“Hmm, that’s one to think about,” I said.
“Let’s call our lawyers after we go bowling,” Seandra said pulling out her iPhone.
Seantay was also engulfed in her phone when I noticed the look on her face.
“What is it Tay?” I asked. The look on her face was pure horror.
“I don’t know,” she said throwing the phone to me like a hot potato. “I don’t recognize the number.”
It was a text message that read in all caps.
YOU FUCKED OVER THE WRONG NIGGA BITCH!!!
“It’s probably nothing,” Seantay said with an uneasy look on her pretty face. She looked like her mind was scanning her memory for the culprit. “Maybe I should call the number back to see who it is.”
I couldn’t help but think it was probably something as I gave her phone back.
“Turn the radio up,” Seandra said. “I think I heard Maurice’s name.”
I turned it up and heard the deejay say, “The music mogul was found dead in his Atlanta mansion, the apparent victim of a drug overdose. This all follows the tragic split with his fiance’ Seandra Beauvois. We will have more for you as the story develops.” I reached over and grabbed Seandra’s hand. She squeezed, but didn’t say a word. Only silence filled the car as I drove off.
Stay tuned…
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