Rebel (A Rihanna and Eazy E Love Story)

Consequence (Chapter 9)

Lisa and I bolted into the Manhattan Detention Center, breathless but determined. The buzz of the fluorescent lights overhead added to the already tense atmosphere. We'd barely said two words to each other on the way over, our minds racing with the same thought: Ron got bagged, and now we had to see what the hell was going on.

As we approached the front desk, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Lisa exchanged a quick glance with me, her usual tough exterior cracking just slightly. We gave Ron's info to the guard at the desk, and after a minute of waiting that felt like an hour, we were cleared for the visit.

Walking through those hallways, the sound of our footsteps echoed, a harsh reminder of where we were. As we passed by the holding cells, I couldn't help but steal glances at the other faces behind the bars, wondering how many lives got derailed in this very building.

Finally, we reached the visitation room, and there he was, Ron, sitting at the table, looking tired, pissed off, but still holding it together.

"Reb... Lisa," he greeted us with a half-hearted nod, his eyes heavy with frustration.

Lisa didn't waste a second, her voice sharp. "What the fuck happened, Ron?!" she demanded, sitting down across from him.

I sat beside her, my mind buzzing. Whatever went down, it wasn't looking good.

Ron sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as he leaned back in the chair, looking both frustrated and resigned.

"I made a drop," he started, his voice low. "Had my piece on me, just in case. You know how it is out here, gotta stay strapped." He glanced at Lisa, then back at me. "But soon as I pull out from the spot, cops roll up behind me, lights flashing. Pulled me over."

Lisa's eyes widened, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "Why the fuck you still ridin' dirty, Ron? You know they out here lookin' for any reason to lock us up!"

"I ain't expectin' to get stopped! It was supposed to be a quick drop, nothing flashy. Just bad timing." He shook his head. "Soon as they saw the gun, it was a wrap."

I leaned in, my voice tense. "You know they ain't gonna go easy on you for this, Ron. This is not your first run in with the law." Ron already did a couple of years for cocaine possession.

He nodded, his jaw clenched. "I know, Reb. Trust me, I know."

I leaned forward, keeping my voice low. "So what do you want me to do, Ron? You gotta have a plan."

Ron rubbed his hands together, staring at the table before looking up at me. "Look, Reb, I ain't got many options right now. Lawyer's already workin' on it, but I need you to make sure the rest of the stash is moved, you feel me? Last thing I need is for them to find more."

I nodded slowly, the weight of his words sinking in. "Alright, I'll handle it. But you better hope that lawyer of yours is good, 'cause they ain't playin' with this gun charge, Ron."

Lisa crossed her arms, frustration still clear on her face. "And what about after, huh? What you gonna do if you get outta this?"

Ron exhaled sharply. "One step at a time, sis. Right now, I just need to survive this mess."

We drove in silence for a bit, the streets of Manhattan whizzing past as I gripped the wheel. Lisa was fuming in the passenger seat, arms crossed, staring out the window like she wanted to be anywhere but here. I could feel the tension thick in the car, but I wasn't ready to speak just yet.

Finally, she broke the silence. "This is what I was talkin' about, Reb! This exact shit!" Her voice cracked a little. "Ron locked up, you runnin' around playin' Fixer —this ain't it!"