Deanna, about to become the worlds richest woman by way of the drug cartel, finds herself having to choose between her freedom or her children.
“Get yo hands off my lady,” Kell said.
“I ain’t yo lady remember. I’m the bitch that helped you get up on your feet, get ya feet wet in the game, and then you left me with them same damn wet feet.”
He was about to say something, when Mr. Armani said, “Come on baby, let’s leave here and go somewhere cozier.”
What did he mean let’s go somewhere else cozier? I didn’t even know him, but it wouldn’t hurt right now to get away from Kell, cause he was nothing but problems.