“I agree, I agree.” Richard stood up and buttoned his suit jacket. “Well, I think that settles it, gentlemen. Teagan here will contact you in a week, or you can call us if you decide beforehand, and we can get back down here and sign some papers.”
“Great, and nice meeting you again.” I rose to my feet, along with Chaz, Ishmael, and Teagan. We all shook hands and then parted ways.
“Were you really about to tell him you didn’t wanna work with Mischief?” Chaz questioned as soon as we were back in Ishmael’s car.
“Hell yeah. Fuck that nigga!”
“I understand you’re mad at him about Brooke, but let that shit go. She’s a hoe and ain’t worth you fucking ya career up for.”
“I ain’t fucking up shit for that bitch! I just don’t want to do business with a sheisty ass nigga like Mischief!”
“Yeah, old hoe ass nigga,” Ishmael sucked his teeth and made a left turn.
“Aye, don’t be talking shit about my brother,” I hissed.
“Nigga, you were just talking shit about the nigga! And I can say whatever the fuck I want about a nigga that’s supposed to be family but fucking my bitch!”
“That’s my damn brother! I can call Mischief anything I want, muthafucka, but you can’t!”
“Aight! Both of y’all shut the fuck up! Ishmael, you should have left Sammi’s ass alone when you found out she let Mischief fuck not even twenty-four hours after y’all split! Bitch been a hoe so kill all that bullshit! And Kordell, you gon’ have to suck it the fuck up and work! Unfortunately for you, our brother is hot right now and that’s who we need to work with! Y’all both acting like a bunch of bitch ass niggas over two females that can’t keep their legs closed! Fighting over friendly pussy is a negative!” Chaz blew up.
It was rare that he went off, so I knew that nigga was annoyed. It was partially due to the fact that he was dealing with marital problems, but he was also right. Brooke was a hoe, and Sammi’s ass for damn sure was a smut. So I was gonna continue to work with my brother to get this bread. But if I heard Ishmael talk more shit about him, then it was gon’ be a muthafucking problem.
Ishmael drove to Kinkos so he could fax the contract to this lawyer named Oliver that we’d hired. I was hoping he didn’t find any bullshit within the document because I felt like Chaz and I would be back at square one.
Once the papers were faxed, Ishmael took Chaz and I home so we could meet up later tonight and celebrate a little bit at Playhouse Hollywood.
***
We were inside Playhouse, sitting around a table with a bucket of ice, juice, and free alcohol. Chaz invited my other weak ass brother, so it was a foursome tonight. We were already a little lit from popping a pill; well everyone except Chaz’s ass. I was prepared to have a good ass time tonight, but the fact that Mischief was here, and The Models were hosting tonight, kind of fucked my shit up already.
“Shit is poppin’ tonight,” Chaz said, and Mischief nodded as he sipped his drink.
I just looked at him and sucked my teeth. Shit pissed me off that he couldn’t even do so much as apologize for sliding up in Brooke. I hated that he did shit and didn’t feel any remorse ever. Only time I’d ever seen that nigga regret some shit was when he cheated on his bitch. If I was as fucked up as I wanted to be, I would definitely try to smash her. But unlike him, I had respect for my brothers and shit that they claimed as theirs. Not to mention, a part of me still had hope for Cassie and I, and I didn’t want to smash her homegirl.
“You keep looking at me like you wanna swing.” Mischief looked into my eyes as he took another gulp of straight tequila. He’d mainly had his eyes on Laine from across the room the whole night, and this was the first time he’d looked elsewhere.
“Well keep an eye out, nigga, because I just might do it. Fake ass,” I hissed and he chuckled while shaking his head. I swear this muthafucka was trying me. I had to clasp my hands together so I wouldn’t rock his shit.
“Kordell, I did not fuck that bitch. I have never fucked her or even tried to. It blows my damn mind that you can believe some hoe over yo’ own damn brother but whatever. You and Ishmael both can keep crying over them hoes if you want to.”
“I’ll be right back because I’m about to fuck this nigga up.” Ishmael stood up and walked off towards where The Models were, I guess to holler at that girl he’d been eyeing for almost a month. Mischief just laughed at Ishmael, obviously not even the slightest bit afraid, with his drunk and high ass.
“Shai, shut the fuck up, man, because I’m two damn seconds from knocking yo’ ass upside the head too.”
“So do that shit then, nigga! Y’all niggas are some straight bitches out here! Y’all talk too damn much and don’t be with the shit!” his demeanor had changed. He was no longer playful but angry.
“Shai, leave me the fuck alone, bro. I’m not gon’ tell you again,” I stated calmly, watching Cassie’s pretty snake ass. If he made one more smart-ass comment to me, I was knocking fire from him. “Even Pops said he caught you and Brooke together in yo’ old room at the house, so just quit lying about shit and grow a pair. Bitch ass.”
“Nigga—”
“Can we please just have a good fucking time? Damn! Y’all niggas are aggravating as fuck! I feel like I’m hanging with bitches that bleed once a month!” Chaz barked.
No more words were said, and after a few minutes, Ishmael walked back over with that same chick he’d been lusting after. I noticed that hoe I let suck me up at the park, was coming along with her same two friends. Laine followed soon after, and sat down in Mischief’s lap, making one of the girls who had her eyes on him upset. Excluding Laine and the bitch Ishmael had, they were all ugly as fuck, but that one hoe could suck dick like a grade A prostitute. Matter fact, I was in the mood for that shit right now.
“Did you pop a fucking pill?” I heard Laine whisper harshly as she sat in Mischief’s lap, holding his face. He just grinned widely, obviously high, as she sucked her teeth and shook her head. He just started kissing her neck and squeezing her ass. She had a little small plump one that I nodded in approval to.
“Hey, Kordell,” the girl who topped me off smiled.
“What’s good? What’s your name again?”
“Farrah,” she giggled, fixing her spandex like pants that clung to her thick frame like saran wrap.
“You trying to give me an encore of that performance you gave me back at Rowley?” I grinned, licking my lips and running my hand down her hips.
“Right now?”
“We can go to the car.”
“Umm, I’m kind of working right now… but okay.”
I rose to my feet, took her hand in mine, and then snatched Chaz’s keys off the table. He yelled to find out where I was going, but I ignored his ass as I led Farrah through the club. As a couple bitches lightly tugged on my shirt to get my attention, I looked over to see Cassie watching Farrah and I leave while frowning. She was about to blow a fuse at any second, but fuck her.
“Kordell, don’t leave,” some pretty girl grabbed my wrist while swaying her body to the Rae Sremmurd song playing over the club. She was too fine to pass up.
“Aye, I’ll meet you outside.” I turned to Farrah, and then stepped back some so she could pass me and exit the club. She looked at the girl, then me, scoffed, but then took her ass towards the exit like I’d told her to.
I got the fine bitch’s name and number, then went outside so Farrah could blow me. Today was up and down for me, but mostly great.
Mischief
“Handsome, Ira told me you were here. Why didn’t you come up to the room and say hi?” My mother entered my dad’s office in a robe, her underwear, and a lace material bra. She came to stand in front of the coffee table that sat in front of the brown leather sectional I was on.
“Ma, I’m not in the mood for yo’ shit today. I came to talk to yo’ husband and that’s it.” I looked away from her.
“Not in the mood for my shit?” she came and sat next to me. “I hav
en’t seen you in a while and I wanted to talk and see how you were doing. I’m your mother, Shai, you shouldn’t go so long without seeing or speaking to me.” She rubbed her hand down my fade, and I just stared off, refusing to reply or look her crazy ass way. Sighing, she asked, “So are you still spending time with that girl?”
“Her name is Laine.”
“Laine. Are you still spending time with her?” I didn’t say anything so she continued. “I don’t like her for you. I think she’s way too clingy. You haven’t known her that long and she was already trying to meet Doreen and me,” she chuckled.
“Ain’t nobody wanted to meet yo’ ass.”
She paused for a moment, then continued speaking.
“Anyway, love, I think she’s too attached to you. You’re young, you need to get out there and date different women. Keep yourself available for right now.” She rubbed down my leg so I smacked it away before finally looking her in the eyes with a deep glare. “Shai, I want us to be close again. Remember when we were close?” Her gaze drifted from my face and then cascaded down my arms.
The lust in her eyes disgusted me and if she wasn’t my mother and ten times smaller, I might have busted her stupid ass across the face. I didn’t understand how she thought the things she said and did were cool.
“Oh what a nice surprise,” my father walked into his office, prompting my mom to hop up and quickly close her long silk pink robe so he couldn’t see her lingerie. I hated that fucking robe.
My parents made eye contact, and even though no words were spoken, the conversation that took place was loud and clear. He knew very well his bitch was sick in the head and wanted a relationship with me more than him. He’d known for years, but since he always had his dick in other bitches, he’d never said shit. It was obvious it bothered him though, because he always had that same disappointed look whenever he knew she was up to her bullshit.
“Honey, when did you get here?” my mom questioned, awkwardly smiling and tossing her long brown hair back. Gorgeous Spanish woman, especially for her age, so I didn’t get why she just didn’t go out and find another nigga to sit on.
“About five minutes ago, sweetheart. Could you give us a moment, I think Mischief wants to talk to me.” He attempted to hide the anger and dismay he felt. It was obvious by the way he tried to keep his voice steady and calm.
“Yes, okay. Well let me know if you guys need anything. I will be in the pool out back.”
As soon as she left I said, “You should get your wife some help instead of sitting around plotting on another nigga like a little bitch.”
Chuckling, my father sat behind his desk after unbuttoning his Brooks Brothers suit coat.
“I’m guessing you need to get something off of your chest.”
“Why the fuck did you lie to Kordell and tell him you caught Brooke and me fucking, huh? What’s yo’ issue, old man?”
“I simply told him what I saw.”
“You’re fucking serious? You know damn well you ain’t never caught me doing shit in this house! I was barely ever here growing up! So why the hell would I bring a bitch to this crib to fuck?”
“I don’t know. I wondered the same thing when I walked in on it.”
Laughing angrily, I shook my head as I rose to my feet.
“You’re just as crazy as yo’ fucking wife, you know that? I guess because you know she would rather fuck her own son like some sick ass animal instead of yo’ bitch ass, you feel the need to come for me.”
As soon as I finished, he was around his desk and grabbing me up by my collar. I shoved him off me, and he hit his back on his desk, before bending over and yelling in pain.
“You son of a bitch!” he groaned. Old ass nigga.
“You got one thing right. I am the son of a bitch.”
WHAM!
I whacked him across the face with a left hook, sending him flying. He cleared most of the shit that was sitting on his desk, and before he could recover, I delivered punch after punch. Once he was crouched down some, I stomped on his back, sending him to the floor in pain. Quickly pulling my gun from my waist, I pressed it to his temple as he glared at me, blood spilling from every opening in his face.
“Damn, what happened to you, old man? You’re supposed to be big bad Mel Benjamin, but in here getting yo’ ass handed to you,” I laughed loudly, gun still prodding his temple. “Let me tell you something, I’m not a little ass boy that you can toy around with, blood. You keep trying to fuck me over and I’ll kill yo’ ass. That’s on everything I love. I will murk you and that light-skinned hoe if she keeps trying to pin that fucking baby on me. I don’t know what the fuck yo’ problem is, but you better get that shit together before I end you.”
I stood up straight and locked my gun in my waist as I stared down at this big ass nigga. I then started towards the door to leave.
“You’re gonna regret that, Mischief,” he coughed.
“Fuck out of here. I ain’t scared of you, and I damn sure ain’t scared of dying.”
I walked briskly from his office, and past the laundry room where Ira the housekeeper was. She looked at my white shirt, and when she saw the blood specks, she booked it past me to my dad’s office. Hearing her scream his name in horror made me smirk. If that nigga wanted to kill me then he could go right ahead, but I would never go out begging nobody for shit, not even my life.
I left my dad’s house and had to go all the way home to Compton to change my shirt. I had a session with Aspen at Static, and it wasn’t exactly a good look to be dressed in shit with blood spots on it. As soon as I switched my wife beater and t-shirt, my phone rang and I saw it was Laine.
“That pussy wet?” I answered.
“Shai! What if I had my grandma on three-way or something?” she laughed.
“Shit, question still applies.”
“Oh my gosh!” she shrieked as we laughed in unison. “I don’t even wanna think about my grandma like that so please just… no.”
“Yo’ granny probably got that good good. You inherited that shit.”
“Please, Shai, my throat is jumping. I’m legit about to throw up. Anyway, what are you doing? I finished my shoot early and I want to go to the movies.”
“Uh, I can’t right now, baby. I have a session until 8pm, but sometimes it goes longer so I don’t want to promise you anything.”
“Session with who?”
“Why?”
“I’m just making conversation.”
“New artist that you don’t know. It’s a guy though,” I lied.
“Oh, well the movie I want to see has a showing at 11:35pm, you don’t think you can make that? Not even for me? The girl you love? The girl that gives you back massages even when she’s dead tired.”
“I don’t know, baby girl. You don’t be trying to let me finger bang you in the theatre and that’s the only reason I go to the movies. I get shit on bootleg if I wanna see it.”
“I can’t stand you because I know you’re dead serious right now. Just please come. I already bought a ticket.”
“Aight, but don’t get mad if I can’t go.”
“I will be. Bye, baby. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
If I went, I was digging in that pussy.
I hung up my phone, locked it, and then slipped it down into my pocket. After grabbing my wallet and a gallon of water, I was out the door and on my way to the Static building.
When I got to the studio, Aspen wasn’t there yet, so I set my shit down and started to power all the equipment on. By the time everything was up and ready, Aspen walked through the door in some tight ass black pants and what looked like a bra.
“How are you?” I asked as she walked over to the couch and threw her big ass purse down.
“Fine.”
“Aight. I got the track cued up, so whenever you’re ready we can pick up from where we left off last time, which was the second verse.”
“Whatever.” She walked angrily into the booth.
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nbsp; I could see her through the big ass glass window and her face was balled up. She wasn’t my bitch or a woman in my life that I gave a fuck about, so asking her what was wrong wasn’t gon’ happen. I didn’t care, honestly. I wanted to record as much as possible, so I could be out of here in a timely manner. Hopefully, Laine and I could see a movie earlier than that 11 o’clock one she’d found.
We finished that song and then surprisingly made it through another, before we decided to take a break. She ordered food to be delivered, while I went to Juicy Wingz for a burger. I was in the mood for something hearty and I needed some fresh air too.
After eating, I went back to the studio, and Aspen was sitting there pouting while typing away on her phone. I sat at the soundboard, listened to the track we’d just done, and then cut if off.
“So we can go ahead and add the ad-libs to this one now, and then if you want we can start another song or do that next time. We’ve been in here for a while.”
She got up without a word, and instead of going into the booth, she sat in the chair next to me.
“So is this what you do to all women?”
“What?” I frowned, not in the mood for shit she was about to bring my way.
“I mean we were cool, then after I gave you head you started acting funny. Then we got back cool again, then we had sex and you started being funny again. And then you got weird on me at my house for some reason. Now we don’t even talk.”
“I talk to you all the time. I’ve been talking to yo’ ass all day,” I stated dryly.
“Yeah, about business, Mischief! I text you things that are not about the music and I get no response. And I know you see them because your read receipts are on.”
“I never said I didn’t see your texts. Like I told yo’ ass before, I’m not obligated to reply.”
“So you just used me for sex then.”
“I didn’t use you for shit. You were the one offering me your pussy the first day I met you. You’re the one who crawled onto your knees and sucked me off. I didn’t ask you for shit. You think just because I fucked I have some sort of duty to reply to your messages or hit you up? Fuck out of here.”
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