What He Needs

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•Abel•
"What's good lil nigga? How's the tour?" Hawk answers the phone.

Looking down at Nava to make sure she's sleep I get up, It's not often I leave Nava in bed by herself. "Shit man, it's live"

It's four in the morning and we're in Tampa Florida for my second to last concert tonight.

I hear him laugh, "Mar tells me you been fuckin around on Bella"

"Ain't nobody fuckin around on nobody. I got Bella under control"

"Who's this Nava girl?"

"She's mine" I shrug looking through the blinds.

He starts laughing again, "She's yours? I ain't never heard you talk about a broad like that. You didn't even claim Valerie"

I roll my eyes, "Nigga I called you for a reason, not to catch up about who I'm fuckin' wit"

Hawk gets serious hearing the tone of my voice, "What's good kid?"

"I got an issue that needs to be handled asap"

"Talk"

"Someone been threatening my girl for the past week, I need you niggas to find out who this son of a bitch is and let me know when you do"

If it's who I think it is I'ma make good on my promise.

"We got you kid" Hawk tells me. "I'm guessing Nava don't know you 'bout that life?"

"Nah nigga. And she ain't gonna"

The last thing I need is for her find out XO is more than just a trademark that means Ecstasy and Oxycodine.

It's my business.

Before I decided to make a career in music, I ran some under ground shit. I still do, my nigga Stix took over for me so I could break into the music business.

I run my business through him, I have a lot of niggas coming to me for different shit; I can't stop just because I'm famous plus I never handle my business in person so my enemies don't know what the fuck I look like.

I have a lot of enemies and I don't need the stress of looking over my shoulder twenty four seven for niggas to kill me or lock me up.

I not only sold, I gave out too. If a nigga even thought about shorting me my money I took care of them whether personally or one of my niggas handled it.

This is one of those times my niggas about to dig shit up for me.

"I'ma bout to text Stix the private number, keep me updated"

"We got you nigga. Talk to you soon"

"Peace"

I hang up looking down at my phone going to my messages; pulling out Nava's phone I unlock it bringing up her text messages. I text Stix the IP address then head my ass back to bed, Nava still as I left her.

Sliding in beside her, she automatically drapes her arm over my waist like she knew I'd gotten out of bed, her head nuzzling into my neck.

Settling in, I pull her closer swearing on everything I'm going to keep her safe no matter what. This nigga done fucked with the wrong one and he about to find out.

•{•}•

"Good morning" I murmur against Nava's temple.

She groans stretching her body along mine before settling back down to go back to sleep.

"Five more minutes" she mumbles making me smile.