(18+) Come & Talk to Me: A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 70: Come & Reconciliation

Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

August 3, 1996

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

I'm at the studio, Death Row Recording Studio. Suge let me record here and I'm not so sure I want to be here. Suge is a good businessman but the shit that goes on here is WILD. I'm helping make a beat for Pac's track under Death Row Records. As of now, Pac is still in prison but may be released soon. The reason Pac is possibly being released is that there is speculation on evidence being planted on him.

It hasn't been released to the public yet but it's in the making. how do I know? It's because I speak to Pac and visited him with the fellas a few times. I thought Pac signed to Death Row, but it turns out he's just being managed by them like Jodeci was. I know my shit by now so I'm not managed by anyone really. I'm still in California because the premiere of Dangerous Minds is this week in two days.

It's like anything and everything goes here in Suge shit. These niggas in the front betting on a dog fight. Yeah, these niggas got dogs fighting... There are drugs, liquor, and a few people in here like Dr. Dre, Pac's cousin Kadafi, and some unknown women they hugged up with and one massaging my shoulders as I work. I didn't ask her to and I don't know her. There's a bunch of illegal shit going on and I don't need to be caught up in it.

Then we heard a lot of commotion out there which caused me to snap out of my thoughts. We all looked at each other. It was stupid of me not to bring my security to a place like this. Suge is cool but they are on straight bullshit at this place.

"Dafi, lock the door," Dre told him.

"Shit, I gon' do it regardless," Kadafi responded locking the door.

I shook my head. "How the fuck y'all deal with this shit on the daily basis?"

"Just like this." Dre laughed with his hand out.

That's fucked up how Dre just got married to his mistress in May but still feeling on groupies. I thought marriage meant commitment? I guess not and I guess the definition of karma is what his wife turned mistress is getting. There was this saying that said: In life, you're going to get what you give. I mean, I don't condone what he does but she should expect it from a man who had you as his mistress when he was claiming to be with someone else. On the other hand, he's a fucked up individual but he's talented. Not my business though so I just keep my distance

"Kadafi, what the hell you young ass doin' here anyway? Pac know you here?" I chuckled.

"Nahh."

"Look, ion think you should be here. In fact, none of us should spend time here." I told him. I should take my own advice and I will today.

"I come to work like always but it's getting more and more fucked up here." Dre shook his head. "That's why I'm leavin' as soon as we finish Pac album. I want out of this shit. Most of the motherfuckers here ain't here to work anyways."

"Y'all just too soft to handle it." Kadafi laughed.

"But didn't you say you was going to lock the door regardless of what we said?" I laughed.