PART 2
Philly, PA
Monday
Monday morning Meek met with his lawyer, Alon in his Downtown Philly office. The mood was serious and tense. A lot had happened in the last few days. Omelly was stuck behind bars on all sorts of charges. Cesar was blowing his phone up. Nicki was afraid and freaking out. His plate was full.
Alon: "you are about to BLOW it all hanging around those "thugs" (he mocked) and trying to keep it real with the streetz"
Meek: "so you saying I gotta let my day one nigha, my blood, sit in there with them fucking pigs?"
Alon: "I'm saying if you DONT want to lose it all, you'd be smarter...I'm not criminal defense attorney ... But if you BAIL your "day one" out on charges this serious...how will that look for you?"
Meek: "I don't give a fuck how it look"
Alon: (frustrated) "I KNOW YOU DONT!" (Slamming his fist down)
Meek: (getting out his seat) "ay, WATCH YOUR TONE MY NIGGA"
Alon: (calming down) ".. Your right... I'm sorry... I am... (He backed down) But let him get himself out this mess, he got himself into it... You and your wife need to get away for a while, take your mind off it.... Let me work with your PR team and the label... And you just lay low"
Meek: "I can't do that to my nigga" (he turned to walk away)
Alon: "I know some good lawyers!" (He yelled)
Meek had already stormed out the double doors of Alon's plush Philly office.
He didn't want to go home and face Nicki but he had to. He had been avoiding her for the past few days getting up early and coming home late.
He arrived at his mansion in Alpine and it was a mess. The home hadn't been professionally cleaned in over a week. As he walked into the living room Nicki was sitting on the sofa in a pair of sweats and a big t shirt. Gold was lying next to her sleep. Her hair was a mess and all over her head. She looked as if she hadn't slept in days. She walked towards Meek when she saw him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Meek: "was sup beautiful , you miss me?"
Nicki: "yes baby (she smiled) where you been?"
Meek: "I had a meeting with Alon"
He wiped the hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. He scanned the living and noticed the mess of toys on the floor.
Nicki: "the house? I know... I'm getting to that now" (she said embarrassingly)
Meek: "don't worry about that, you good?"
Nicki: "do I look good? No... I'm worried Rihmeek"
Meek: "don't worry , it'll all be straight" (he assured her)
Nicki: "are you sure?"
She turned and flipped the TV channel to the news. Philly Superstar Meek Mill Now being investigated for involvement in Philly Drug trade. Meek snatched the remote from her and turned it off.
