Nava Ellison's ex-friend-with-benefits, Callum Hinrich, signs her up to win back stage tickets to meet and watch The Weeknd perform without telling her. Winning the tickets, Nava takes her best friend, Wesley Allister, to the concert.
At The Weeknd'...
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•Washington Plaza•
In my hotel room the next morning I talk to Lamar about the news Hawk dropped on me last night while I brush my teeth.
Spitting in the sink I check to see if I missed anything.
"I can't believe how dirty that nigga did us, makes me wanna get my glock and pay his ass a visit" he ranted.
"Calm down bro, you got your lady to think about"
Lamar was just as pissed off as I was when I told him what went down with Pierre. Lamar didn't trust him either.
"And what about your lady? You can go off when shit goes left but I can't" he counters.
"I'm thinking about her too but I got more on the line than you do" I remind him.
This is my shit, if we were to get caught by the feds I'd be facing major jail time. Probably the rest of my life; I have to be extra cautious now that I have Nava to worry about. I can't fuck around and leave her all alone like that.
Last night, I ended up spending the night with Nava just in case Cal tried calling her again. She's obviously not going to tell me so I'll just have to periodically check her phone. She hasn't changed her password from the other times I've snuck in her phone but she didn't know before, now that she does I'll have to watch and see if she puts in a different code.
When three o'clock rolled around and I was sure her folks were out, I snuck out coming back to my room to make some calls.
I hate I have to snoop around on her like this but how else am I supposed to keep her safe when she refuses to talk to me?. I even gave Hawk her number so I know where she is at all times.
Hawk called me crazy but fuck it. Let him find a girl and she have a crazy fuck following her around hitting up her shit; he'd be singing an entirely different tune.
"What are we going to do?" Lamar asked.
"We're obviously going to pay him a visit" I said going into my room to put on the rest of my clothes.
"We?"
"Yeah nigga; he stole my motherfucking shit and killed my boys." I tell him holding up a black shirt with SUPREME on the front.
"No one steals from me, fucks with my fam and lives to talk about it. He gotta see me bro, I'm not about to be out here lookin' like a bitch, nigga got me fucked up" I explain, my tone monotone.
