Nouveau

Chapter 45: Necessary

Tremaine

Lehr.

Tremaine snarled in his direction. He had to keep calm, the anger was radiating off of every single last one of them as they watched Lehr head into his friend's studio. Slowly walking into the foyer, Tremaine spotted the producer.

"What up?"

"Chilling, Studio 3 ready for you."

"No doubt." Tremaine dapped him up, "Which one that Nigga Lehr in? I want to holla at him real quick."

"First door on the right."

Too bad his friend didn't suspect anything from his mood, "Aight."

Heading down the hallway, he couldn't stop his jaw from clenching. His body guards were trailing behind while Mackson and Mue walked beside him. The men stalked towards the room quietly brooding. In past situations, Mack would try to calm Tremaine down and think about his brand and image. Even though Mue was an honest business man, he was always with the shits. His other best friend was head of security and wouldn't hesitate to end a problem. All Tremaine had to do was say the word and everyone would be ready.

There was no need for standby. Tremaine didn't have to say shit and nobody was waiting for him to give the ok. Every man behind him was willing to go crazy behind baby girl. Laive was not to be fucking played with.

Period.

Placing his left hand on the door, Tremaine held up his right palm. He was going in by himself. There was a glass view through the door, so if anything popped off, they would be able to see and move from there.

Three men were seated at the mixing board listening to tracks as Tremaine swaggered in the wide room. His anger was getting the best of him as he tried to shake it off. With his nostrils flared, his left hand held the band of his sweat pants while he mugged the shit out of Lehr. As soon as Tremaine's gaze was spotted, Lehr held his hand up and the track was put on pause.

Fuck nigga.

"I think you got the wrong studio man."

"Nah," Tremaine ran his right palm across his mouth. "This the right one."

Removing his headphones, Lehr walked out to the center of the room, "We got a problem?"

"I don't know. You the one who don't look too happy to see me bruh."

"I'm not." Lehr's eyes narrowed as he stood with his shoulders square. "I don't remember inviting you to stop by my session."

"I ain't gotta be invited no fucking where. I go wherever the fuck I please nigga."

The two men that sat to Tremaine's left were now rising to their feet. One was short statured with fat stretching his skin, as the other was tall and fit. There was no sign of a threat anywhere in the room. "What the fuck y'all niggas wanna do?"

Before Tremaine could finish his statement, Mackson, Mue, his two security guards, and personal assistant were already behind him. Tremaine laughed as the tension caused a standoff between all the men in the studio space. His chest was swelling in fury as every set of eyes focused on him and Lehr.

"You a straight bitch. I'm a tell you that off top..." Tremaine sneered as he walked up on him, "Trying to use Laive for a come up every time you promoting a song or something, pussy ass nigga."

"I ain't gotta explain nothing. Laive know what's up."

His head of security quickly stepped between them, "I'm good Bull. I'm just talkin' to his little bitch ass"