When we first started this, I knew he would still feel for Isla, but I didn’t think I’d care. But knowing he went out of his way to hurt her, made me feel some type of way. Particularly because MG wasn’t that type of guy, so if Isla had enough power to pull him out of character, that was a problem for me. Only time a man went against who he usually was for a woman, was because he loved her. Like how savage ass Ricky was acting like a lead member of Jodeci to get Draylah back. Old Forever My Lady head ass.
“Baby—”
“I’m gonna give you some time to think. If you come to the conclusion that you do want me, and only me, which means not paying Isla any type of mind, then let me know. If not, I’ll be okay with that too.”
I grabbed some of my bags from the car, and so did he, before we both carried them inside. Once done, he looked like he wanted to say something, but instead, he just went to his car and left.
Chapter Seven: Ricky AK
The latest song I’d recorded, which was just a feature on Frisk’s track, played through my studio speakers. As usual, I was listening for any type of imperfections in that muthafucka. Nothing with my name on it would be anything less than perfect.
As I listened, I heard someone knock on the door of my studio, so I got up to get it. Dakota was supposed to be coming through here, so I assumed it was her. But nah, I opened the door to see Qamar’s mother, and honestly, I really didn’t know what the fuck her ass was here for. Unless she had some shit to tell me regarding my mama, grandmother, Draylah, or my unborns, she and I ain’t really have shit to talk about.
“Hey, Mrs. Hampton, you need something?” I inquired, trying my best to be respectful since I looked at her like a mother somewhat.
“Uh, yeah, I was wondering if maybe I could come in and talk to you.” She smiled up at me before stepping in. I led her to the leather couch, and once we both sat down, I removed my hood and waited. If she wanted to talk about what I assumed she wanted to talk about, she needed to hurry the fuck up. “So you know Qamar is doing better.” She paused, and when my expression didn’t change and I didn’t say anything, she continued. “He’s going to therapy, he’s not doing drugs any—”
“Mrs. Hampton, I’m a busy man. I care for you and all that good shit, but I couldn’t care less about Qamar’s progress.”
“Honey, what he said was just words.” She chuckled awkwardly.
“See, ‘cause you his mama and I got respect for you, I won’t wring ya fucking neck for that comment. That’s Qamar’s fucking problem, everybody wanna treat that nigga like he’s five years old or some shit. At that point in time, Qamar felt like his cocaine was more important than our friendship, and he disrespected me. I don’t know about every other muthafucka, but my respect means a lot to me. And it wasn’t like the nigga was just talking.” I pointed to my head. “He plotted on what to say; thought it through. He purposely chose shit that he knew would fuck with me.”
“You’re right. His therapist did tell me I needed to work on babying Qamar when he does wrong. But I just don’t want you guys to be at odds like this, Frederick. Maybe you could come to his therapy session and—”
“For what, huh?” I yelled. “I’m tired of all this bullshit! That nigga is the same fucking age as me, and everybody is running around here like he’s some fucking child! Nah! Fuck that shit! I’m done with his ass, I’m tired of him!”
“I know, Frederick, trust me, I’m tired too.”
“But you his fucking mama, I ain’t. I don’t have to deal with that shit. I got enough bullshit going on in my damn life, and I don’t have the time, energy, or patience to be dealing with an emotionally driven ass boy. Nigga wants me to forgive him but ain’t once apologized to Draylah, hasn’t even tried.
You know how many fucking enemies I got in these streets? I worry about my girl every damn day, and for him to threaten to have her harmed … he’s lucky I ain’t kill him, Mrs. Hampton, and that’s on everything I fucking love. And you know how childish he gets when he gets mad enough.” I stared in her eyes and she nodded, before wiping a lone tear from her cheek.
Had Qamar been some random on the streets, I would have murdered him, no doubt. Actually, the only reason I didn’t honestly was because they pulled me off his ass, and because I wasn’t trying to do shit to get me sent to jail now that I had a damn family. The pre-Draylah Ricky AK would have snapped his muthafuckin’ neck, on God.
His words pissed me off for sure, but what angered me the most was that Qamar got in his feelings a lot and did dumb shit as a reaction. That was his personality, nothing to do with his illness that he used for a crutch. If he got mad enough, he definitely would have had someone rape Draylah. That’s just how he was. When he got pissed, he would say fuck everybody, and it didn’t matter if you were his mama or his own damn child. And that type of shit, I couldn’t fuck with just because he wanted to apologize for the millionth time.
“I get it. But you know he’s my son, and if I didn’t try, I wouldn’t feel right. But, Frederick, I want you to know that if you choose to wash your hands of Qamar, there is nothing wrong with that. I don’t want you to feel bad for it. You’ve been a good friend, just like Bia has been a good one to him as well. So if the both of you decide not to deal, no one can blame you.”
“And honestly, I don’t give a fuck what anybody thinks. But I’m gon’ say this, keep ya son away from me if you don’t want him in a grave somewhere.”
Mrs. Hampton nodded somberly, before rubbing my shoulder and standing up.
“Oh, I like what I just heard by the way.” She smiled.
“Thanks.”
“Welcome, and congrats on the babies you have coming, Frederick. I do hope I get a chance to meet them.”
I said nothing, so she turned to leave. Just like his hoe ass to send his mama to vouch for him. Fuck out of here.
After Mrs. Hampton left, I got right back to listening to the Frisk track, just for Dakota to walk in a few minutes later.
“I love this studio, especially when the lights are out.” She grinned. “All the money and time you spent to have this built is definitely worth it.”
“Agreed.” I cut the music down. “So did you do what I asked?” I turned in my chair to face her since she was in the chair next to me.
“I did, and I found a couple of buildings that I think you’d like. I already scheduled appointments with the realtors, so all you have to do is meet them so they can show you around.”
“Aight, cool. Thanks.” I took the papers she’d handed me. “You ain’t have to come all the way over here just to tell me that shit, Dakota. You could have text it or called.”
“Yeah.” She stared at me. “I guess I could have. Do you think I’m a good assistant?”
“So far.” I squinted my eyes, not really sure where the fuck this shit was actually going.
She exhaled heavily with her eyes closed, and then pushed her hair behind her ears. Fidgeting for a moment, she said, “I’m just gonna come right out and say it.”
“Please do, Dakota, I ain’t got all fucking day.”
She caught me off guard like a muthafucka when I saw her eyes were glazed over like she was about to cry.
“I think that, I need to maybe take a break. Like go on vacation or something. I can find you a temporary—”
“Hold on, hold on. Fuck you wanna take a break for? This ain’t the right fucking time, Dakota. I got all kinds of shit going on, and I need you right now.”
“Don’t look at me like that while telling me you need me, Ricky.”
“Aight, well you talking about a break, shit, you better eat a muthafuckin’ Kit Kat bar and spruce the fuck up.”
“Ricky,” she sniffled with a chuckle. “I love you, like really love you, and I really love working for you. And I always thought that I just had a simple crush on you, but this whole relationship you’ve built with Draylah is too much for me right now. I can’t continue to sit by and watch it. It’s too much,” she sobbed.
W
as she fucking serious right now?
“Dakota, you can’t be serious right now.”
“I am.” She swallowed hard. “I wanna be with you the way Draylah is, and I can’t. Right? You don’t have feelings for me, right?”
“That’s exactly fucking right! I mean, maybe if you had have said something a while back, you might could have gotten fucked, but that’s it.” I was trying to take deep breaths so I wouldn’t hurt her fucking feelings, but this was some bullshit. “Look, this is business, Dakota, you get that, right?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t have you going on leave, nah, not right now. The most I can do for yo’ ass is give you a week off, maybe get you some dick, or sign up for Tinder and get ya mojo going. I don’t know, whatever the fuck y’all do these days. But going on leave? Nah.”
“I’ll take it.” She nodded with a slight chuckle. “And I’m sorry for making things awkward, I just … I need some time to digest this whole Ricky AK and Draylah thing.”
“During those couple of days, I need you to digest it, and fully. We work well together, and I would hate to have to hurt you or you cause my girl to cut yo’ ass, because she will over something like this bullshit right here, aight?”
I ain’t have to say too much to Dakota because she knew me, and knew when I gave someone a warning, I meant it. She was cool, and I fucked with her assistant wise, but I would hate to have to chop her titties off or some shit, because she couldn’t deal with me having a girl.
Dakota calmed down enough to talk to me a little bit more about the buildings she’d scouted for me to set up my office and to work out of for my record label. She left about twenty minutes later, and for a little bit, I just sat there. Every time I looked up, it was always some shit.
About two hours later, I was done listening to the track to where I was satisfied, and had shot it back to Frisk and his producer letting them know of my approval. I even laid down a track of my own just because I was feeling some shit. A nigga was never not working, but damn did the shit pay off.
After grabbing up my notebooks and shoving them into my bag, I headed out of my studio room and ran right into bitch ass Flow, who was cheesing all hard and shit like he had a reason to. I knew he was probably here to try and get a track with me or convince Greezy to let him stay signed to the label.
“Aye Ricky I was wondering if— uh!” Frisk’s sentence got cut off when I yanked his ass up by his throat and slammed into the wall of the hallway.
“Oh what you thought you could disrespect the homie and get away with the shit?” I grinned evilly, causing his eyes to buck out of fear. “Muthafucka you don’ lost yo’ damn mind rolling up on me like shit is gravy.”
“Ri—ri—“ he could barely get out because I had a good grip on his neck.
“You say something?” I turned my face a little to give him my ear. Whipping my head back to face his ass I said, “You know I could kill yo’ ass right here, right?” I inquired and he nodded slowly as fuck, despite his face turning colors. When he reached up to try and pry my hands from around his neck, I gritted lowly, “Don’t fucking touch me.” His dumb ass dropped his hands too. Shit would have been comical had I not been mad as fuck. “You’d better be glad I got the fucking police on my ass already or I would murk you right here with my bare hands little nigga. Don’t you ever come out yo’ mouth on some disrespectful shit to me or anybody I fuck with, you got it?”
I dropped him and he inhaled the air as if he’d been under water. I could already see my hand print in the form of bruises on his neck
“Ye—yeah, tell… MG… I’m… I’m sorry… I ain’t— ah!” He breathed hard as hell between each word, but since I didn’t give a fuck about his apology, I kicked his ass in the stomach mid sentence.
“I bet not see yo’ damn face again or it’s a wrap my nigga, on me.” I started to walk off, but I saw that muthafuckin’ chain he always wore with his rap name, so I snatched that shit from around his neck. Like the mark ass bitch that he was, he didn’t say a mumbling word as I walked off with his shit.
Getting outside and to my whip, I climbed inside and took a picture of his chain before posting the shit to my snap with the caption, Got a gift from a pillow soft ass bitch.
I wasn’t the least bit worried about Flow trying to press charges or anything. The nigga was too scared to even stop me from walking out with his shit. And he was mighty muthafuckin’ thankful that I hadn’t murdered his ass, ‘cause I was damn sure about to.
***
The next morning …
I had an interview on a radio show this morning, and even though I wasn’t in the mood right now, I had to do the shit. My album was doing beyond well, and I’d be going on tour soon, so it wasn’t the best idea for me to go into hiding, even though I badly wanted to.
Being in this business, you learned to just work through shit, even when you really ain’t wanna even be bothered. But to keep my mood up in good spirits, I brought Draylah with me. It was just something about her that helped me relax.
“You gon’ be aight?” I asked her as I helped her sit down in the room where the hosts and I would be. I told them muthafuckas straight up that my girl would need somewhere to sit and relax. I was happy they’d granted my request, otherwise, I was gon’ have to act a fool up in this bitch.
“AK, thank you for coming.” One of the hosts named OJ slapped hands with me.
“No problem,” I replied.
“Draylah, nice to meet you, beautiful.” He reached out and shook her hand super fucking lightly, just like the somewhat smart nigga he was.
The other host, Maia, came up and greeted both Draylah and I as well, before we sat down to get ready for the interview.
“Alright, alright, we got Ricky AK in the building this morning! I know y’all are ecstatic about that!” Maia brought the show in. “How does it feel to be here, Ricky?”
“So far, it’s straight.” I grinned, and she eyed me lustfully, so I looked away. Draylah would turn this shit out if she even thought anything was happening.
“Good, and we hope to keep it that way. It’s been a while, but we’re just happy you could fit us into your busy schedule,” OJ added. “You got a lot going on, not just musically, but in the personal life too. Is that hard to balance?”
“I mean, it gets tough at times, but I’m AK, I got it.” I shrugged and smirked, making both Maia and OJ laugh.
“Yes, well I definitely believe that,” Maia flirted. “It’s very sexy seeing you become the family man almost, while still holding that gangsta title. Do you think you’ll still be able to pull that off once you actually become a father?”
“Oh, of course. I’ll be a gangsta for life, even when I’m a father. But I had to learn that being a gangsta ain’t just about busting guns or being tough. Sometimes being gangsta is being able to get ya money up while taking care of home too.”
Nodding, OJ replied, “Speaking of taking care of home, Draylah seems to be the first real relationship you’ve had, at least publicly.”
“I mean, yeah. I definitely don’t count them groupies and fuck buddies as relationships, so yeah, this would pretty much be the first real thing I’ve had publicly and personally.” I glanced Draylah’s way for a brief moment and she was cheesing with her pretty ass.
“Wow, she must be something.” Maia nodded.
“Now Draylah Omari, she’s beautiful, by the way, so good job. But before you, I heard she was dating some music producer pretty hot and heavily, and then kind of hopped to you,” OJ commented.
“Watch ya words, my nigga. It don’t really matter who the fuck she was dating before me, all that matters is that we together right now.”
This nigga had better slow his roll ‘fore he got his muthafuckin’ block knocked off.
“So it didn’t matter to you that—”
“Fuck would it matter for? Only bitch ass niggas like you give a fuck about who their girl was rocking with before. And the way I do my shit, she probably for
got about his ass altogether, first time.”
“Right, but—”
“Nah, you need to move on to another fucking topic before ya listeners hear you get ya shit rocked, bruh.” He laughed so I laughed too, while staring at him hard. “You should know only hoe ass niggas gossip like a bunch of bitches. Get ya co-host, Maia, ‘fore he lose his teeth.”
OJ was obviously embarrassed because this shit was live, but Maia found it comical to see her co-host getting flamed.
“So let’s talk Qamar; people are buzzing because they haven’t seen him with the crew really, mainly with you. Are y’all still close?” Maia questioned.
“Talking about Qamar don’t make me no money, so next.”
Maia bucked her eyes as if she’d just gotten some good information, and then we moved on.
The rest of the interview, they both kept it respectful, and I made sure that nigga apologized to Draylah live. I knew OJ was gon’ do some shit like that, because he was the nosey ass gossiping type nigga. Once we were off the air, I told OJ I wanted to talk to him. Nigga acted like he was scared as fuck to do so, but eventually stepped off to the side like I’d asked.
“Don’t you ever in yo’ receding hairline ass life mention my girl’s name under those conditions again. My girl deserves the utmost respect from every muthafucka walking this Earth, so don’t you ever again bring her name up like she’s some hoe. I don’t give a fuck if she put the pussy on ya daddy, you’d better act like you ain’t hear or see shit. We clear?”
“Yeah, of course, man. I wasn’t trying to—”
“Yeah the fuck you were. You like getting the fucking coffee or whatever the fuck it’s called.”
“You mean the tea?”
“What the fuck I say it was? Tea, coffee, all the same type of shit, right?”
“Nah, you was right.” He nodded.
“Go apologize again.”
I escorted his ass over to Draylah, with a good grip on the back of his neck. Once he said his apologies, I gave him a rough ass back pat, and then Draylah and I started out of the room.
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