Fireworks 3 and 4

Chapter Fifty-Four

    "You were right to worry about me going after Real Ish," Drake told her. 

    Mia stilled.

    The trench coat was off and discarded across one of the arm chairs in the living room. She sat on the couch with his head resting in her lap. He wordlessly stared up at the ceiling.

    When it seemed that he wasn't going to continue that thought, she prodded him.

    "While you were in that interview, I got him on the phone."

    "Please tell me you didn't."

    "I told him that if he ever so much as thought of you again, I'd kill him," Drake finished. "It's a good thing that I just called him, because I wanted to go to his studio and meet up with him in person. I just wasn't willing to deal with L.A. traffic for him."

    She shook her head and leaned over to grab her glass of wine from the end table near the couch.

    He raised his head ever so slightly to allow her a wider range of movement.

    "I thought you were him, you know," she said softly, swirling the glass of wine. "When I saw your car. I had my mace in hand when walking up to the front door."

    His brow creased and his eyes shifted to her. "I'm...sorry. I wasn't trying to freak you out."

    "It's okay. I was relieved when I saw it was you."

    "Oliver has brought the issue up to our legal team. You should hear from him by tomorrow."

    "Is that when I'd be filing a police report?"

    He shifted his shoulders in a half-shrug. "All I know is, the team has kept me out of major trouble. They know their shit. I trust them to handle this issue for you."

    "I should probably assemble my own legal team instead of relying on Oliver and your team all the time," she mused before taking a swig of her wine.

    He lifted his head from her lap. "You're taking me back."

    "So?"

    "So, my legal team is your legal team."

    Her lips set into a firm line. Instead of getting him worked up, she took another sip of wine, then set her wine glass on the end table. 

    "I didn't mean to sound...that was a bit pushy." He resettled his head in her lap. "If you want your own legal team, of course you can have your own legal team."

    "Do I know about all of the trouble your legal team has kept you out of?" she wondered aloud.

    "Definitely not."

    "When are you going to tell me about it?"

    "I'm not sure if I ever will."

    "Excuse you?" she shrilled, glaring down at him.

    With a sigh, he sat up. "All of that shit is in my past, Mia."

    "That doesn't mean I shouldn't know about it," she insisted. "Especially if we're talking about being serious, possibly marrying one day."

    He chewed on his bottom lip in thought. "Most of the things I have to tell you, I've put in my music. For instance, how me and my friends were involved in some low level scamming before I made it big. We were so determined never to have to work a 9-5 job. Our dreams were bigger than that."

    "So you guys cheated people out of money?" she asked worriedly.

    "I'm not proud of it," he hurried to say. "And it was very low level. There has been all sorts of shit. Fights. Like...all-out brawls. Threats given from my camp. False paternity claims."