50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

More Life: Chapter Thirteen

    Security team member Frank was laughing it up in the driver seat, and Chubbs was yucking it up with him.

    Aubrey pursed his lips in the backseat. "You think it's funny, huh?"

    "This newfound paranoia is a little funny, yeah," Frank said. "You've been worried about us being followed since the tour started. That would take someone literally hopping from country to country to follow you. The tour is now over, you're back in the States, and you're still paranoid."

    Chubbs sobered up quickly, his laughter quieting. Weighing those words, he said, "We have had fans crazy enough to follow us from country to country."

    "No shit?" Frank asked, his eyebrows skyrocketing. He was fairly new to the team and hadn't been around to experience some of the crazier touring times Aubrey had survived. 

    "Yeah, the Boy just seems to have that effect on some people," Chubbs said dismissively. "It's not unlikely he's being followed - especially considering the fact that he just returned to music after his business hiatus. It is likely that whoever is following us is harmless, though. Someone stalking us to see where we go and try to set up some kind of accidental meet or something. That kind of thing used to happen all the time."

    "Do you remember Gretchen?" Aubrey piped up.

    Chubbs doubled over with laughter. "Her version of seducing was yodeling to you. She thought you'd be put under her spell with that."

    "Instead, my ears rang for two days afterwards," Aubrey muttered, turning his head and staring out the window. "I couldn't even get a successful sound check in because of that. All I heard was that fucking yodeling."

    "Shit was kinda catchy though," Chubbs commented. "You should've done something with that."

    Aubrey laughed at the absurdity of the recommendation. "You think so?"

    "Hell, you got people to like Hotline Bling," Chubbs said. "You're capable of getting them to like yodeling. The sounds of goats fucking. Shit. You probably could put the sounds of you shitting on a record and people would probably buy that shit." The joke sounded more like something that would come out of OB's mouth.

    Frank struggled to focus on driving, trying his best not to convulse with laughter. "Good God."

    They used to throw jokes like that around all the time, but this time Aubrey wasn't amused by it. He realized just how cocky it sounded. "Hotline Bling had its moment," he said, trying not to sound defensive.

    Chubbs howled with more laughter. 

    He's high, Aubrey thought. I can't take anything he says personally. He twisted around and peered out of the back window. "Do me a favor, Frank. Make a right."

    "A right? Like...where, here?"

    "The next place you can make a right."

    "Uh...sure, okay." Frank turned the car down a narrow alleyway. Thankfully, they could all clearly see that this alley led out onto another street.

    The car behind them slowed, and then turned right along with them.

    Chubbs was watching the side mirror like a hawk. "Fuck," he muttered.

    "When we get to that next street, cross the street and take this alley to the next street," Aubrey said with his eyes trained on the car behind them. He was trying to make out the make and model of the car, but it was night and hard to see. His contacts weren't in. All he could make out was the fact that the car following them was a dark sedan. "Chubbs, can you make out what model car that is?"