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“Don’t ask because it could get a lot worse. The minute it leaked, Sheets’s lawyer called saying he was pushing forward with the assault charges. He no longer wants to do a sit down, flat out refuses. He knows it looks bad for you. They’re already driving the narrative that you attacked him.”
“He started that shit. I was gonna let it ride, at least in front of everybody but he kept fucking pushing.”
“Because he wanted a reaction. He just wasn’t expecting the one he got.”
A broken nose, the loss of two teeth, and a lot more bruises. “The fuck did he think was gonna happen? I might sing that smooth shit but ain’t nothing about me soft like them other pretty boy muthafuckers on the label. So now what?”
“I’m working on self-defense. I reached out to a few who I knew where there but to be honest, they’re all labelmates and under Sheet’s thumb. They need his blessing so they’re not likely gonna take your side. They’ll probably want to stay out of it.”
“Then let me talk to them. I know how to…”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not. You’re already in deep enough with Sheets. We’re not adding to the problem, Sol.”
“Then what the fuck am I supposed to do? I’m ready to be done with this shit and get back to my life.”
“I know and like I’ve told you a million times, I’m working on it but I’m not a fucking magician. This looks bad and the video isn’t helping. Right now I’m trying to track down where the leak came from. If they caught the fight, they likely caught all of it. What was shared was intentionally cut to make you look bad which means…”
“Sheets.”
“Yeah. Just be patient and let me do what I do. You been writing music?”
“There ain’t shit here that inspired me.”
That was a lie. I wrote three songs the night I got home after talking to Cadence in the parking lot. The words started flowing and wouldn’t stop.
The only reason they did was because I tugged my headphones over my head and listened to one of my playlists. I eventually fell asleep but only for an hour at most because she called, barking out commands about meeting at the fountain in front of city hall, to dress comfortably, and be there at nine or she was leaving without me.
“Then focus more. The last thing you need…”
“You don’t think I know. Fuck I’m trying but it’s a little hard to be inspired with this shit hanging over my head. What good are songs gonna do me if I have to do time?”
“You’re not going to jail.”
“You can’t promise I won’t.”
“The fuck I can’t. I’m gonna figure this out, just give me time.”
“Yeah.”
The minute I opened my eyes I noticed a pair of smooth mocha legs, cut and defined, extending from the bottom of short denim overalls.
I frowned, watching her enter alone and continuing to study her through the glass front as she climbed on one of the stools at the counter near the entrance. Her head was down, eyes fastened to her phone, but she was alone.
Waiting on some nigga who didn’t deserve her time.
“Sol?”
“I’m cool, Drew. Shit’s just frustrating.”
“I know but I promise we’ll get it handled. Trust me.”
“I do, but let me hit you back,” I said, unfastening my seatbelt as I tugged at the handle to get out.
“Everything okay? How’s Kaliq?”
“He’s good. I’m about to pick up some food and head home.”
“Okay. I’ll call you later this week.”
