Page 11 of Certified Sin

“Who’s address, is it?” I relayed what his name was. She wanted me to tell her how I knew him, but that part was none of her business.

“Just some nigga who wanna record with Deuces. You got me?” I could tell she was apprehensive. She probably ain’t ever do anything like this.

I rinsed off, turning around to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’ll see what I can do.” Ronnie reached out to put her hands on my chest.

“When am I gonna see you again? I know the studio sessions take a long time.”

Them shits last forever. One song can take up to six hours to record, and we like to do at least two in one session. Reese wrote all the songs, and my man’s a beast on the mic, but picky as hell. He won’t let up until it’s where he needed it to be.

“Yeah, it’ll be a minute. You should come by tomorrow though and watch me work.” Ronnie stood under the showerhead for a minute until I turned it off.

Her smile widened as she followed me, water dripping off her body. “Okay, that sounds good.”

I didn’t stay farfrom the office, so it wouldn’t take me long to drop Ronnie off. Everything involving my music is minutes from each other, including the studio, the office, and the beats store I get my equipment from.

Ronnie was looking out the window as we pulled up to the back of the building. The paparazzi always in the front tryna catch somebody, so this way, her ass could just walk right on in.

“I had a good time tonight,” she confessed, reaching under the seat for her tote bag.

“Yeah. It was good, baby. I’mma see you later alright.” I kissed her cheek.

“Let me know about the address too. Have it for me when you come to the studio. I need to get him in ASAP,” I lied again.

“Okay, I’ll do it in the morning. See you later.” Ronnie leaned over to kiss me, then hopped out of the whip.

Walking toward the door, she swiped her access card to get in before going inside the building.Once I knew she was gone, I dug in the driver’s side door for a piece of paper.

Dialing the number, I waited a few seconds for somebody to pick it up.

“Hello.”

A feminine voice came from the other side.

“Sup, this Donna?” I asked, referring to the server from earlier.

“What took you so long? I’ve been waiting up for you.”Shit! That’s what I’m talking about. I love a muthafucka that stays hot and ready.

“Word? Well, text me your location, and I’mma roll through.”

“Okay, daddy.” She hung up.

A nigga cheesed hard as fuck, on God. I just knew I caught a freaky one! I looked back one more time before I pulled off. Ronnie a cool chick, but she ain’t worth getting out of the game for.

Chapter 9

Reese

“Runthat by me one more time?” I told Rayna. I know she ain’t just say what I thought she said. I pushed my plate of food to the side, because I ain’t even hungry after hearing those words.

“Raine said she’s pregnant.” Rayna was sitting in a bar stool at the table with her arms folded.

“Who’s the nigga I’m finna fuck up?” I spat through clenched teeth. I was so damn mad I ain’t know what to do with myself. My baby sister was pregnant. I couldn’t believe this bullshit.

“She wouldn’t tell me his name, just that he wouldn’t want the baby.” Rayna rubbed the back of her neck.

I leaped to my feet. “He ain’t got no fucking choice! His ass gone take care of what he made.”