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Naala looked down at the address on her phone and then at the building she was sat in front of.

"A strip club?" She asked Gregory who was sat beside her in the car.

"This is where she is most days," He responded nodding his head. Naala breathed out and lifted up her purse.

"She's a very weird person," Naala mumbled to herself. "I'm ready," She added. The driver hoped out of the car immediately, running to open her door.

Her security was light today, only two bodyguards and Gregory of course. The building was ugly, beaten and bruised but the inside was amazing. The neon lights shone brightly as the ladies twirled on the poles expertly.

As soon as Naala walked in the building, she understood why Naleli loved to be here. It was like a different world.

"You're ridiculous," Naala heard from behind her. Gregory turned first and set his eyes on the brown skin female that was cladded in a all black lingerie set and matching stilettos.

Naala raised a brow, the girl was beautiful, doll like almost. But she had no idea who she was.

"Do I know you?" Naala questioned nicely. The girl laughed and shook her head.

"Do you know me?" She repeated. "Bitch you knew who I was last night,"

That's when it clicked for Naala, she must have been mistaking her for Naleli.

"I'm sorry to tell you this girl but I don't know who you are," Naala laughed. Gregory put his hand on her back to usher her away. The girl watched her walk away furiously, how dare she act as if she didn't know her.

They reached a back room where two of Naleli's men stood watch. Naala's men joined them and Gregory turned to her,

"I trust you will be okay on your own," Gregory said pointing to the door. Naala nodded and hiked her purse up her shoulder.

Without knocking, Naala pushed the door open which probably wasn't the best idea. Naleli was sat on her desk with her legs wide open and a female in between them with there head in Naleli's pussy.

"Oh my God," Naala squealed covering her eyes. The girl hopped up quickly, her light cheeks flushing red.

"Leli you said the door was locked," She whined trying to put her clothes back on.

"I lied." Naleli laughed. Naala was peeking through her fingers at the two. "Naala stop being dramatic," Naleli waved her off.

"There's two of you," The girl said with a puzzled look. Naala squinted her eyes at her. She had just caught her face fucking her twin and now was the time to be bewildered.

"Daja get out," Naleli said pulling up her panties. 'Daja' closed her mouth and followed the orders she was just given.

"Why am I here?" Naala huffed crossing her arms. Naleli sipped her drink that was on her desk and sat down.

"I wanted you to accompany me to a meeting with our supplier," Naleli informed her.

"I have kids Naleli you can't just summon me for things like that," Naala complained sitting across from her.

"It's a school day so I know you were either asleep or fucking our husband," Naleli laughed. Naala mugged her and played with the ring on her finger.

"I was sleeping you bitch," Naala said to her, which was a complete lie. She was fucking but not because she wanted to, because Dave was obsessed with the possibility of a child.

"And I'm an angel," Naleli said with a straight face. Naala waved her off and looked around the room.

"Why do you have a strip club?" Naala quizzed. "What do you gain from it?"

"Clean money," Naleli shrugged. "And the girls are a bonus," She smirked.

"I'm not surprised about that," Naala replied. Naleli was quite the flirt at all times.

"Who are we going to see?" Naala asked bringing out her cellphone. She answered a few texts and looked up,

"He's one of our biggest suppliers, Eli wants to make sure he will stay onboard during this war we have going on," Naleli said twirling around in her chair. "He supplies cocaine Naala,"

"I'm not stupid," Naala laughed rolling her eyes.

"Questionable," Naleli mumbled. Naleli took in her sister's appearance, she looked worn out. Her hair was in a messy bun and she wore simple clothes, not all designer like normal.

"What's wrong with you Princess?" She asked staring directly at Naala.

"Do you actually care or are you being funny?" Naala mumbled, slipping her phone back into her purse.

"I don't care," Naleli replied honestly running a hand through her hair, "But you look terrible and every other time I've seen you, you look somewhat presentable,"

"Gee thanks," Naala scoffed. She knew she looked bad but she didn't have the motivation to look nice when no one ever saw her.

"So tell me what's wrong or hold it in. It's up to you," Naleli shrugged.

"Everything is getting on top of me," Naala hesitated to say. "I feel pressured to be the best and then Amir," She trailed off not wanting to tell Naleli too much. There was also no hiding that Naleli was born for this life, whereas Naala was new to it.

"Naala you are as much as a leader as I am. You know how to shoot a gun, that's all you need. Your husband will have to suck it up and you need to put in overtime in the bedroom." Naleli said leaning forward. "Now stop being a brat and let's go,"

"Can I at least go home and change?" Naala asked standing up as well. After that comment about her appearance she wanted to change asap.

"If you stop whining," Naleli said over her shoulder. When the door opened, the men grew alert, standing to attention.

"Princess?" Gregory called out, "Stand by me," He added. They were being very wary about Naala and Naleli travelling together. Only a few knew of the twins but once it got in the wrong hands, they would be in grave danger.

Gregory and one other guard walked Naala back to the car, "Can we make a stop at the house first?" She asked the driver who was holding the door open.

"Of course," He nodded closing the door behind her. Naala saw the door on the opposite side open and Naleli slid in.

"I thought I would ride with the Princess," She smirked at Naala.

"Why are you so annoying?" Naala asked her, bringing out a bottle of water. She picked out the Plan B in her bag and took it with a sip of water.

"I didn't know married couples used contraception," Naleli nodded towards the empty packet.

"I'm not about to have a baby in the middle of a war," Naala muttered. That was the excuse she planned to give Dave when it came down to it.

"Smart," Naleli nodded looking out of the window, "Who would of thought you could be smart?"

"What's your problem with me?" Naala snapped, "You're always making mean comments," Normally Naala would ignore it but it was everyday and the more time they spent together the worse it became.

"I don't like you," Naleli said simply. "I'm not fake, if I don't like you then I'm gonna be up front about it,"

Naala scoffed and looked at her, "You don't even know me,"

"I know everything about you," Naleli admitted. "Especially that you let that man beat you for 3 years. You're weak and that's what I hate about you, therefore I do not like you," She finished. Naala didn't know what to say,

"Who told you about that? Mom?" Naala questioned, twiddling with her fingers. Suddenly she felt embarrassed.

"You think I would have a twin sister and not do my research? I followed you most times, was in the places you were. You may think I'm a bitch but I did want to know you. There was a time, on our birthday, he took you out. I followed you guys and I saw him hit you before he got out of the car." Naleli explained. "That was the last time I followed you,"

Naala didn't realise she was crying until a tear dropped on her hand. She wiped her face quickly, Naala did not cry anymore. She found crying to be a waste of time and energy, why cry when you can scream instead was her mindset.

"Stop talking," Naala said to her. "You don't know me, you know who I used to be,"

"Naala I hate to break it to you but you're still the same," Naleli responded, her voice flat. "I'm waiting for you to boss up and stop letting people walk all over you,"

Naala didn't reply, she continued to scroll through her work emails, barely paying attention to them. She wished Gregory was at the back with her and not Naleli.

Pressing a button, the partition came down and Naala sat forward,

"Greg can you swap with her?" She said loud enough for Naleli to hear.

"Don't be so childish Naala," Naleli laughed nudging her shoulder. Naala didn't find anything funny.

The rest of the ride was slow and painful for Naala but exhilarating for Naleli - she loved making her uncomfortable.

When they pulled up at Naala's house, Gregory got out of the car. He helped Naala out and she went inside the house. A pair of unfamiliar shoes were by the door, shoes that did not belong to Naala.

"Amir?" Naala called out dropping her purse on the side.  Alex, their maid appeared from the pantry.

"Oh you're back so soon," She smiled, "I just served your husband and his guest some lunch, should I fix you a plate?"

His guest? Naala asked herself. Her mind started racing and she hoped she wasn't right.

"No thank you Alex, where exactly is my husband?" Naala asked looking around.

"I believe he's in his office," The woman replied. Naala thanked her and went towards Dave's office which was really a room he turned into one. The sound of giggling threw Naala off.

Instead of knocking like she normally would, she pushed the door open and set her eyes on him and another woman. Dave was sat behind the desk while she was across, with a big smile of her face.

"Naala you're back," Dave said standing up. Naala looked between the two, with a blank face.

"I am," Naala nodded, "I hope I'm not interrupting," She said staring the girl down. She was beautiful, Naala had to admit.

Her chocolate brown skin was smooth and free of any blemishes. She had a wide nose, which suit her and a pair of thick lips to match. Naala found herself comparing herself to the woman.

"No this is Tommie, my label sent her in to shadow me for a bit," Dave answered walking over to her. Naala's eyes didn't leave 'Tommie'. She looked so familiar to Naala but that night in Vegas was so long ago.

Dave on the other hand remembered Tommie very well, however he didn't see the probably hiring someone that has made a move on him.

"You're fucking my husband?" Naala asked ignoring Dave's presence next to her. "Because if you are I would hope you would have respect not to do it in my house," Naala went on. Tommie smirked at Naala, this was the reaction she needed.

"I might be," Tommie shrugged. Naala laughed loudly.

"I'm gonna kill you," Naala pointed at Dave, who was pulling Tommie to the side.

"Tom don't say shit like that," Dave said to her lowly.

"Oh you even have nicknames huh?" Naala chuckled to herself before she picked up the globe on Dave's desk and launched it at the two.

"Naala chill the fuck out," Dave shouted at her. Tommie moved from behind Dave with a wide smile.

"I dare you to touch me bitch," Tommie said, her voice taunting Naala.

Naala couldn't listen to anymore of it, she was gonna was gonna wipe that smile off her face. She tried to run round Dave and drag Tommie but Gregory heard the scuffle, busting into the office.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Dave snapped in her face. Naala drew her head back and used her pointer finger to move his face back.

"No what the fuck are you doing?" Naala replied. "I just walked in on you with another woman and this bitch has the cheek to smile at me,"

Gregory stepped back letting Naala do her thing, he wouldn't step unless she needed him.

"We were talking, it's work," Dave answered looking at her weirdly.

"Lunch requires a whole buffet?" Naala pointed at the several plates of food laid out for them. "You think I'm stupid?" Naala laughed.

"You're acting mad insecure right now," Dave mumbled dropping his hand from her arm.

"Have sex with someone else I dare you." Naala said. "I will kill both of you, and I mean it," Naala pointed before turning on her heels and leaving the room, Gregory following behind her.

"Why you working her up for?" Naala faintly heard Dave say to Tommie.

She was furious, Naala wasn't the same person anymore, she wasn't just going to roll over and keep letting him treat her like shit - he was gonna learn.

Naala changed into a black Chanel dress and a pair of YSL heels. She slicked her hair back and picked her favourite sunglasses sliding them over face. She changed her purse over.

"Naala you're overreacting," Dave said coming into the room. Naala ignored him, moving around the room putting on her jewellery.

"Don't touch me," Naala muttered getting out of his grip. "Your girlfriend is downstairs waiting for you," She said spraying perfume.

"It's not what you think," Dave stressed standing in front of the door.

"Get out of my way before I scream," Naala said emotionlessly. Dave was confused, normally Naala would be in tears but today it looked like she didn't care.

"Scream for who?" Dave responded. "Stop acting like this Naala," He lowered his voice,

"Let her give you a baby because I'm not doing it anymore," Naala said strapping her Patek on her wrist.

"You don't mean that," Dave mugged. "I'm not fucking her, you're real delusional,"

"So what is she doing in my house?!" Naala snapped at him.

"We're working," Dave shrugged. He didn't see a problem with Tommie being in the house, he wasn't trying to fuck with her.

"Working on what?" Naala asked, "Y'all were sitting down having a nice little picnic in our home Amir, where our kids stay,"

"You're blowing this out of proportion. Tommie isn't sweating you so what's the problem?" Dave said stupidly.

Naala stared at him, waiting for him to get out of the way. When he realised that she wasn't going to talk, he stepped out of the way.

"You better hold onto her tight tonight," Naala said over her shoulder. Dave called her bluff but Naala was serious.

"What's the matter with you?" Naleli asked when Naala got back into the car and slammed the car door.

"I'm sick of people playing me like I'm an idiot," Naala said angrily, pushing her glasses up her nose. "My whole life, people treat me like I'm dumb," She was tired of it, Naala couldn't wait to prove everyone wrong.

"Then do something about it," Naleli smirked. "So what are we doing?"

Naala turned her head to look at her, their eyes piercing each other. After a few moments, they broke into big smiles. Call it twin telepathy but they both knew the plan.

~~

"I hope your wife isn't angry with me," Tommie said softly. Her and Dave were now at her place. They decided to move their work meeting to her house.

"Nah she can be like that sometimes," Dave replied. Tommie nodded and looked back at the tv.

"I think you should go home. You're a married man and I —" Tommie started to ramble on even though she didn't care. She was in too deep now. She had Dave exactly where she wanted him.

"Nah, I'm enjoying your company so I'm not leaving," Dave said relighting his blunt. They were high as fuck and Tommie was giving him something to do.

"I heard y'all arguing, you want more kids?" Tommie questioned twirling her hair around her finger.

Dave didn't notice that Tommie was listening, he wasn't really bothered, his and Naala's relationship was practically public knowledge. Dave truly felt that Naala was pushing him to the side because of her new job, they barely spoke unless they were fucking.

Tommie fit into that gap. She pretended like she cared about him, about anything he had to say. But in reality, Tommie wanted what Naala had, she wanted the fancy cars and the big house, she wanted it all.

"I do," Dave nodded. "I want another kid but we just lost one," Dave spilled senselessly, his high taken over all his senses. Tommie was sitting back taking it all in.

"Oh wow really?" She frowned sadly. "That must have been hard for you guys," She put her hand over his. Surprisingly he didn't move his hand, he let her caress it.

"I didn't get a chance to even grieve cuz I had to be there for her," Dave opened up. Tommie nodded and inched closer.

"Tell me what you're thinking," She said before putting her head on his shoulder. Dave froze up but didn't tell her to move, he just kept talking.

"She shut me out, and didn't even let me give the baby a name. Every child we've lost, she gets to be the sad one and I have to be the strong one - but that ain't fair,"

"They were your babies just as much as they were hers," Tommie answered sympathetically. "I'm here for you if you ever want to talk," She rubbed his chest lightly.

"I appreciate that," Dave said looking at her. Tommie lifted her head up and stared at his lips, waiting for him to make the first move.

He leaned down and their lips brushed against each other, and he kissed her lightly. The lips moved in sync until the sound of glass breaking and several alarms going off alerted them both. Dave jumped to his feet and looked out the window.

"Bro what the fuck?" He dragged out putting his slides on.

"What happened?" Tommie said getting up as well. Still reeling from the kiss, she joined him by the window and gasped.

"My car," She screeched. Dave cursed and slid his jacket back on. When they made it outside, Tommie's car was in flames. The windows were bust in and all the tires were slashed.

Everyone in the apartment building was flocking towards the fire, some with cameras videoing the scene.

"It's alright I'll get you a new car," Dave said to stop her loud screeching. Inside Tommie was ecstatic but she had to keep up the facade.

"But my car!" She shouted pointing to it. Tommie didn't have any enemies in New York, she barely associated with anyone so she couldn't think of who could have done this.

Dave's phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out. He clenched his jaw at the message and blew out a breath.

"I've got to go," He said putting his hand on Tommie's shoulder. She whipped her head around at him,

"My car is on fire and you need to leave?" She asked crossing her arms. Dave raised his eyebrows, she couldn't be trying to check him, one kiss didn't mean anything.

"Shit what do you want me to do? I ain't the fire crew. Look I said I'll sort it out," He grumbled pulling out his car keys.

"Whatever," Tommie rolled her eyes. Dave walked away, he was barely focused on Tommie - he had other shit to sort out.

Dave sped down the streets of Brooklyn, his hands wrapped tightly around the wheel. The streets passed like a flash as he jetted towards the home. His mind wandered as he cruised, his wife was now a completely different person and he didn't know if it was a good or bad thing.

They had finally gotten back together but it was like she was no longer Naala his wife, she was Naala the co-leader of a drug cartel. The other night, he woke up to her ordering for someone to be killed - that wasn't Naala.

He feared that Naleli was rubbing off on her and that scared him.

He pulled up outside the house and let the driver take the car into the garage. All the men were posted up outside the house so he knew Naala was home.

"Boss," One of them nodded at him with a firm face. Dave returned the nod and dapped him up,

"You been keeping my wife safe?" He said making light conversation,

"Absolutely but she doesn't need it," He replied keeping his head straight. Dave looked at him with a look of suspense.

Instead of dwelling, he went into the house. He heard the sound of chatter and laughs meaning Naala had company. As he got closer to the sounds, he realised Naala and her sister were sat comfortably on the couch, drinking wine.

"... he is so fine but not my type," Dave heard Naala giggle. He cleared his throat and made himself known.

"Oh hello," Naleli smirked. "You didn't tell me hubby was coming home tonight," She said to Naala.

Naala sipped her drink and looked over at me, "I thought I told you to stay where you were,"

"We're not doing this in front of your sister," Dave replied making Naala laugh and put her glass down,

"See what I mean?" She directed her question to Naleli who nodded and stood up,

"Lucky I was just leaving," Naleli said with a smile, "Think about what I spoke to you about," She said to Naala before walking in Dave's direction.

"Be easy on her," Naleli winked before patting his shoulder and walking past him and out of the front door.

Naala finished off her glass and put it back down, opening up another bottle and topping it up.

"I think you've had enough," Dave pointed out walking over and snatching the bottle away from her.

"Did you get my gift?" Naala smirked leaning back on the couch. Just like that, his suspicions were confirmed.

"Why did you blow her car up Naala? What's wrong with you?" Dave said calmly, playing with his beard. He was going to take this lightly because he didn't know how she would respond.

"She played me. She played with me in my home," Naala shrugged, "I was gonna do your car but you're my kids father - I would hate to take them to a funeral I caused,"

Dave stared at Naala disgusted in her behaviour. He didn't even know who she was anymore, he was looking at a stranger.

"You're crazy," Dave shook his head. "She could have died," Dave shouted,

"Damn, she didn't?" Naala muttered to herself. That was the plan, to make sure Tommie could never smile in her face again.

"I guess I'll have better luck next time," Naala said drinking her wine. She was drunk but she knew what she was doing. "Better get her pregnant quick, you don't know when I might strike again," She smiled looking over at him.

"Naleli put you up to this?" Dave questioned sitting across from her. "She's been filling your head up with all that bullshit huh? Naala this isn't you,"

That triggered Naala, making her slam her cup down, the red liquid sloshing onto the carpet slightly.

"Why isn't it me? Because I'm not rolling on my back and letting you fuck me till I apologise? Hm?" Naala shouted. "Because I'm not in tears begging you not to leave me?"

"I never once forced you to stay with me," Dave replied. Naala stood to her feet, rocking slightly from the alcohol.

"Like I said, I told you to stay where you were," Naala said before walking away slowly dismissing what he had to say. She was headed to the kitchen to get a snack.

"Aight I'm leaving then," Dave shrugged picking up his keys.

"Make sure she knows I'll kill you both," Naala called over her shoulder. "Keep playing with me Amir, I want you to,"

Dave smacked his teeth and walked behind her. She was reaching for something in the cupboards. He pressed his front against her ass and gripped her waist.

"Keep this fucking attitude up," He said gruffly into her ear. Naala bit her lip and turned around in his grip.

"I don't know why you're acting like this," Dave said looking down at her,

"Because I know you're fucking her," Naala answered, "I'm not dealing with your cheating ass anymore,"

"I don't like her like that," Dave argued back purposely leaving out that they kissed. Naala shook her head and pushed him off,

"Your kids were waiting up for you," Naala answered walking away from him. She was done playing nice - she vowed to herself that she will never let another man take her for a fool. She was worth so much more than what Dave treated her like.

2 hours later...

"I'm sorry," Dave whispered into her ear as he plunged into her. Naala gripped the sheets under her, her lips agape from his intense strokes.

He leaned over and kissed her passionately, his dick being swallowed by her wetness. Her moans filled his mouth as he continued to passionately move his hips in and out of her.

"Mmm..." Naala moaned when he sped up, he placed one hand around her neck and used the other to thumb her clit. Naala looked down and watched his coated dick slide in and out of her.

Dave looked down at her with hooded eyes, her warmth suffocating his dick. He made his way back down to her ear, kissing down her neck. "You hear me?" He spoke roughly, "I'm sorry," He said again.

"Yes," Naala said a moan following straight after, "I can't," She breathed out pushing his lower region backwards.

"I know but it's too soon," Dave groaned trying not moan like a bitch.

Naala threw her head back and panted, it was become too hard to hold it in. Dave noticed her body reacting to the intense pleasure. He toyed with her nipples before placing his tongue on it and sucking it lightly.

His strokes got deeper and deeper until Naala couldn't take it anymore, so she exploded all over him, her juices running down his shaft.

He leaned down and pecked her lips repeatedly, moving her hair out of her face. Naala moved from under him and rolled over, the pain in between her legs causing her to hiss.

"I'm sorry Naala, I won't see her no more," Dave said in her ear, "I'll stop working with her,"

"Do what you want," Naala said turning over and facing the other side of the room. She felt him rubbing her ass and he started whispering all type of shit in her ear.

"Amir stop I'm trying to sleep," Naala complained with her eyes closed. She was tired and wanted to sleep and he was bothering her with his sap shit.

"You'on love me?" Dave asked slipping his hand down to her sex.

"I do but I'm tired," Naala whined as he massaged her clit,

"I'ma make it right," He said to her slipping a finger inside her. Naala's breath hitched in her throat as he used his other hand to play with her nipples. "I'm sorry," Dave repeated.

That's how their night continued, with sex and apologies - Dave's favourite combo.

~~

Tommie looked around before slipping into her brother's car. He was parked up outside her apartment building waiting for an update.

"Tell me you've got something of substance to tell me," Blaze asked as soon as her butt touched the seat.

"I went to their house," Tommie said proudly. "The security was tight but I got in."

"That's my girl," Blaze grinned, "But they're divorced why they still leaving together?"

"They are very much together," Tommie spoke, both of them were still wearing their rings.

"That bitch lied to me," Blaze grumbled rubbing his waves. "I've been going to that dumb office everyday but her ass is never there. Just a bunch of men in suits,"

"They're onto us," Tommie replied. "But I have an in now. He trusts me, I'm gonna be around a lot more often. We'll get them eventually,"

Blaze nodded, if they had to play the long game then they would. He knew how powerful their family was so they needed to be careful.

On the other side of town, the twins were stood in front of Naala's next business venture. She needed something other than Fallon's to cover up their illegal activities.

"A hair salon Naala really?" Naleli complained. The shop was in Bedstuy, meaning that it was close enough for her to get to anytime they had a drop.

"It's perfect. We're hiding in plain sight, no one is gonna suspect that the hair salon isn't legit. I'll come in sometimes, check on the staff and then clean the money," Naala shrugged. Naleli considered it, it was a smart idea.

"Okay," Naleli agreed. She looked around the shop, the location was perfect. "And the owner wants to sell?"

"Trust me, she's gonna sell it," Naala smirked. With that, she stepped back and let Gregory open the door for the two to enter.

Everyone stopped and looked in their direction. It was like pure money had just sauntered into the salon. The chatter in the loud shop quietened down and the hairstylists paused.

"I'm here to see the owner," Naala said to the receptionist. She pulled her Chanel Sunglasses off her face and put them on the top of her head. Naleli stood beside her, looking around in disgust.

"Erm, Shonda there's a rich lady here to see you," One of the stylists said rushing to the back room. Shonda perked up and stood up, coming out to the front.

She set her eyes on Naala and Naleli and was in utter shock.

"I heard you were selling up," Naala smiled widely, she loved the look of shook in Shonda's eyes.

"Naala, I - um, how are you?" Shonda stuttered looking between them two.

"I'm great," Naala responded. Naleli cleared her throat and looked at her sister.

"Oh how rude am I?" Naala gasped. "Naleli this is Shonda, my ex's mom." Naleli gave her sister a look of satisfaction,

"The woman beater?" She asked making everyone look over at them.

Naala nodded with a grin, "The woman beater," Naala repeated.

Shonda fidgeted embarrassed by those words. "Why don't we go to the back and talk prices," She smiled falsely.

"Perfect," Naala replied following after her. Gregory and Tarek not far behind, making sure their surroundings were covered.

When they were situated in the office, Gregory and Tarek stood outside guarding the door.

"Naala I would like to apologise -" Naala lifted her hand hand stopping Shonda's pathetic apology before it went too far.

"You knew he was beating my ass and you didn't say anything," Naala said watching her closely. "You let him lock me in that house for months on end and you knew what was going on,"

"But he brought you this shitty little store to keep you quiet but now I want it," Naala finished off leaning back in her seat.

"I can't just give it to you," Shonda said lowly. "This is my baby," She added looking at the girls sadly.

"And he hurt my baby," Naala replied, "He beat and raped my baby," Naala grimaced. Shonda avoided eye contact and Naleli looked on with disgust.

"I'm not selling," Shonda said firmly, Naala sighed and shook her head.

"I really wish you didn't say that," Naala mumbled lifting her purse up. "Well thanks for nothing," She said getting up.

"That's it?" Naleli said in an irritated tone. "You're gonna let this old bitch disrespect us like that?"

Naala put her hand up for Naleli to stop, she was going to handle it her way.

"This is her shop, she doesn't have to sell it to me," Naala spoke as she put her sunglasses back on and slung her black Kelly purse over her shoulder almost hitting Shonda in the nose.

"That's right, I'm not selling it to you. My son bought it for me, it's mine," Shonda sassed open the door for them to leave.

"Bitch we heard you," Naleli snapped, she was moments away from punching her in her shit.

"Naleli, be calm," Naala laughed walking out of the room. Tarek and Gregory stood to attention when the girls came out of the room.

"Y'all have a good one," Naala said to all the workers who watched them intensely. Naleli being the ruder twin, walked past like they were nothing.

They got back into their Escalade and pulled off from the salon.

"That bitch," Naala muttered looking out of the window. "Starting up a whole new shop will draw too much attention," Naala's idea was the perfect idea and now it was ruined.

"I don't think so," Naleli responded. "You're a lawyer, a mom who wants to do something extra, maybe pass it on to your children. It could work,"

"But I want that shop," Naala said looking at Naleli. "It was built on the back of my pain, I deserve it," Naala barely opened up about her past with Darnell but there was so many things people didn't know about them.

"Then take it," Naleli yawned sitting back, "She had way too much attitude anyway,"

Naala stayed silent, deep in thought. At this point in her life, she wanted everyone to feel her pain.

~~

"Saint sit your ass down," Naala whisper yelled. The whole family were at Maniya's fashion showcase for one of her school projects. It was a last minute decision because of the war going on but Naala couldn't miss her babies first showcase.

"You're embarrassing me," Naala said to Saint as he sat beside her.

"This is boring," He groaned playing with his mom's hand. Naala huffed and pulled out her phone and AirPods.

"Put these in and watch YouTube or something," Naala said unlocking the phone for him. She looked to the side of her and saw Malia falling asleep on Dave's chest. Sinai was on the other side of him with Gregory right on the end.

Little did they know there was someone watching their every move. It was a public event so the security was little to none. Naala's security were posted up behind them but that wasn't enough.

"So you're gonna ignore me the whole night?" Dave asked quietly. Naala hummed turning her head back to the stage, there was a time and place for everything and this wasn't it.

"Here Nai," Naala said rustling in her purse to pull out some candy. She gave Sinai one and handed on to Saint.

"You've always got candy," Sinai smiled at her mom. Which was true, Naala carried around a whole shop of candy, they were her guilty pleasure.

"Mmm," Naala replied biting into a snickers bar. Dave leaned over and tried to eat some of it making her move it and mug him.

"Look there's Niya," Sinai squealed pointing to Maniya introducing her pieces.

Naala's eyes lit up when she saw her daughters designs strutting down the runway on different women. Tears welled up in her eyes out of pride. Her daughter was making something for herself and that gave Naala pure joy.

"Naala," Dave said trying to touch her, "Just talk to me,"

"Can you stop?" Naala sighed. "We are here for Maniya, our daughter so stop it." Naala put her attention back on the stage. She wished she could have videoed it but Saint was hogging her phone.

Her second phone started to vibrate in her purse but Naala ignored it, tonight was about her baby. Dave chuckled as soon as he heard it, he knew her being here wouldn't last long.

"Go Naala, you know you need to," Dave mumbled moving Malia on his shoulder. Naala silenced the phone,

"I said I have tonight free, so I have it free," She replied staring straight ahead. The phone buzzed relentlessly in her purse making her sigh. As soon as Gregory got up, she knew she had to go.

"It's an emergency." He said in a hushed tone. Naala looked up at him,

"This is my family Greg, I'm not leaving," Naala replied sitting back. Just as Greg was about to say something, shots sounded through the arena causing a frenzy.

Naala ducked from the bullets pulling Saint down with her. Dave shielded his family as they all huddled on the floor.

"Princess I have to get you out of here," Gregory shouted over the noise. Naala shook her head,

"Maniya, she's back there, I'm not leaving," Naala said nervously covering Saint's ears. Malia was wailing from the loud noise - it was an absolute mess.

"They've got her but we need to go," Gregory said lifting her up. She was the most important person in that building to him and he had to get her out. Naala screamed and beat on his back as he dodged bullets perfectly.

They got to the back exit where a car was waiting for them. He put her in the vehicle and jumped in - the car speeding off immediately.

"Princess is secure," Gregory spoke into his sleeve, alerting all the men back at the arena.

"You need to turn back," Naala said angrily turning to look out of the window. "My family —"

"Are safe, they're safe," Gregory reassured her, "They're in the car behind us," Naala breathed for the first time since the shooting started.

"What the fuck was that?" Naala huffed leaning against the window.

"That's people knowing that the biggest drug Lord is out in the open," Gregory told her,

"I'm not a drug Lord," Naala chuckled, his sense of humour making her feel more relaxed. "Wait where are we going?" Naala mumbled as the car took a different exit.

"You are going to the safe house, your children are getting on a jet to Turks and Caicos." Gregory informed her. Naala snapped her head towards him,

"No," She said quickly, "I'm not leaving them,"

"It's not your decision to make unfortunately. Your mother will be going with them," He added to make her feel somewhat better.

"I don't care! I can't leave them," Naala said again. This was stressing her out, there was just a shootout and now he was telling her that her kids were leaving.

"Naala they were shooting to kill you." Gregory said plainly. "We are at war, they want blood - don't let that be the blood of your children,"

Tears started to fall down Naala's face fast as reality sunk in. They were trying to kill her, people were out to hurt her.

"I don't want them to get hurt," Naala's voice cracked as she wiped her face. "But I don't want them to go without me,"

"The cartel needs you." Gregory said putting a hand over hers. "I'll let you say bye because I know how much they mean to you," Naala nodded letting more tears fall.

"Stop crying, you're too beautiful to be crying Princess" He said lowly, looking straight ahead. Naala looked at the side of his face, analysing how awkward he looked after he said that.

Gregory was an attractive man, Naala felt like he was the most attractive white man she had even set eyes on. He was not her type and neither was she his but there was something drawing them together.

"I overstepped," Gregory spoke moving his hand off of hers. Naala blinked at him,

"Let me say goodbye to them," She said quietly, deciding to ignore what had just happened.

Gregory cleared his throat and leaned forward tapping on the partition. The driver rolled it down and turned his head to the side.

"Re route to the hanger and put the radio on," He instructed the driver.

Naala sat back and closed her eyes whilst resting her head on the headrest, feeling a headache coming on. The radio started to play through the car, filling up the silence that was floating through the air.

"Reports of a fire in a local hair salon in Bedstuy, Brooklyn has claimed the lives of 4 individuals ..." The radio sounded making Naala open one eye. A small smile graced her face at the news.

Her second phone buzzed with a message,

It's done.

Naala meant it when she said she was done being nice, being nice got her nowhere. Gregory glanced at her, confused at why she was smiling. If he wasn't sure that it was Naala he dragged into the car, he would have thought it was Naleli beside him.

Her smile slowly disappeared as tonight's events settled within her. They fucked up messing with her kids, that's where Naala drew the line.

It was truly now the beginning of a messy war, one Naala intended on winning.

a/n - I love the new Naala, y'all wanted her to boss up so here we go 🌚🌚