BRUTHA B: Series

Another Solution (Part Two)

Exhibit

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Rebecca

I swear, for the life of me, to hear those words broke me. I was thinking Brody really had done something with this hoodrat, but I'm not surprised. I was also thinking that him and I could finally go to the next level of our friendship, but at that point, I was with Slick. Leaving him isn't just a car ride to the park. I had to be careful with my surroundings and, plus, when I'm around my family. Even if Daddy didn't approve of my decision to be with him, deep down he knew I deserved better.

But honestly, I had to deal with it on my own.

"Look, are you almost ready?" Kane asked from the closet door as I nodded, putting dabs of Chanel Cologne on my wrist. I checked the mirror as I fixed the extensions on my blonde bouncy curls, adjusted my fitted black dress and matching strappy heels, and applied my rosy pink lipstick. I grabbed my YSL clutch and opened the doors, and Kane complimented,

"Damn!" I rolled my eyes and stepped out of the walk-in closet.

"Shiet, Slick better watch out," he joked as my head shook.

"I know you're not wearing those tired-ass clothes to the exhibit," I told him as he caught a glimpse of them.

"That's all I've got, and you know my short ass can't fit any of Slick's tall, Shaq-looking ass clothes," he stated, and I couldn't do anything but laugh.

"I'm sure Tank has some?" I suggested, heading down to my little brother's room. He sometimes spends the night here when his girl kicks him out.

"I'm sure he has some," I told Kane as he nodded and walked into the closet, examining the clothes.

"So, did you get in contact with Slim?" he asked, and my eyes narrowed.

"Nah, but guess who answered the phone," I said, and his eyes widened.

"Who?" he asked eagerly. My eyes narrowed even more.

"Fucking crazy bitch Amber," I blurted out, and he burst out laughing.

"Not crazy, Amber? Damn, she's always trying to get at him, and she'll go to all-time lows just to keep a dude. She's wild and dangerous, but you know she's Shawn's baby sis. She'll set you up for her brother. Why do you think Slick really got locked up?" he analyzed as my eyes turned towards him.

"Uh, repeat that again?" I asked him, hoping I heard him right.

"I said, how do you think Slick is behind bars? It's more than drug money, and honestly, it shouldn't be that. I mean, doesn't Shawn get down with those Jews in New York? So how the fuck is Slick behind bars?" I wondered the same question as he did.

"Because, I know if Ced or any of those fucks that's down with him, he wouldn't send them to jail or get them arrested, so it's done snitches in the camp because Slick is the only person that's been captured, but the rest of those muthafuckas are still on house arrest or free," he explained as I still was questioning myself the same things but knowing Slick did so much to have me think Amber set him up behind bars because really she might be pregnant with his kid and she's just trapping Slim.

'Anyways, this pants suit too much?' He asked as he slid on my brother's Gucci Red Loafers.

"Nah, it's perfect", I told him as he nodded, grabbing the keys to the car.

"You've done too much sis, let me drive ight?" He insisted as I nodded and grabbed the small chest and headed downstairs to the driveway.

"Shit this shit loud", I said, opening up my trunk as a piece of folded paper placed the center of my trunk as I looked around before reading it.