That same night…
Qamar had just signed a new record contract, and because of that shit, he wanted to come out and celebrate. Ricky said he was busy but would come through later, so right now, it was just Qamar, Frisk, and I in the club, along with the many other people. This wasn’t an official signing party or no shit like that, but just us niggas getting out to say ‘good job’ to Qamar.
In all honesty, I didn’t feel like celebrating with the nigga, because I wasn’t feeling the fact that he’d decided to sign over the rights to his son, Lace. He honestly had no damn reason to. It wasn’t like he was too broke to take care of the baby, and even then, I knew niggas who were poor as hell but still took care of their seeds. Shit, single mothers did the shit every day in the hood. Qamar may have hit some financial snags, but the nigga was far from being flat broke. Not to mention, he’d cut his mama off, attempting to force her to stop caring for his son, which didn’t sit well with me. Thankfully, the shit didn’t work though.
“You aight? Nigga, you’ve been sipping on the same damn drink since we got here!” Qamar shouted with a grin. Oh, I forgot, he also had some girl named Genesis here with him.
She was cute as hell and her body looked even better, but every time I looked at her, I couldn’t help but feel like she was asking for help. But maybe the shit was all in my mind. And I had my own girl to care about, so I wasn’t about to be looking after some bitch Qamar was fucking. Plus, the nigga looked genuinely happy, I think more so because of his new record contract. But if old girl was contributing to that, then I definitely wasn’t about to come in between that shit.
“Nah, I’m good. I just ain’t trying to get twisted as fuck tonight. I can’t stumble in the house drunk as fuck,” I replied.
“Kattlyn ain’t having that shit, huh?” Frisk chuckled, and I nodded.
“Man, that’s yo’ house and yo’ bitch. She needs to let you do what the fuck you wanna do,” Qamar hissed.
“I do, do what the fuck I want. Just out of respect for my woman, I’m not about to be stumbling through the crib drunk as hell. I don’t even like to drink like that anyway.”
“Make me another one.” Qamar handed his glass to Genesis. She got up quickly like a servant to a king, and began to make his drink with the liquor that was given to us for free. She brought it to him, and when she sat down, he kissed her lips a few times.
“High End” by Chris Brown played over the club as we began to smoke the pre-rolled blunts that we’d brought in.
The thick clouds of smoke began to take over the VIP area, just as I saw a tall, dark figure approached the entrance of our VIP. I thought it was Ricky, so I nodded to the security who looked to me for approval. However, when the dude strolled in, I realized he wasn’t Ricky, because AK was slightly taller than this guy, who stood at about six feet two.
When the figure stepped through the smoke, I realized it was Kito. I’d met him a few times because Kattlyn and Bia had become close, and dude was cool. He was laid back, but I could tell he had a little fire to him. However, even though he was cool and I had no problem with him being here, I wondered why the fuck he was here.
“What’s good, Kito—”
WHAM!
Before I could even finish my greeting, Kito socked Qamar dead in the middle of his fucking face.
“Ah!” Genesis screamed and hopped up from the couch once Qamar scrambled to his feet angrily.
“What’s up, nigga!” Kito shoved Qamar back. The scowl on Kito’s face said he hated the nigga, so I was wondering what the fuck Qamar had done.
For a moment, Qamar panted heavily, and then swung on Kito before them two niggas began fighting wildly. Security finally rushed in to help Frisk and I pull their asses apart, and Qamar was enraged while Kito bore a calm yet furious stare.
“You touch my girl again, nigga, and I swear to God me fucking you up will be the least of yo’ worries,” Kito gritted. “I’m good!” he barked to the security guard who gestured for him to leave and blocked him from Qamar anyway.
“You bitch ass nigga! I bet not catch you in the streets, or you gon’ get fucked up!” Qamar roared, standing on top of the VIP table and ignoring security telling him to get down. He finally did, dabbing the blood on his lip.
“I told you not to post this shit on social media,” Frisk said, making me laugh harder than I wanted to as the hostesses cleaned up the spilled drinks and shit.
“Fuck you, nigga,” Qamar snapped as Frisk shrugged with a smile.
“Baby, are you okay?” Genesis rushed up to Qamar and held his face to examine his injuries. Qamar sat down, and Genesis took some ice from the bucket and put it in the cloth napkin to place over his eye.
“Nigga, what the fuck did you do to Bia?” I quizzed, finally sitting back down. The way Kito was working his ass over, he had to have done something horrible. I had to know why Kito came up in here that damn mad, ‘cause dude was usually calm.
“Nothing. She came at me wanting some dick, and I told her ass I wasn’t fucking with her like that no more,” Qamar explained, before massaging his jaw and then glancing Genesis’s way.
I ain’t know if he was lying for her or for us, but the nigga was definitely lying. Bia’s ass wouldn’t even come to my crib to see Kattlyn without having proof that Qamar wasn’t around, so I know damn well she didn’t go to this nigga for some dick.
Frisk obviously didn’t believe it either, because after a few moments of silence, he and I both burst into some heavy ass laughter.
“Oh, okay,” I finally responded sarcastically, sitting back down and letting my laughter come to an end.
“I’m gon’ get that nigga back though, watch.” Qamar nodded.
About fifteen minutes passed before Ricky showed up, and we got right back to drinking a little bit and smoking like Qamar and Kito didn’t just fight less than thirty minutes ago.
“What happened to the table?” Ricky pointed and there was a piece of the glass missing.
“Qamar just got his ass punched out,” Frisk replied, causing us both to chuckle.
“Fuck you, nigga! I uppercut his ass!”
“Nah, you thought you did,” I added, making Frisk, myself, and even Ricky chortle loudly. Genesis snickered, but when Qamar looked her way, she wiped the smile off of her face.
“Fuck all three of you niggas,” Qamar hissed and shook his head, which only made the shit funnier.
The rest of the night was chill though, and we actually got to celebrate this nigga getting a new record deal.
***
A few days later…
I was in the gym parking lot, smoking a blunt, even though I shouldn’t have been. I actually planned to work out a little bit with my girl, who was meeting me here since she was coming from class, but I was also here on some other shit too.
Once I saw my chess piece pull into the parking lot, I thanked the little homie for being my spy via a burner text, and then ashed the blunt. I shoved a piece of gum into my mouth, cracked the windows, and then hopped out, taking my gym bag with me.
Making my way across the large parking lot, I made sure I didn’t see Kattlyn pulling in, because I didn’t want her ass having any fucking parts of this shit. I wanted to do this on my own, and the only way for it to be done perfectly would be if I were on my own anyway.
“Aye, Don.” I nodded my head up to his stupid ass. “I’m starting to think yo’ ass is following me,” I added, laughing on the inside since I’d definitely chosen this gym because he’d be here.
“Fuck out of here.”
I remained calm, because usually I would have went in on his ass, but like the last time, I reminded myself of the greater goal.
“Damn, you’re hostile as fuck. I guess it’s good that yo’ ass is in the gym.” I started to go in, but the sound of him talking stopped me.
“Oh, Isla told me yo’ ass is trying to get custody of my son by using the fact that I ain’t in his life. But guess what, nigga, Isla and I are on some good ass ter
ms. I’ve been hitting her up and shit, and like I told yo’ ass before, I could get my bitch back whenever I want to,” he spoke cockily.
“So you and Isla are getting back together?” I squinted my eyes to keep from smiling at the fact that I’d pulled this shit off.
“We’re getting there. She just has to see how she’s gon’ break it to old boy. But what you need to understand, MG, is that now that she and I are coming together to be a family, ya chances of you getting Michael are slim to none.”
“Is that what you think?”
“Oh, it’s what I know. So call off ya expensive ass lawyers or whomever ya got working on ya case and shit, because it’s a wrap.”
“Come on, man, I raised him. The least y’all can do is allow me to see Michael. I’m all he knows,” I pleaded in order to play the part.
“Nah, sorry, nigga.” Don slipped past me and went into the gym, just as Kattlyn pulled into a parking spot.
“Oh my gosh, MG! Can I please get a picture with you?” some young girl walked up beaming.
“Yeah, sure.”
I ducked down some to be at her height, and she raised her phone to snap a photo of us for Snapchat, just as Kattlyn walked up with a look on her face. I couldn’t help but to snigger at her ass.
“Thanks so much, MG!” the girl squealed before rushing into the gym.
“What I tell you about taking pictures with hoes when I’m not around?” Kattlyn raised a brow.
“Get yo’ fine ass inside.” I opened the door to the gym for her, and let my eyes feast on the sight before me.
Kattlyn and I had a cool workout, and then went home together for some shower sex. Afterwards, she left the crib to go study with that Nolan nigga, and even though I was still a bit skeptical about how he felt about my girl, I knew and trusted Kattlyn. Also, it was well before 5 p.m., and she said she’d be back by 4:30 p.m. anyway. Not to mention, I needed her away from the house so I could go handle some business.
Kattlyn was nosey as fuck, so anytime I made any moves, she wanted to know what it was for, where I was going, how long I’d be gone, and when I’d be back.
Once I was dressed, I left my spot and headed over to this computer tech dude that I’d met out in North Hollywood. He was a little ways away from me, but what he was about to do for me was worth it. When I pulled up to his apartment building, I let him know I was there, so he came down and got me before leading me back up to his spot. When I walked in, I was amazed at all the fucking computers and monitors and shit that he had all over the place.
“Damn, Malachi. How many fucking computer systems do you need?” I whirled my head around as I walked further in, trying to mentally count all the computers he had.
“Just ten. Trust me, in my line of work, it’s needed.” He sat down at a desk that held three monitors then said, “You told me you needed this phone number cloned, right?”
“Yeah.” I came up behind him to look at the screens, even though I knew damn well I didn’t understand what the fuck I was looking at.
“Alright, here is the phone I’ve cloned the number into. You will be able to see all texts received and sent, and you will be able to hear phone calls.”
“How I’m gon’ hear the phone calls?”
“Just answer like you usually would and listen. They can’t hear you, nor will they know someone is listening. I’ve altered the internals to make that possible.”
“Dope.” I smiled down at the old ass iPhone 5s.
I’d asked Malachi to clone Isla’s phone number because I wanted to know exactly what she and Don discussed. I also wanted to make sure she didn’t have any more hidden access to my fucking money. I wanted to know everything the bitch was doing, and now I was about to.
“You gave me $500, so now I just need the other $500.” Malachi nodded.
“I got you.” I reached into my pocket and peeled off two one hundred dollar bills and six fifty-dollar bills before handing it to him.
“Thanks, man. Let me know if you need anything else.” Malachi shoved the cash into some metal box that was already filled with money.
“Damn, I’m in the wrong business,” I joked.
“I could say the same about you,” Malachi replied, and we both chuckled.
Soon enough, Isla would wish she’d never even met my ass.
Frisk
Today, I had a recording session, but there were a few things I needed to have Virginia handle for me, so I told her to meet me there. I asked her to show up early so that we could go over some shit without me wasting my producer’s time.
Wasted time meant wasted money, and I wasn’t trying to lose either of those things. And now that Ricky had fought Greezy, that nigga was on his period 24-fucking-7 so I didn’t need his ass in my face. Shit, I was close as hell to giving him a round two. And clearly, violence was the way to get through to Greezy because I’d been hearing Ricky’s new track every damn time I turned on the radio, no matter what state I was in.
I entered the studio room, but was taken aback by the lights still being low. I’d seen Virginia’s empty car out in the lot, so I knew she was in here.
Closing the door behind myself, I spotted her on the couch with her face in her palms. Upon hearing me close the door, her head shot up, and she quickly wiped her eyes before giving me a fake ass smile.
“V, what’s wrong?” I asked gently as I made my way further into the studio room to sit next to her.
“Nothing, I’m just not feeling well,” she replied shortly before reaching into her purse to remove her notepad and pen. “So go ahead and run down what I need to have done so I can get started right away.”
“Nah, not until you tell me why yo’ ass was crying just a minute ago.” I moved her short curly hair from her face, and admired her natural face, which was covered in freckles.
“Jason, I promise nothing is wrong. I have cramps, that’s all.”
“Virginia.”
She looked away from me and let her head fall back before closing her eyes. A tear rolled out the side, and I wiped it away for her before forcing her to turn towards me and giving her a hug.
“Why did he have to do that?” She sobbed into my shoulder so hard that her body trembled. I already knew what she was talking about because the shit was all over the blogs. “He’s so fucking dumb!”
“Yeah, he is.” I pulled away to look into her face. “Don’t cry over that shit. In a few weeks, muthafuckas are gon’ be thinking about the next thing and won’t even remember this shit.”
“Yeah right.” She chuckled and sniffled, wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands. “In Hollywood, when a woman cheats or is a mistress, her career is over.”
“That shit ain’t true, V.”
“It is true! A man can cheat and sleep around all he wants, but if a woman does the same thing, she gets blackballed!”
“I mean, I guess there is a bit of a double standard, but, baby, you’re good as fuck at what you do. Eventually, niggas won’t be able to hold that shit over you, because they’ll wanna work with yo’ ass.”
“I highly doubt any label will hire me as an A&R, or any music artist that wants a career will want me as their manager. You probably want to fire me yourself.” She gazed at the studio floor, seemingly in deep thought.
I stared at Virginia for a few moments, before taking her small hands into mine.
“I honestly don’t give a fuck about rumors and shit like that. I’m not gon’ fire a damn good assistant because of what other muthafuckas have to say. At the end of the day, this is my damn career, and I’m not gon’ make decisions based off other niggas. And any label or musician that’s worthy of ya time will think the same.”
“You’re not just saying this because you like me, right?” She finally smiled, but the sadness in her eyes remained.
“I mean, 10% of that shit was because I like you and I want you, but the rest was pure facts. Look how many people have done horrible shit, but because they’re talented, muthafuckas act like the
y have amnesia after a while. The same thing is gon’ happen with you.”
“I hope so.” She sighed, dropping her head for a moment but then picking it back up to look at me. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I responded just as she moved closer to hug me again.
When we pulled away, a few seconds went by of us just staring at one another, before I pressed my lips against hers. The kiss started off slow, with long pauses, before she hugged my neck tightly and snaked her tongue into my mouth. My hands began to caress her back and ass right away, bringing her into my lap.
Half of my damn life I’d been moping and wishing for Haleigh to come back to me, and for the first time in years, that wasn’t the case. I think what kept me holding onto Haleigh was that I’d never met a girl like her after she left. For years, I’d had the impression that Haleigh was one of a kind in a sense.
What I fucked with and hated back in the day, about Haleigh, was her drive and the fact that she had a plan for her life. She wasn’t just some hood bitch living life day-by-day, not knowing what her next move was. She had her shit figured out. The females I ran into once Haleigh left were all low budget ass hoes who were just sticking by me to see if I actually made it, and hoping to be able to come up off my name if I did.
But when I met Virginia, it was like within minutes, I was on her ass. She had Haleigh’s same qualities in the sense that she knew what the fuck she wanted to do, and it didn’t involve using a nigga to get there. Virginia had a life plan, and I guess that quality in a female attracted me more than anything. I found my conversations with Haleigh and Virginia had more depth, and kept my interest. Just being around a woman who had her own ideas and own shit going on, did something to a nigga.
However, the difference between the two women was that I was young and had a different mindset when I fell for Haleigh. I’d changed and grown up over the years, so my feelings for Virginia were a bit more genuine and resonated with the man I was today, versus almost a decade ago.
“Oh, my bad.” My producer Calvin walked in.
I hadn’t realized how long Virginia and I had been kissing until he did, and a nigga was low-key mad he’d walked in.
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