“You… got a few screws loose, don’t you?”
“Now, how you want me to answer that? I mean, if you’re asking if I put my hands on people for no reason, no I don’t. Have I been known to smack a hoe when she gets out of line? Fuck yes! And I enjoy it.”
“Yeah… loose screws,” I teased with a laugh. If she wasn’t making my dick hard, she had me laughing. Shit, sometimes she had me cracking upwithmy shit on rock and that was uncomfortable as hell.
“Nigga, you engage in the one of the most violent sports ever and you got the nerve to talk shit to me? Again, boy fuck you!” She laughed and stood up. My eyes did a quick scan over her body and I licked my lips, recovering before her eyes made it back to mine. At this point. I was willing to cut a check just for her to let me sniff it.
“Where you headed?”
“Home… well to the house,” she shrugged. Niko had budgeted a rental for her and Jocelyn in a neighborhood not too far from mine to keep them close and reduce their travel time. He wouldn’t even tell me how much that shit was costing.
“You tryna kick it or something?”
“Chase. No,” she laughed. “Just because I can stand you for more than thirty seconds doesn’t mean that we homies. I’m still on your payroll. I gotta go.” My face instantly screwed up—I knew she was right, but that didn’t change the fact that I wanted her around for more than just business.
King vs Andrews
Today begins the official proceedings for the high-profile domestic violence case between ex-lovers Chanel King and Chase Andrews. King claims to have suffered from physical, emotional, and financial abuse at the hands of Andrews. Both sides gave their opening statements, and this looks like it could be a long one, possibly taking weeks or months before it comes to a close.
We madeour way through the courthouse with me and the rest of the guys leading the way, and Amaya and Jocelyn behind us talking as they walked. When we hit the hallway, I looked to myleft, and saw a man on his way in. He was in a tan scrub set with chains around his wrists and ankles. The sight was enough to make me shake my head sympathetically. I had seen far too many of my brothers in chains and had my fair share of homies that I knew would never see freedom again.
The same moment that I started feeling bad for the nigga, he lost his fuckin’ mind. He somehow escaped the two guards escorting him, bolting across the hall and ending up right in front of Amaya. She went stiff as a board when she saw him approaching to scream in her face.
“Bitch, this is what you do? You help rich niggas get off, but you can’t do shit for a broke one! Huh? You think he better than me?” It was clear the nigga was either on something, coming down from something, or dealing with some sort of mental health crisis, but the look of pure shock and terror on her face made me spring into action.
In an instant I was on him, doing everything in my power to put his head though the marble pillar behind him. I should have let security handle it, but the situation required urgency and them niggas were moving too slow. The man gasped and sputtered as I held him high off the floor and my people tried to pry me off of him.
“W-Wait! Let me go man! I ain't mean to do that shit! I’m sorry!”
“The only reason you claiming to be sorry now is because a man stepped to you. You had no problem getting in her face because she’s a woman, but when I’m in yours you wanna be sorry? Nigga I’ll beat the fuck outta you!”
“Chase, let security handle it,” Niko said. I almost listened, but when I caught a glimpse of Amaya still standing there frozen in fear, with tears in her eyes, that damn near signed the niggas death certificate—if I ended up being the one in chains behind this, then it would be well worth it. It took three security guards and a deputy to peel me off his ass, and by then the corridor was more crowded and I noticed the paparazzi in the background.
“We need to go,” Jocelyn whispered. The next thing I knew, my security was whisking us away. The shit looked like it was straight out of a movie the way they moved us through the crowd, getting us to our cars and damn near tossing us in. Somehow in all the commotion, we ended up completely mixed up with Jocelyn, Niko, and Johnathan in the first SUV, and me and Amaya in the second SUV. As soon as we were settled and moving, her phone was going off with a call from Jocelyn.
“Hello,” she answered softly, making me mad all over again when I noticed the slight shake in her voice. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” she squeaked. “Jocelyn, I’mfine. He just scared the shit out of me for a second. I’m good though… Nah, I don’t need anything else, you go and have fun, I think I’m gonna just wrap everything up and head home… Okay, girl. Bye.”
She hung up, then looked at her phone, cursing under her breath.
“Shit, they’re already posting about it.”
“It's already hitting the blogs?” I asked, shaking my head. These people were fuckin’ ridiculous. “Can I see?”
“You know you could see this on your own phone if-”
“IknowAmaya, just let me see, please.” She rolled her eyes and handed me her phone which was pulled up on the gossip site ShaySpillstheTea with comments rolling in by the second.
New Courtroom Drama Unlocked!
@ShaySpillstheTea
Chase Andrews allegedly hemmed up a rogue inmate at the L.A. County Courthouse just moments ago. Somehow, the inmate was able to escape custody and made threatening gestures to a member of Chase’s team.
Video linked below.
@FlyersChic85: Oh my GAWDDDDD. Did you see how he checked that nigga for her? We love a touch her and die!
@NsstyyDncr: PLZ! And how he whisked her away!? Sign me UPPPP!
