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TANK'S POV

After we picked up the FTA Mo looked at us and raised her eyebrows.

"If you don't need me…" She left off the end waiting for my permission to leave.

I nodded my permission. She walked over to her bike and drove away. When she left everyone else left, this meant that I could leave. I had promised Lula that I would be home soon, but I really needed to talk to Ranger.

Hey Baby. Sry but I'm goona be 8te.

Ok. See u soon. Luv ya.

Luv ya 2

I drove over to Rangeman and didn't bother asking for permission to come into Ranger's office.

"Tank."

"When are you going to tell Bomber?"

"Tell Bomber what?"

"That Mo is her kid."

Ranger froze, and sucked in a deep breath. "She is going to find out soon."

His tone cold telling me not to ask any more questions. I nodded and sat down.

"So why haven't you told her?"

"Mo didn't want her to know."

"What's her story?"

"Mo?"

"Ya who else?"

"When she was born Steph put her up for adoption. The adoption agency kept her until she was two then sent her down to Miami. When she was there she was given to an abusive drunk who took her in for the cash. From what I found out she was not just hit, but was also sexual abused."

I sucked in a breath.

"She was with that man until she was 16."

"That's so long. She's what around nineteen now?"

"Yes, but the thing is she was given to a women named Cynthia who took excellent care of her, and made sure she got the best education and loved her. Mo still is under Cynthia's name and Cynthia is still technically her mother."

"How does Mo know so much about fighting, drugs, and all that shit if she had a good home?"

"I said she had a good home and education not a good neighborhood. Cynthia used all the extra money they had to send Mo to a private school, but they leaved in an apartment that is the Stark Street of Miami."

"Ahhhh."

We were both quiet thinking about the hardships that girl went through. I looked down at my watch.

"Shit man. I'm sorry but I got to run before Lula kicks my ass."

"No problem." Ranger said going back to his files.

When I was at the dinner table that night Lula looked at me.

"You ok Tankie?"

I shook my head, and she grabbed my hand.

"Once again I've realized how much we are blessed."

STEPHANIE'S POV

We had just sat down to eat when Grandma Morelli had a vision. Oh shit dear lord, please I'm begging you not the eye. I thought silently praying.

"I see a girl. A secret child and she's back again." She murmured.

I froze. "Soon everyone will know, and she is not here for love but revenge."

Suddenly she lifted her hand to her forehead. "I'm going to lay down, these things make me winded you know."

"Grandma Morelli!" I called out.

"Yes dear?"

"Yum…..would you mind telling me what this child looks like."

"Yes dear, she looks likes just like her. In fact I believe it is her." Grandma Morelli said pointing towards the door. We had all been so focused on her that we hadn't heard the door open. Standing there was Mo. She looked slightly surprised.

"Well that took shorter than I though. I really thought I would at least have the evening to pretend to be normal." She said.

It all made since now. That day behind the Tasty Cake Bakery. Morelli had been a surprise and we hadn't exactly been prepared. When my mother found out she had been horrified. She sent me to upstate New Jersey to spend time with my Great- Grandma. There I spent ten months. In the ninth month, March 17, Saint Patrick's Day, a little girl was born. I was her mother and Morelli her father. I wasn't given a choice my mother forced me to give her up for adoption.

The last month I spent losing the extra weight I had gained. The last time I saw her was right after I had given born to her.

" Monica?" I gasped.

"In case you haven't noticed I go by Mo now."

"What who is this?" Joe asked.

Monica turned smirking slightly. "Hello Daddy. I'll let Mommy explain that one." Then she turned and left.

I looked at Morelli's face. Enter cop face. Shit this is gonna be a long night.

And with that I told him what I had just been thinking. The jest of it:

You're a dad. That was your daughter. Her name is Monica. I had her in secret and I gave her up for adoption.

Enter pissed of friend face. Correction- FUCK this was going to be a long night.