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When Monét finally came home from the hospital Samael catered to her hands and feet. They cut themselves out from the world and took time to know each other from the inside out. Monét found out some of Samael's deepest secrets and even shared some of his sexcapades with her. She couldn't help but laugh.

She felt like they were connected. It had been a fun four weeks and it was the last couple of days for their one month lock in. Samael had only left Monét's side when he had no choice but to go do some work, and on those days the private chef didn't cook and he bought take out.

"Aight, sooooo... what's your favorite thing about me?" Monét laid beside Samael as he smoked. Her head rested on his chest and she scrolled through tumblr. questions.

"The way you suck dick. Baby, that throat." Mael placed his hand around her throat causing Monét to slap him in his chest, laughing

"I will beat yo ass." She rolled her eyes as he continued to laugh, shaking his head "you stay on some simp shit bruh. You know what I like about you Monét. I tell you every day Cuh." He brushed her question off, looking at the pout on her face, he sighed.

"aight, you so fucking spoiled. I love that you try to remain positive in bad situations, how you came in and brought me some happiness while we were both drowning in nothing but sadness. You mad opti...pessimistic...? Whichever kinda niggas look at the glass half full instead of half empty. You're beautiful, you have the softest eyes and you can't tell the pain behind them but it shows you have a story. I love all that you do for me, mentally and physically."

"I said favorite thing but I'll take that too. Pussy got that man spilling his feelings." Monét found herself laughing harder than she should've been and Samael rolled her off the bed. Good thing her two wounds didn't hurt as much as they used to.

"Well damn pussy boy, you tryna take me out too? Y'all got a bitch feeling like Curtis James Jackson... Get Rich or Die Trying." She stood there for a second laughing louder, Monét's shooting was something that she also began joking about. Her losing her life was very traumatic, she realized how much she was not ready to die.

Cuddling into Samael's arms once again, she rested her head against his chest. This felt natural and she loved it. After a month she had yet to tell Samael she loved him, because she constantly thought about if she loved him or did she love that he loved her. If that made any sense. As this month went by she began realizing that she did in fact love the man in front of her. Despite the trials and tribulations and the fact that she HATED his guts at a point of time, now she wants nothing more than for him to be inside of her guts. ✨growth✨

The night at the hospital was the last time he'd told her which she could understand but she thought about it being a heat of the moment action.

"Tell me again. What you told me in the hospital." She smiled, the boy hoping that he would say it again.

"I love you Monét Noelle Jones." She laughed, because that wasn't her last name just yet.

"I love you too Samael Mekhi Jones." Her smile was ever but of confirmation needed. His face dropped and Monét looked at him concerned.

"Pack up... pack your clothes Monét"

Confusion washed over Monét face. "What the hell are you talking about?" He grabbed his phone calling Dom and Izzy.

"I'm ready, now."

"I got some loose ends to handle, but I mean shit. I'm with it." Dom spoke up, everyone knew those loose ends included of Yanna and Nelly. The fun to Dom was that he didn't have to torture either of the woman. They spent the days torturing each other thinking the promise Dom held would lead to either of their escape. When in reality he was going to kill them both. Without an ounce of empathy.

He didn't know Monét long but he knew his cousin was head over heels, Izzy seemed to trust her, Dess claimed her as her bestie and his aunt loved her. That was enough to encourage him to make their life a living hell.

"Dess been waiting for this shit. Maybe we can scoop your little girlfriend up" Izzy joked with Dom whom was smitten over Jayda.

Jayda took no time to touch down when she heard Monét had been shot, she had to be there for her friend. Dom felt like he had to make it right, after explaining the situation the two talked all day every day. Dom found time out of his day to speak to Jayda and had even started planning a trip out of the country. He spoiled Jayda and because she had her own he felt like he should spoil her more because she didn't need him. Jayda was hesitant at first but after recognizing his true feelings, she figured she can deal with the fine man that tried so hard to persuade her.

"What the fuck is you talking about Samael?" Monét was growing impatient and the irritation on her face made him hang up the phone.

"I'm ready to leave this shit behind. We just made a big ass deal and my bank account is looking better than ever, I got money in my safe. We're set for life Mo, let's just go mamas. Leave this shit behind."

Monét bit her bottom lip, looking him in the eyes "I love you and we know that but what if this shit goes left Mael? What if the reason we stuck together this long and we got these feelings because we thought we had to be together. We're not married yet, but it's because the cards weren't in our favor. Things kept fucking up. Now, you're about to lose your family over something that isn't guaranteed." Sitting down, she eyed him.

Samael squatted down in front of Noelle, placing her hands in his he stared her in her eyes. "Well then we try it. I'm doing this so you won't be a hostage anymore and I don't have to live with guilt for the rest of my life. Listen, if we don't work, then that's just what it is. We tried, we fought for us but we won't know until we try this shit out. If we stay here and do this we're eventually going to have kids. I don't want my children growing up in this life. I don't want my son to ever feel like he has to kidnap someone to find love. I don't want my daughter to feel like she has to enter a career that benefits this self-centered ass family. Me, Izzy and Dom done with this shit ma, Izzy and I found two women we love. Fuck the rest of this family. My parents say they love us unconditionally? If they cut us off for not following this dumb ass tradition then they put conditions on their love and they don't deserve to be in my life. That's it."

Monét smiled placing her hands on his face giving him a kiss, she was going to be with him willingly. She was going to find her own identity, while also being Samael's fiancé. "Do I still get to wear my ring?"

"Hell yeah, you still my fiancé, we just taking longer to get married... a lot longer." Samael chuckled nervously.

"When you say, a lot longer... what exactly do you mean?" She tilted her head to the side

"Cause I mean, I'm not married so that means I'm single. HOT GIRL SUMMERRRR!" Monét jumped up standing on the bed she began twerking clapping her ass cheeks together. Grabbing his phone from the counter she used her Face ID to open it going on Instagram. "Real hot girl shit, yeah, I'm in my bag but I'm his too and that's why every time you see me I got some new shoes, ahhh, mwah" Samael grabbed her ankles pulling her causing her to fall on the California King Bed face forward.

"How you gone enjoy summer if you dead?" Samael eyed her with a straight face.

"Many men, many, many, many, man men wish death upon me. Look I don't cry no more, can't look to the sky no more, Have mercy on me." Monét fell out in a fit of laughter when Samael tackled her.

meanwhile on Dom side of town...

"Aye, snake bitches. Wake up!" His voice echoed through the warehouse waking the two women up. "Aye niggas, let me ask y'all something do snakes sleep?" He looked over at the cleaning crew that was beside him. Shrugging their shoulders.

"Grown ass men, Y'all ain't learn shit in biology. Yes they sleep dumb fucks." Shaking his head he eyed Nelly who held the button in her hand ready to start war with Yanna.

"How snakes sleep and they ain't got no eyelids? and you say I'm the dumb one. Go back to school." Willie spoke, he was good at getting rid of bodies, the best at his job so Dom couldn't realize how someone so damn stupid be so smart and strategic at getting rid of a body?

"I killed her. Now let me go." Nelly spoke up and everyone turned their attention to her, causing Dom to laugh.

"Bitch, you killed her before she could apologize to my lil sis?" Shaking his head, now he was able to save an extra bullet, and one less blood stained that had to have been cleaned up.

Dialing Monét's phone he waited until he heard her voice on the other line. "What yo long face ass want?" Nelly rolled her eyes, envious that her cousin sounded so happy. She had yet to understand why Monét was the one that ended with the life she wanted after only being in New York for such a short time. Nelly had plotted on Samael for years and he never paid her any mind. It went from Yanna to Monét and she was sick of it. She felt as though she was thicker and prettier than her cousin so she couldn't understand.

"I have someone that wanna talk to you midget." Shoving the phone to Nelly she rolled her eyes.

"Apologize bitch." Dom spoke to Nelly cold-heartedly, the tone menacing and had switched up quickly from when he spoke to her cousin.

"Monét I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to end like this. I was jealous and I was so wrong for teaming up with the enemy you've always had my back even when you shouldn't have. I'm so stupid, we could've built a strong bond and the fact that I was so envy, it ruined it. Forgive me... I love you cousin." and with that Dom hung up the phone.

"You know Envy is one of the seven deadly sins... then you killed someone. Satan is waiting for you lil mama." He chuckled. "What happened to your little friend?" He looked at Yanna's lifeless body "damn, it's a cold world."

Dom remembered the day he caught Yanna and Nelly.

Dom sat in front of Nelly, Mael told him not to kill her per Monét's request. However, he felt like a bitch that lacked loyalty deserved death. Nelly's death was his choice, as for Yanna? He was going to do that anyways cause that's just how he is.

Dom flipped the light switch showing Yana in a room. Nelly screamed but it wouldn't mean much, the world couldn't hear her or Yanna. Samael's ex girlfriend sat in a chair similar to Nelly's with her hands tied up.

"You're going to be the one who controls her torture and when she dies, you're going to go the rest of your life knowing that you killed Yana. For every no, I'm going to make it harder for you. Press it."

Nelly hesitantly pressed the button sending shock to her own body causing it to shake until she dropped the remote.

"Shit, my bad. That's the wrong one. Here." Dom laughed loudly, placing the right remote in her hand. "Do it." Grabbing his gun, he placed one bullet inside. Spinning it around, he placed the gun to Nelly's head. "five...two...o-."

Watching Nelly press the button, loud screaming was heard from Yanna, her body shook, quickly removing her thumb from the button she cried harder, the gun was still placed to Nelly's head, pulling the trigger Nelly screamed out and the gun clicked making Dom bust out laughing "ah, you a lucky bitch fasho. I'm finna head out, y'all be easy."

"What will we eat?" Nelly questioned, causing Dom to shrug his shoulders.

"Snake bitches don't deserve food." Laughing he grabbed everything he needed from the table and chucked up the deuces.

"How'd you kill her?" Dom was interested, he stood in front of Nelly.

"When she fell asleep, I just held the button down until she no longer slept and her body became lifeless." Nelly cried and Dom was tired of it.

"How'd I kill you?" Her head snapped up and she looked at Dom, realizing he made her do his dirty work and she was going to die regardless. "One right to the Dom. I would say bleed out but I'm sure they don't have time to waste." Standing up, he slid on his black glove to keep from leaving gun powder residue, he placed his gun to her head and before she could finish, he sent a bullet to her forehead.

"Y'all be easy. I trust you."

That was the end of Yanna and Nelly's story. No body, no evidence, no gun just a distant memory of the two women.

"I hate snakes."