Back in LA, Kay was back doing her thang and I was putting a few things in motion for myself. I had my fiancé, my kids and a good life, no more worries. Kesha was still blasting a nigga on FB, talking about calling the police but I knew she wouldn't do that, I heard she had started snorting up her nose after I left with Jr. It wasn't a surprise to me though she took any drug I gave her when I was with her, Molly, Ecstasy, Weed, whatever. She ain't want my son, she wanted the check, I was still shooting her a lil $2,500 a month just to kept the drama down. Kay was loosing up to Jr being there but she wasn't feeling me, every since I told her I been sleeping in the guest room.
I needed to get back in the zone and back to business. Made a few calls to my potnas in the A about starting a record label, I had a studio out here but I know it's money in the label side of music. "Aye Wee! Come out here to Cali for a few days so we can get this shit moving bruh!" I told Pee Wee. See bruh had that down south flow, swag and delivery the streets needed. I knew he could be big if he really wanted it, he had been rapping for some time. I needed to be the back man, that's who I liked to be, I ain't with that flashy rap shit. That week I had got my lawyer on everything I needed to secure the business. Zoe Hustle Ent was a go!
Wee came out to Cali for about 2 weeks, we recording, setting up a mixtape, trying to get the buzz going. They have this artist showcase in the Bay Area on Wednesday nights so I talked him into doing it. "Z ion know bout this shit bruh!" Wee said. "Man relax! You gon kill this shit!" I told him. He hadn't performed for a crowd before so he was lil nervous. Showtime came and he was killin that shit! The crowd was vibing, the judges were rocking, this is what we wanted. By the end of the night Wee was so turnt I couldn't get him to shut up lol. We left the event heading back to the studio. We had got so wrapped up in the conversation we never even noticed the car trailing us til we went to get out the car and 2 niggas with black ski mask had pistols in our faces. "Empty all your pockets!" The dude yelled, snatching my chains off my neck. My life flashed before me, I was only thinking bout my jits, I want to react and snatch the gun but I couldn't. "Pow!"
I turned around and seen Wee falling to the ground. "Nooooo!!!!!" I yelled and turned back to the other guy about to make a move but the gun barrel was dead in my face. "Pow!"
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Life With Sin
Não FicçãoA young girl taken under the wing of a older entrepreneur learns the ways of the world through street hustle and trying to make a come up. While she knows the consequences of her decisions Kalena aka Kay quickly learns the life she choose could leav...
