Dre Day

Trouble With The Law

Jade POV

As we settled into our cozy corner of the restaurant, Dre's infectious laughter filled the air. His eyes twinkled as he complimented me, making me blush and playfully roll my eyes in response. "You're looking stunning tonight, Jade. Can't take my eyes off you," he grinned, his words melting into the ambiance.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Smooth talker as always, Dre. But you've been busy as a bee lately. When was the last time you took a breath away from the studio?"

Dre's laughter boomed across the room, drawing a few curious glances. "You know how it is, baby. The music never sleeps," he replied with a wink, his passion for his craft evident in every word.

We delved into our meal, the flavors dancing on our tongues as we exchanged stories and jokes. I couldn't help but tease him about his Ruthless days with N.W.A, nudging him about the mischief he used to stir up. 

"So what you want me to do?" I said giggling whilst doing my imitation of Dre. "Express yourself". I double over in laughter as I look at Dre who shakes his head flushing in embarrasment.

"Stop!" He groaned and started to playfully swat my hand. "Gee you're so annoying." He defended himself with a twinkle in his eye. It was our own little game—teasing and bantering, yet wrapped in deep affection.

As we finished our meal and stepped outside, the evening breeze greeted us, carrying the promise of a pleasant stroll. But the peacefulness shattered when we noticed the commotion near the hotel entrance. Dre raises his eyebrows as he looks at me.

T.A and D.O.C., were surrounded by police officers, voices raised in dispute.

T.A and D.O.C. stood firm, their faces etched with disbelief as they found themselves surrounded by a cluster of police officers. The flashing lights painted an eerie glow on the scene, casting shadows that danced in the tension-filled air.

Dre and I approached cautiously, the atmosphere crackling with escalating emotions. T.A's voice carried the weight of innocence, pleading with the officers. "I ain't done nothin', man! You got the wrong guy," he insisted, desperation lacing his tone.

D.O.C., standing shoulder to shoulder with T.A, echoed his protest. "Yeah, officer, he's telling the truth. There's been some mistake," he asserted, his voice unwavering.

But the officers seemed unmoved, their stern expressions hinting at a growing impatience. Their fingers hovered near their belts, ready to escalate the situation. My gut churned with unease as I spoke up, trying to diffuse the tension. "Come on, officers, there's no need for all this. Can't we just talk this out?"

Dre's hand tightened around mine, his concern palpable. I glanced up at him, seeing the worry etched in his features. My heart raced, sensing trouble brewing in the air. 

"Officers, this is a misunderstanding, T.A wouldn't cause trouble" Dre interjected, his voice calm yet firm.

But the tension escalated, words becoming sharper as accusations flew back and forth. I felt a surge of frustration, wanting to diffuse the situation. "Hey, now hold up! There's gotta be some mistake here," I chimed in, my voice tinged with urgency.

The officer squared his shoulders, his expression hardening as he pointed a finger squarely at T.A. "You match the description we got—a man causing disturbances in a residential neighborhood. Narcotics are involved," he declared, his voice stern and accusatory.

T.A's eyes widened in disbelief, his disbelief turning swiftly into anger. "Nah, man! You're making this up muthafucka!" he retorted, his voice rising with frustration. His fists clenched at his sides, his whole demeanor vibrating with indignation.