to say," I chuckled.

"Listen, I'm just sayin'!" His pitch rose.

"Mmhm," I opened the jewelry box.

"Yup! You like that shit?" He asked me. "I have to ice my wife out a little because I know you don't do too much when it comes to jewelry."

"Fiancée; because we aren't married yet," I chuckled.

He smacked his lips, "I said what I said. Shit, it's how I already think of you. You're amazing."

"You're amazing," I gushed. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome," he smiled.

I opened the other box which revealed perfume. I sprayed a little on a corner piece of my sleeve, avoiding my skin, "mm, it smells pretty good. Fruity... Like I like them," I slapped him on his booty.

"Tia," Donald grabbed my hand. "C'mon now... Don't do that. And did you just call me fruity?" He tilted his head.

"I meant the taste," I winked.

"Cameras," he nodded up to the corner of the room. He lowered his tone, "and that's a lie. My shit ain't nasty, but on rare occasions, such as if I've eaten something sweet," he gave me a look with a sly chuckle, "it is sweet. You forgot that I'm the type of nigga that kiss you afterward. I don't give no fucks," he laughed.

"Yeah, you're a different breed. From what I hear, most men don't do that. They think it's weird," I shook my head. "I don't understand it."

"Well, it ain't up to us to understand others. We understand one another and that's what counts. Fuck what them other folks do and think," he waved his hand. "You meant me." He held out his arms, then dropped his hands as if they were broken. "You might be right."

Laughing, I playfully pushed Donald, "irritating."

"Psyche nah. You KNOW me," he gave me a look as he emphasized his words.

"I apologize," I told him, putting my shoes on. "I KNOW you," I repeated after him.

"I don't like the fact that my ass did a little jiggle," Donald chuckled at me. "You good, but I hate that part."

"It did?" I asked him with widened eyes. "Let me see."

Laughing, he pushed my hand and moved away. "Quit playing!"

"Alright!" I laughed. "I won't do it again today."

"Why would you want to see your mans ass jiggle?" He inquired with confusion.

"Research purposes only," I replied.

"Oh, really? But when I want a taste test for research purposes, what am I supposed to do?" He asked me.

"Alright," I stood up. "Time to go!"

"So when it has something to do with you, end of conversation, huh?" He squinted.

"Sir, we're not even supposed to be touching so much on the topic. Last night is supposed to be our last until we wed," I told him. "Your idea. Remember?"

"And it is. That shit doesn't mean I can't speak on it."

"Speaking often leads to doing. That's why I'm saying it's time to go, so we can actually do that," I laughed.

"Alright," he tied the bags up.

"I feel so bad for all the popcorn that was thrown," I told him.

"You should because you were the main one doing it," he laughed. "We good. It didn't travel far."

"That foot massage you gave me was out of this world."

"Mm, that's what happens when you date an extraterrestrial nigga," he held out his hands, purposely bending his crooked fingers even more.

I hurled over in a squatting position, laughing and crying at the same time. Donald stood above me, laughing hard. When I was done, I stood up, giggling here and there.

"I love you, DeGrate," I wrapped my arms around him, kissing his lips.

"I love you too."

"Mhm, now let's head to your UFO," I pulled away, then walked away, and waved him over. The both of us began cackling again.

"I can't stand you. I gotta take a pitstop to the human piss station before we go or I'll piss on myself," he said through his cackles.

"Yeah, same. I belong there though. We ARE an interspecies couple," I reminded him.

"Yeah, and I picked the most mentally ill human I could find."

"JAIL!" I shouted, laughing, while pointing to the exit. "You need help."

"You and I both," Donald replied. "I feel like I smoked some chronic and were just goofing off because of it."

"I feel like that a lot. Now you see how I feel?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Mhm, I'm definitely enjoying my high off your energy," he told me. "We're just bouncing off each other."

"Oooh, the imagery that just popped into my head..." I eyed him. "Bouncing off each other? Whew!"

Donald smacked his lips at me. "Your little freaky ass," he chuckled. "Let's take this pitstop, then to the UFO it is."

We made our way down the hallway. He pushed open the door, catching our security team's attention.

"We taking a pitstop to the restrooms, then we could head to the UFO," Donald told them and they gave us a confused expression.

"Why would you say that?" I ask, laughing again. "He means the truck."

"Potato, patata!" Donald replied.

Jax deeply inhaled, "nahhh, ion smell no weed. Uh-oh! You know what that means?" He looked over at Apollo.

"It's that other shit!" Apollo joked.

Donald shook his head. "Never that. We're just high off each other's energy. I'm feeling a little more hyper than Tia," Donald chuckled. "Imma calm down though."

We made it to the restrooms and Donald handed them our bags of food right along with my gifts. After all was done, we finally made our way to the car and to Donald's home since his house is closer. We're tired as ever, but we still stayed up acting a fool together.

April 3, 1999

~Bianca's P.O.V~

"Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait a damn minute, what the fuck you sayin'?" Yasir stood up and slowly began walking across the room towards me.

"You heard me," I told him, not feeling an ounce of regret for my decision.

"You did WHAT!?" Yasir picked up his pace, charging at me as I began walking backward towards the wall. He pushed me against the wall with his forearm tightly against my neck. "All this damn time it was YOU?" He spoke with complete pure malice in his tone. The pressure of his arm against my throat tightened so much that I heard a small cracking noise. "Who told you to do some shit like that? Why the fuck you do some shit like that? Who gave you that right?" He lowered his voice, but the malice in his voice stayed the same.

He removed his arm from my neck and I took a deep breath. "That bitch deserved it!" I spat my words out like the way I would spit in Tia's face if she were around. "You see how that BITCH treated you!?" I reasoned. "She deserved it," I stated more calmly, moving away from the wall and closer to him, as he had slightly backed away. "She made you look like a fool and aggressor. Had everybody against you. And for what? She has the money, fame, and all the people kissing her ass."

He slammed me against the wall again, he began to speak. "You fucked up. I was wondering how that shit got out. All this time I thought maybe it was that color-eyed nigga she with, but it was you all along?" He squinted his eyes at me. "Why? Why in the FUCK would you do that? Who gave you the right to spread information about MY sister? Got everybody thinkin' it was me at that? Who THE FUCK do you think you are?"

"You. You gave me the right once you opened your mouth to tell me about her issues which she has so many. That wasn't as bad as you think. She has deeper issues, especially with you. She CLEARLY HATES you!" I yelled in his face.

Putting his hands around my neck, tightly squeezing, he repeatedly bumped my head against the wall, as my body lifted from the ground. "The fuck is your problem!? HUH!? THAT'S MY FAMILY, BITCH. DON'T YOU EVER DO NO SHIT LIKE THAT AGAIN! YOU UNDERSTAND!?" Yasir asked me as tears strained from my eyes due to lack of oxygen. He loosened his hand from around my neck so I could speak.

I finally was able to gasp out a breath, "yes," I coughed out.

He harshly bopped my head against the wall repeatedly, before letting me go and backing away. I fell to the floor, coughing even more.

"The sight of this bitch just makes me more upset..." He mumbled to himself as he pinched his nose bridge of his nose. "Bitch, you fucked up and you fucked up bad too." He pointed at me with a stoned face.

"I got even," I told him, still feeling bold. "She had the NERVE to kick us BOTH OUT? Who does the bitch think she is? She humiliated us too? And you thought I was just gon' let that shit slide?" I questioned.

"It ain't your job to do SHIT when it comes to my sister!" He threw his hand into the air with anger as he began making his way towards me again. "You ever do some shit like that again, you gon' see what the fuck happens to you! You do what the fuck I say, not go making decisions on your own about MY family. Get the fuck out of my sight!" He seethed, dismissing me.

Tears began streaming down my face, "what?" I asked him. "I did it for you! I did it for US!"

"Do you want me to fuck you up? If not, I suggest you get the fuck out of my sight!" He yelled at me coming in my direction.

I sped walked away from him and entered the bedroom with a grumble. Plopping down on the bed, I sat there for a while. Yasir is mad at me all because of this bitch. I don't know why he's so upset after all she's done to him. Besides, that literally got me paid a lot of money for that information. I became an inside once Yasir and I got together. We've been together for a couple of years now. Sure he was with his kids' mother, but he came home to me many nights. That's my man and I will stick beside him. I want a family with him. He's a great man, father, and overall a great human being.

I hate the fact that his sister caused so much drama in his life and has everyone against him as if he's not a great person. I love him so much, but I despise his sister. That bitch purchased her power with all of her money. The worst sister award goes to that bitch, because she didn't even make it to average in ANY departments. Fuck that slut. Deciding to call my friend, who's been helping me because she has ties to some of everything.

"Hey, girl. Hey!" Lady answered the phone with her bubbly personality.

"Hi, we need to lay off that bitch for a while. You know? Yasir is upset with me at the moment and- yeah..." I trailed off, hugging. "This nigga is trippin'."

"Lay off of her? BITCH, you OWE ME!" Lady yelled into the phone. "All that damn money I gave you. That shit wasn't free. It came with a price. EVERYTHING comes with a price."

"Whatever girl," I chuckled.

Yasir entered the room. "You gon' confront my sister and apologize," he instructed.

"I thought you wanted me out of your sight?" I squinted as I hung up the phone.

"Are you listening?" Yasir asked me.

"I heard you," I shrugged. "Doesn't mean I'll listen. That bitch deserves everything bad that has ever happened to her and everything coming to her."

Yasir 's head jerked back. "Coming to her? Fuck you mean? You ain't finna do shit to my sister. Your scary ass ain't even want to fight 'er. You were too damn scared to do that!"

"If I hit her, imagine what would've happened. We were in their territory. You saw how your mother took up for that bitch?" I asked him. "Me against everyone else? Hell no!"

"Girl, my sister was ready to go toe to toe with your ass ALONE," he chuckled. "You were just scared."

"Listen, I love you and you better realize that shit before it's too late. I can pull all types of strings. Don't fuck with me!" I finally stood up to him. "I can ruin your life too. Look what I've been doing. You don't know me- the REAL me, nigga," I told him.

"You got strings? Don't you know that I got strings too? Bitch, I ain't scared of you," Yasir chuckled. "You don't intimidate me, bitch," he spoke in a threatening tone. "Fuck it wrong with you? Over here trying to intimidate a nigga like me. Now I would be wrong if I choked the fuck out of yo ass, wouldn't I?"

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"You damn right!" Yasir raised his tone. "You gon' do what the fuck I said. Your ass gon' apologize to her for that shit!" He pressed his index and middle fingers into my forehead, pushing me back.

"How?" I chirped out. "That bitch won't even allow you or me nowhere near her vicinity."

Yasir stood back in deep thought. "Well, when you do see her, you will do as I say. Correct?"

"Okay," I nodded, knowing there was no way Yasir or myself would get close to her.

They've got security with them all the damn time. I've been informed about them. As I've said before, I know people with strings. People with eyes everywhere.

"But don't you think you've gone too far with wanting me to apologize? Don't you know she probably knows where your children are? Don't you want to see them? You saw how your ex bitch was takin' up for that bitch you call sister. They're close!" I told him.

"Don't worry about my kids," Yasir shook his head. "I'll be able to see them eventually. They are safe is all that matters and I'm almost sure of that. I know they are good with their mama. I know my baby mama would do anything else to hurt my kids. She hurt them enough by pulling them out of my life, but she'll see. Once she realizes that you're all I want and not her, she'll bring them back around," he ranted.

My eyes instinctively rolled at him. "You don't care ENOUGH!" I told him. "Your kids need you. They could be callin' another nigga stepdad at this very moment!" His nostrils flared as I spoke. "Those kids need to be right HERE with their REAL dad!" I convinced him.

Besides, because I know his bitch ass sister loves them so much, she'll have no other option but to come around. Even if it's just for the kids, everything else will fall into place.

Author's Note: Plot twist, baby! How do you feel about Bianca and Lady? Do you still hate Yasir as much as you did before?

Word Count: 6,700

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