Compton Club ON HOLD (90s Celebs)

Chapter 4: The Graveyard

Eazy

"Ooh, slow down," Left Eye moaned.

I had her bent over my desk as I pounded her from behind. One hand held her hip the other gripping her pony tail.

"Oh fuck," I pulled ftout releasing myself on her ass. I stepped back pulling up my pants and boxers.

"Daddy, I didn't finish."

"Ask Tupac to finish for you."

"Huh? How do you know about that?"

"Sorry baby, but I never reveal my sources. Especially to my hoes." I crossed over to my desk watching her leave.

Left Eye

I knew I was in the loop with him since the day I let him between my legs. A big mistake but my pussy is his property. Says who? Well for starters he's my boss and second, i ain't gonna lie, that dick be feeling so good.

As for him knowing about me and Pac, I know exactly who told him.

"Why did you tell him?" I asked sitting at the bar in front of T.

"Tell who what?" She asked.

"Don't play with me, you know what 'm talking about."

"Do I?"

"Eazy and Pac."

"Oh right... that."

"That was none of your business."

"Girl, you made it my business. Now I didn't have to pick your little helpless ass of the streets to get you back with your so called man. You choose the life you wanted to live."

"Well I wasn't gonna sell crack cocaine for one. And for two, I never wanted to fuck that nigga in the first place. I didn't want to be pimped out."

"I didn't pimp you out. Eazy did."

"What?"

"Look Right Eye-"

"It's Left Eye."

"Whatever, you want answers? Go to Eazy."

"I can't. He practically owns me."

"No he doesn't. And by the way. I only told him your secret about Tupac because home girl here needs some more money in her pocket." She winked and walked away.

Why is so she always out for money? I get it, maybe bartending isn't paying the bills. T knows pretty much everything about anything or anyone. She ain't a snitch though.

2Pac

Riding out to graveyard with Suge I thought about my situation with Lisa. I can't keep up being fake with her. She's great but I want nothing to do with her.  Plus being wrapped up in this Suge and Eazy situation is chaotic. I want out, but hey you gotta make that money.

"Pac," Suge said. "You got them straps loaded nigga?"

"Yeah man, I'm ready for this shit."

We hopped out the van. There were four of us.

"Yall remember where the mother fucker was buried at?"

"Hell no. That shit happened so long ago."

"We did what Eazy told us to do and we got paid a lot for it," Trevor said.

"Hey! It's right here," I called out. The four of us were standing on the resting place of Robert Kelly.

"Well let's start digging then," Suge commanded.

Me, Trevor and Warren got to digging up the grave. Suge stood behind us watching us work and looking out for other people.

Several minutes later we hit the casket.

"Suge we got it," Warren said. Suge shined his flashlight over the grave.

"Let's open it up boys," he said with a chuckle.

I reached my hand down it popped open. I looked down at Robert's rotting dead body. He was close enough to be considered a skeleton.

"Aight where's the money at?" Trevor asked.

My eyes peeked over at something clutched in his fist. I reached down grabbing hold of a gold ring.

"Pac!" Suge yelled.

"What man?"

"What's that you got?"

"Nothing. Just some fucking rock."

I kept the ring a secret from Suge, Trevor and Warren. I know exactly who this belongs to.

"Found it! It's all right here," Trevor said.

"Where was it?" Warren asked.

"In the motherfucker's pant leg, strapped to him."

"Come on let's get out of here and get this to Eazy," I said.

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Soon we went back to the club and gave Eazy his money. He was thrilled of course. Once Suge and them left I stopped him to show him the ring.

"I found it in his fist," I explained.

"Damn, she been looking for this thing since he died," Eazy said taking it from me.  "Good looking out. "

"You gon give it to her?"

"Of course it's hers." I nodded. As I walked out the room Eazy stopped me.  "Aye, she can never know what we did to him."

"I know E this stays between us."

Eazy

I drove home eager to get this ring back to it's owner. Walking in through the door of my house I found her lug lying on the couch.

"Aaliyah?"

She sat up giving me a huge smile. "Well if it isn't my big brother," she jumped up hugging me.

"Eric where you been?"

"Working."

"That's it? Just working?"

"Aaliyah don't start. Listen, I found something today." I pulled out the gold ring. She damn near broke down in tears.

"Is that... m-my ring?"

"Yep."

"Ah! Thank you I love you!" She grabbed it sliding it in her right middle finger. "Where did you find it?"

"On the floor in my office."

"Wonder how it got there? Oh, every time I look at this ring it... it reminds me of him. "

"I don't see why. The motherfucker treated you badly."

"I know Eric but, R Kelly warmed my heart."

I sighed shaking my head.

"Wanna watch a movie?" She asked.

"Naw I gotta get some sleep."

"Okay. Good night."

"Goodnight Liyah."

She can never know I killed her boyfriend.

I'm really sorry this took forever but wanted to catch up on some stuff. Im happy I got to update tho and I hope you like this chapter. More is up next. Vote and comment.