Corrupted (A Tyga Love Story) COMPLETED

Chapter Twenty Eight

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Chapter Twenty Eight

Michael Stevenson (Tyga)

“Damn I rolled this good.” I looked down at the perfect blunt I’d just rolled myself and smiled, I always rolled good blunts. I grabbed my lighter and lit one end of the blunt while the other was in between my lips. I was laying on my bed watching some Kevin Hart comedy special, that nigga was funny. I inhaled the sweet kush until my lungs started to ache, and I released it.

I continued smoking the blunt until I couldn't hit it without burning myself.

I threw the roach into a random cup of water on my side table.

My phone started to vibrate from beside me on the bed. I picked it up and looked at the caller ID, it was Chris.

“Yo wassup nigga?” I said into the speaker on the phone.

“Some shit just went down nigga.” Chris said excitedly into the phone.

“What happened?”

“Me, Lauren, Jade, and her nigga went to go eat, and we’re all just chilling when two detectives bust up in that bitch and take Jade to the Downtown precinct.”

I immediately perked up when I heard Jade’s name.

“They took her in?! For what?!

“They think she was involved in a murder. Those niggas are tripping though, Jade wouldn’t kill no one with her scary-,” I hung up on Chris before he could finish talking. I knew exactly why they brought her in, from that night that Chance sent in that crash dummy ass nigga to kidnap her, but my baby girl did what she had to do, and killed that nigga.

I know she was probably going crazy in jail right now, and I needed to help her. I didn't want to though, she had her nigga Justin, he should help her out.

I knew he wouldn't though, and it was my responsibility to fix this, since I put her in this situation.

I stood up and walked into my closet, grabbing a pair of Balmain jeans and pulled them on. I walked back out into my bedroom and grabbed my phone from off of the bed, and went to my contacts so I could call my lawyer Joey.

I'd found Joey the first time I got arrested at sixteen, and I was one of Dominic's little dope boys. The cops had pulled up on me when I was selling on a corner and I'd immediately been handcuffed and pushed into the cop car.

Two hours later I had two cops in my face calling me every name in the book, telling me I was the scum of the earth, until a small Jewish man walked into the interrogation room and literally saved my life.

Now here I was, twenty one years old, still calling that nigga whenever I needed something.

"Hello Michael." His nasally voice said when he answered the phone.

"Joey, I need you right now man, my girl just got in some shit."

"Where do I meet you?" Joey asked immediately. That's why he was my go to nigga.

"The Downtown precinct." I told him and hung up the phone. I don't know why, but every phone conversation I had, I had to be the one to hang up first. It was just a habit.