Chapter 35: Full of Paparazzi

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December 29, 1998

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

Pulling up to the rental, we all leaned forward, surprised to see a bunch of paparazzi in front of the house, on the lawn, and everything.

"What in the hell?" I leaned forward, squinting.

"They never came here before?" Joel asked me.

"Man, hell nah. All the time we have been here, they ain't never showed up. I took steps to ensure that shit ain't happen. We've been good. What changed?" I mostly asked myself. "What now?"

They began beating on the car asking a bunch of questions.

"Call the police," I told them.

"For what, man?" K-Ci asked. "That shit doesn't help. They just gon' get on the sidewalk when they come."

"Hello, I'm at- what's the address?" JoJo asked me, on the phone with the police.

"Laws here are different. They gon' get a rude ass awakening," I responded to K-Ci.

I told him the address, then called our security outside. Our security immediately came out, clearing out a pathway because I don't want a lawsuit. What lawsuit? Because if one of these people does some shit, I won't remain cool. K-Ci and Jojo won't either. These people can get aggressive as fuck.

We all got out of the car on the same side, luckily K-Ci sat on the passenger side, so it's easier for him to climb over the console. Jax isn't with us because he's with the ladies and Elijah. Elijah has his security too, so they should be good if anything occurs. When I got out of the car, I noticed that these are MOSTLY American reporters because of their clear English.

"Are you really proposing?" One asked me.

"Why are you trying to hide your relationship? No one thought you were in a relationship."

Hiding? That was never the case. Tia and I have gone out plenty of times together. Actually, ALL the fucking time.

"Are the molestation allegations true?" One asked.

"What molestation allegations?" Joel said confused.

"Tia, it's said that she was molested as a child and hasn't dealt with things. How is she coping?"

"There a lot of anger built up inside her. Word has it that she's abusive. Verbally, physically... All of the above. How does that work for you?"

"Why do you ALLOW yourself to be abused?" A man asked me.

"Why does she take it out on everyone else?" Another asked.

"Why are you still proposing to a woman like herself?" Another man asked. "Personally, I couldn't do it."

"How often does she hit you?"

"She doesn't hit me and she ain't abusive," I replied to them. "I won't tolerate that type of behavior. Clearly, we are still together."

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