𝗥𝗮𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩
Abel walked over to his couch and took a seat next to me. I looked everywhere but at his face. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and my left leg shook uncontrollably.
"Why are you so nervous around me?" he asked, chuckling...
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Abel's POV
*CONTINUATION*
"Nah, she's with me, nigga... so don't even look at her like that!" Lamar hissed, venom lacing his voice.
"Whatever, man. You on some fucking bullshit!" Cash replied, his frustration evident.
"Me, bullshit? ... Alright, bullshit me when your ass is trying to hit on my girl!" Lamar retorted.
Raegan shot Lamar a strange look, her eyes rolling as she crossed her arms in annoyance. She seemed ready to storm out and find her own way back to the hotel.
It was clear they had something going on. While they might not be officially dating, their connection was undeniable. Lamar didn't get jealous unless he cared deeply about someone, and his reaction spoke volumes.
"Man, fuck you mean? I don't want that girl. I was just being friendly, asking her name!" Cash insisted, his face flushed with anger.
I needed to intervene before things escalated. They had a history of causing chaos in studios, and the last thing we needed was another destructive outburst. Republic Records' studio was expensive, and we'd nearly been banned after their previous altercation.
Sal had covered the outstanding bills, but my label insisted I contribute to the damages as proof of my responsibilities as a boss of my own label. It was a test, a chance to show them I could run my own shit.
"Yo, chill the fuck out! This ain't no boxing ring, goddamn it!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the studio. A wave of frustration washed over me. I was tired of this shit.
They ignored me, their voices rising in a heated argument.
"Man, you better back off. Rae's off-limits," Lamar snarled, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Fuck off, you think you own her?" Cash retorted, his face inches from Lamar's.
The next moment, a flurry of fists flew. Lamar and Cash were locked in a brutal brawl, their bodies crashing to the floor.
"What the actual fuck?!" I shouted, my heart pounding.
Hawk, Belly, and I rushed to break them apart. It was chaos. Punches were thrown, bodies were colliding, and the studio was a war zone.
Despite the intensity of the fight, I knew they'd be fine. They were like brothers, always squabbling but ultimately harmless.
Still, I couldn't ignore the damage this was causing. We were a new label, trying to make a name for ourselves. We couldn't afford distractions like this.
My security guards burst into the studio, ready to intervene. I signaled Hawk to handle the situation.
"Get these idiots out of here before I lose my mind," I growled.
