When Jezelda received her coming-of-age trial from the coven elders, she was horrified. Sacrifices were always part of the ritual, but this time, it was extreme.
Mr. Aubrey Graham, the greatest rap-star sensation alive. How could he not be enchanted...
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Somebody is trying to kill you.
The words echoed in my head as I buttoned up my leopard-print shirt in the mirror. Man, somebody was always trying to kill me, if not literally, at least figuratively. That's the price you pay when you're on top. Being the best in the game has its downfalls, sure, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
What John had said didn't really sink in because, number one, I was high and hungover when he told me, and number two, it didn't sound that crazy, even if it was from one of our special intel sources. Another reason for me to stay indoors, and man, I tried, but I completely forgot that I agreed to this club appearance.
A rooftop party at a dope spot in town. I should have said no, but I couldn't let the booking company down again. Times like this reminded me that I used to pray for times like this. Who was I to want to hide out? I'm a perfectionist, I'm good at this shit, I'm nothing without my word. So I agreed to go.
It was what it was, man. I'd just vibe, I thought to myself, keep my head down and try not to bring home any more lady friends. That part I was serious about cutting out (trying), can't trust any single one of those hoes. I put on my Rolex, sprayed some cologne, and headed downstairs to where my limo was waiting.
I'd have loved to leave all this bullshit behind, I really would have, if only I could find the right woman and hide out in the tropics with her. I knew a woman could convince me to do less if I really loved her, but otherwise, this machine was gonna keep fucking going.
Already inside the limo was John and his boyfriend; they smiled at me.
"Okay king!" John shouted.
"You in that leopard!" His boyfriend fanned himself.
I shook my head with a laugh. Man, I forgot I said John could bring his other half. It was gonna be a long-ass night. As we drove out of my estate, my bodyguard followed closely behind us in his Chevy.
"I ordered extra security for tonight, Aubrey. I don't like what I've heard," he said.
I shrugged. "You worry too much, dude. I bet it's just some little bitch rapper sending threats."
"It came from the top, though, Aubrey. Some important people thought we should hear it."
"Here, darling," his boyfriend soothed, "have some champagne."
My driver noticed him pour a half glass of champagne and hand it to John. It was the good shit, a bottle that had been stored in here for a while. My driver gave me a look, a look like he wasn't supposed to have it, and with just one look back I could have had him kicked out, but I wasn't in the mood for all that. I'd let John have his fun, but I'd have my team keep an eye out. No bullshit.
My phone buzzed; there was a text. Must have been one of the women from last night. "Miss you, daddy," it said, with a semi-naked mirror pic.
How the fuck did she get my personal? Must have given it to her the other night. Fuck sake, drunk me be loving the hoes way too much. Although she looked fine as fuck, I deleted the text from my phone and blocked the number. I'd probably need to switch it again, I thought. Too much of my shit was getting leaked these days.
