Victor was white as fuck, and seeing the shock in his face after being called a nigga satisfied me.
“Yes, you as well. Especially when you get those extra artists.”
We walked to his office door so I could leave, but I paused before opening.
“And uh, one more thing. Don’t ever fuck with my money or anything that’s making me money. When it all comes down to it, I handle muthafuckas with bullets and backhands, and no nigga is exempt, not even the ones dipped in white. You get me?”
“Mr. Terranova, I can assure you this deal will do the opposite of fuck with your money.” He looked up at me. I saw the fright in his eyes as I looked down at him, but when I started laughing, he did too, sort of.
“Good. Call me Tony or Wacko or both. You gotta lighten the fuck up though, bruh.” I jumped at him, and he almost shit himself it looked like, causing me to chortle. “I’ll be waiting on that email.”
Again, he laughed nervously before saying, “Sure thing, Tony!”
I shook my head at his ass as I left.
Today was a good ass day…
Eitan
I heard the sound of a dog barking, so I knew it was my phone ringing. After I realized it, I hopped the fuck up, hoping it was Rubie. After we fucked, we’d been keeping in contact, but some days her ass would go ghost, and I hated that shit. I wasn’t even a simp ass nigga, but I wasn’t used to females who weren’t chasing me or ready to go whenever I hit them up.
“Shit.” I grumbled seeing it was a call from who I now knew was Holli’s ass; well, one of her numbers. After accepting the charges, I spoke into the phone so she’d hear me.
“Hey, baby.”
“Baby? After you jumped on me like a damn spider monkey during our visit?” I felt my top lip touching my nose damn near.
“I was upset, and these hormones are getting the best of me, so I apologize.”
Her mentioning the pregnancy, indirectly, deflated my whole damn mood.
“Holli, you were like that before you supposedly ended up pregnant.”
“Supposedly? I can take a test for you, nigga, and you will be able to see for yourself.”
“How does that mean it’s mine?”
“Who else was I fucking? And don’t try to make some shit up either. I want to know who, how you figured it was them, and where you heard it from.”
“Whatever. I just know when you get out, or if you even get out since it ain’t looking good, we can cross that bridge then. But for now, get off my phone.”
“Oh, you talking big shit now that I can’t get my hands on you, huh? Let me guess, you got a new girl that you’re chasing?”
“Nah, I’m just off you. Bye.”
“Wait! Before you go, I want you to know that my trial has been pushed up to a couple weeks from now, and since Tony got me a good ass lawyer, most likely, I will be going home that day with a slap on the wrist.”
“Fuck you mean, Tony got you a good lawyer?” I shot up before getting out of the bed fully. I felt like the homie had betrayed me.
“Just what I said. Bossman came through for me.” Holli giggled.
“I gotta go.”
“See you when I get out, baby daddy.” Holli hung up the phone before I could.
It was already 9 a.m., and since I had to be at the studio by noon, I picked out my outfit. After having a bowl of cereal, I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed in the comfortable clothes since Tony let me know it was gon’ be a long ass day in the booth.
I got there around 10:50 a.m., which was perfect. because I wanted to holla at Tony before Abel and Rahim got here to join the session.
“You here ten minutes early? I’m surprised as fuck. Actually works out because I need to talk to yo’ ass.” Tony glanced at his watch as I sat next to him at the mixer.
“Yeah, I wanna talk to you too.” We slapped hands.
“You first nigga.” He eyed me suspiciously.
“I got a call from Holli this morning, and she told me you got her a lawyer? One that’s gon’ have her out of jail in like two weeks?”
“And? Fuck is the problem?”
“Look, I ain’t tell you all the details about the visit she and I had, but she popping shit about being pregnant. I don’t believe her ass, but I can’t have them kind of problems. Not to mention, that’s gon’ present issues for the label if she’s unable to work while pregnant and shit.”
“That bitch can work while she pregnant. Shit, by the time her single drops, so will that muthafucka in her belly, and she can get right back to the shit. Either way, I’m gon’ make this fucking money.”
“Tony—”
“Nah, nigga, don’t try to mind fuck me with no bullshit. If you too pussy to deal with that crooked tooth ass bitch, that’s on you. But soon as she touch down, she gon’ be in this booth making my money. Don’t give a fuck if the doctor niggas gotta perform a fucking C-section in the studio, that hoe gon’ be working.”
“You failing to realize that I can’t have problems with my personal life while I’m trying to do this music shit.” I frowned, shaking my head.
“You failing to realize that I don’t give a fuck. Yo’ personal life ain’t got shit to do with me. Quit letting that hoe scare yo’ ass, and keep her in check. I don’t wanna hear shit else about that baby shit. I got my own fucking baby on the way. I can’t be worried about yo’ snot nose ass kid and rotten pussy baby mama.”
I sat back in the chair, fuming like a muthafucka.
“This some bullshit.”
“Quit pouting ’fore I have that hoe beat yo’ ass like she did last time.”
“I can’t stand yo’ ass.”
“I don’t like yo’ ass either, bitch. Get in the fucking booth ’fore I get upset.”
Raising up, I paused. “I thought a good lawyer cost too damn much?”
“It did, but PRC and Make a Killing signed a contract. After they heard Holli’s music, they agreed to do and pay whatever to get her ass out of jail,” he replied just as Abel and Rahim entered the room. “Now get in the muthafuckin’ booth, Anna Mae.”
As Rahim and Abel roared with laughter, I stormed to the booth, angrier than I was when I walked in this bitch. I couldn’t have Holli out of jail, ruining my life and what I had growing with Rubie. And I surely couldn’t have no fucking baby with her ass.
It wasn’t until 9 p.m. that my session finally concluded. Tony was picking at every little thing, but I admit I was off because my thoughts weren’t in the right place.
On the flipside, I was happy as hell that Tony had gotten a distribution deal with big ass PRC. That meant my shit was about to be everywhere, and in Tony’s words, more money would be in rotation to make more moves. Tomorrow, we would be meeting back up at 10 a.m. to talk about the upcoming plan, along with Nala, and Holli over the phone.
As soon as I got in my whip, I dialed Rubie’s number. She hadn’t texted me back all fucking day, and I was tired of the shit.
“Hello?” She whispered after taking a hundred years to even answer the damn phone.
“Damn, what, you been underwater all day?”
“What you mean? And that’s how you respond to people?”
“Hello. Now, why haven’t you answered any of my fucking texts, Rubie?”
“I was at work all day, and it was pretty busy. I told you I’m trying to go above and beyond to show Mark I’m worthy of a raise, promotion, or something.”
“Yeah, whatever. Why you whispering?”
“Because I don’t want him to hear me. I can’t even talk right now because he and I are watching a movie.”
“Watching a movie? Shouldn’t he be looking for a job on Monster or some shit?”
“Eitan, stop it. I already told you if you wanna kick it with me, the digs at my boyfriend are not gonna fly.”
I looked out the window, watching the cars zip up and down King before I cranked my shit to head home. I needed to rest up so I wouldn’t be late to the studio tomorrow.
> “So I’m trying to see you tomorrow after the studio. Or maybe you can come to the studio.”
“Hmm, what time? I’m not sure.”
“Rubie, you running me fucking low.”
“Okay, okay. Just text me what time, and I can either stop by the studio or I can meet you after, just as long as it’s not too late. I can’t stay out all night, ya know.”
“You can do whatever you want to. You a grown ass woman.”
“You know what I mean, Eitan. I spent the night that one time, and it was too stressful for me.”
“Yeah, aight.” I didn’t care what Rubie was talking about; her ass was spending the night tomorrow.
I was keeping it cool and not trying to pressure her ass because I knew that would only make her pull away. So I had to ease myself into her life, breaking her down more and more so that when I got ready to snatch her, it’d be like taking candy from a damn baby.
“See you tomorrow.”
“Likewise, beautiful.” I listened to her giggle shyly before promptly hanging up the phone.
Next day…
The meeting had concluded about twenty minutes ago, so while Tony ordered food for everybody, aka certain muthafuckas, I stepped outside to call up Rubie to make sure she was gon’ come.
“Hello.” Camarih waved as soon as I hung up the phone with Rubie. Even with that belly, baby girl looked good in that white dress she had on.
“’Sup.” I smirked before we both entered the building.
I went to sit down on the couch as everybody else talked and chilled, while Camarih started toward Tony at the mixer. Nala was standing near them, so I kept my eyes on their asses to see if there would be some shit to entertain me.
“Damn, baby. Let me eat yo’ pussy.” Tony pulled Camarih closer before bringing her down into his lap. “Why you breathing over me and my girl?” Tony asked Nala without even looking at her ass.
“Oh, sorry.” She backed up some but stayed close.
She stood there looking stupid as fuck before finally walking off, so the homie Rahim and I laughed a little bit at her.
“Can I sit?” Nala pointed to the seat between Rahim and I, so he moved over some.
“You good?” I inquired as Rahim tried to snicker on the low. Old girl was looking depressed as fuck.
“Yeah. I just had something I wanted to discuss with him, but you know I can’t talk to him if Camarih is here.” She shrugged.
Nala was fine as hell. She was thick, had cool features that weren’t weird or no shit like that, and she kept her hair done. Plus, her voice was nice as fuck. Camarih looked way better though, at least to me, and her personality, although opposite of the homie’s, matched him better.
“Why? Camarih gon’ fight you?” Rahim questioned as Nala watched Tony and Camarih share pecks.
“No. He told me I couldn’t talk to him when she’s here.”
As much as Rahim and I tried to hold the shit in, we couldn’t and burst into a fit of laughter.
“That nigga Wacko wild as fuck.” Rahim continued to chortle.
“Fuck both of y’all immature ass niggas.” Nala hopped up.
“Aye, wait, wait, don’t leave!” I tried to stop her ass, but because I was chuckling, she slipped from my grasp and bounced.
“Man, fuck her. I bet if that nigga asked her to suck his dick right now, she’d do it, so I don’t feel bad for her ass.” Rahim shrugged, drinking some Hennessy from a personal bottle.
It was still odd to me that this nigga Rahim had a wife but hadn’t mentioned her once since I met his ass. All the times he, Tony, and I had discussed females, and this nigga never once said he had a whole ass family back in Nevada. Shit was weird but whatever.
My phone chimed just as Cornell walked in with the food. I saw Rubie had texted that she was outside, so I went to fetch her.
“Damn.” I smiled seeing her climb out of the car. She was wearing jeans and some top that exposed her back.
“Calm down. I’m not even dressed.” She neared me before throwing her arms around my neck.
We shared a kiss as I rubbed on her ass and then led her inside of the studio.
“Glad you came.”
“I can’t stay too long. I have to get back to work.”
I said nothing as we sat down on the couch.
“DSL, you let the homie fuck yet?” Tony looked at Rubie. Camarih pinched him before getting up to come hug Rubie. “My bad. My girl don’t like me offending hoes in her presence. So I might be cordial to the rest of y’all bitches while she here.” Tony drank some of his drink before nodding for me to go inside the booth.
“You gon’ be good?” I asked Rubie, and she nodded before turning her attention back to Camarih and her belly.
I’d been in the booth for only twenty minutes, and this nigga Tony was getting heated as fuck due to my mess ups. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Either I was focusing too much on Rubie leaving or Holli getting out.
POP! POP!
“Ahh!” A few of the girls and the homies screamed after Tony shot two holes through the booth glass. Had my ass not ducked and dived over to the side, he would’ve hit me.
“Shut the fuck up!” Tony barked, making everyone clamoring, quiet down. I rose back up slowly, baffled like fuck. The only person calm was Camarih, like she was used to this psycho nigga. I’d known him longer, and his antics still caught me off guard. “Now I don’t know if I gotta shoot yo’ ass, clock you, or stomp you the fuck out, E, but quit wasting my muthafuckin’ time.” He ran off, gun still in his hand. “You better be real fucking West Coast with this shit! Run that muthafucka again, Abel.” He stayed standing, holding the gun and watching me like he was Joe Jackson and I was one-fifth of the Jackson 5.
By the Grace of God, I hit all my marks, despite me trying to keep an eye on his gun crazy ass. He bobbed his head as I rapped but kept the gun clutched in his hand until the song finished.
“You crazy as fuck, muthafucka!” I barked angrily once done with that track. I’d peed a little bit, so I was hot as fish grease.
“Tell me some shit I don’t know, bitch.” He locked his gun back in his waist and sat down. “You hit that shit though, cuz.” He grinned, slapping hands with Abel then Rahim.
“Shit was way better. Hard as fuck.” Rahim agreed.
Inviting Rubie to the studio wasn’t the best idea because we worked for a long ass time. I thought I’d be able to chill after a verse or two, but perfectionist ass Tony kept ragging on my rhymes and saying I sounded like a homo thug with a lisp. The shit was jokes, but I admit I was a bit embarrassed. Rubie ended up staying my whole session though.
“Do better tomorrow, Anna Mae. I ain’t trying to have to come in that booth and slap yo’ ass around to get my song right.” Tony led Camarih away from the studio as everyone else dispersed.
“Well that was fun.” Rubie sniggered.
“For you maybe. I’m tired as hell, but not too tired for some company.”
“Eitan—”
“Just for a little while.”
“Okay, sure.”
We went our separate ways to our whips, and Rubie followed me to my crib. I made sure to put my phone on Do Not Disturb because some nights Holli blew me up from random numbers. I didn’t know how, but the bitch was crazy, and I didn’t put shit past her ass. She’d already made a bad impression on Rubie, and I wasn’t about to allow another one.
“Oh my gosh. It feels so good to lie down.” Rubie laid back in my bed, so I got next to her.
“Who you telling? I can’t stand the homie in boss mode. He be extra as fuck.” I put my watch on the nightstand near my bed.
“Yeah, especially calling me DSL.”
I laughed, but when she looked at me, I stopped.
“He was wrong for that one.” I kept my snickers under wraps.
“It’s already pretty late, and I don’t feel like getting up but…” Her sentence trailed off when her phone buzzed, and she looked at it.
“You
aight?”
“I don’t want to tell you because you’ll only use it against me.”
“I promise I won’t.” She showed me her phone screen, and it was an Apple wallet notification saying a $45 charge had gone through on her debit card. “I’m guessing old boy did that.”
“Yes.” She sighed. “I’m not even the money hungry type, but it’s hard taking care of two people on my pay, especially when one spends so frivolously.”
“So what you gon’ say to his ass?”
“What can I say? He’s probably having dinner with someone important and needed to pay for his meal. I gave him an extra card on my account for emergencies.”
“You can’t be serious, Rubie. That was the dumbest shit you could’ve done.”
“Wow.” She got up fast as fuck. “I knew I couldn’t confide in you.” She immediately started putting her shoes on.
“Baby, wait.” I hopped off the bed to stop her, but she put her hand up while looking off.
“You are not my man, and you will never be my man. No matter how badly you talk about Armonn or me for that matter, I will never leave him for you. I’d rather a broke ass man who loves me than a judgmental asshole who barely knows which way is up.”
“Barely knows which way is up?”
“Yeah. You’re just another rapper who doesn’t know shit else but how to make a song. And sometimes you can’t even do that, like today!”
“Aight. I’m gon’ let that go since you mad.”
“Do whatever you want, negro. Goodbye.” She put her hand in my face before leaving my bedroom then my spot altogether.
I just went to take a shower so I could scrub that little bit of pee that drizzled out earlier, off me. I couldn’t stop replaying the events just moments ago though.
What the fuck had happened?
Shanece
“Thank you for coming to chill with me here. I know it’s not the best place to have lunch.” I smiled at Camarih.
We were at this burger place around the corner from the hospital in Torrance. Paul hadn’t been doing well, so lately, he and I had both been basically living in the hospital.
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