Love, Law & HipHop

Chapter 21

-GABE-

"WHOEVER YOU ARE RINGING MY FUCK--" Case yelled as she swung the door open. She stood there with her 9 in her hand blocking the door.

"You better have a good fucking reason to be at my door at 4 am, OG."

"You gone let me in?" I asked her ignoring her lil attitude. "For what?" I wasn't about to fight with her anymore. I pushed the door open and brushed past her and went to sit on the couch. She locked the door, sat her 9 on the table and walked into the living room standing over me with her arms crossed.

"Was five thousand not enough? How much more do you need?" She stood there still with her arms crossed. She knew I wasn't here about no fucking money. "Fuck all of that Casey. I aint here for that shit."

"So what you here for? Need a ride to the hotel? It's one down the street." She asked.

"How long you gone have this lil attitude? You said you wanted to talk, I'm here to talk." I responded.

"That was hours ago. Talk time over. Now, if you could leave that would be great, I'm tired. I had a long day." She said standing there still with her arms crossed.

"I aint going no fucking where. I heard what you had to say so you gone hear me out. It aint about no fucking text message or a bitch ass nigga texting you. It's about you not putting the nigga in his place. You did something to have the nigga comfortable with sending you some shit like that. Out of respect for me, you should've told that nigga a long time ago to quit texting you." I snapped.

"That's it?" She said still standing there with her arms crossed. Now she's acting like the shit doesn't bother her. She was just interrupting my fucking studio session yelling and wilding, now she asking me is that it. I just shook my head at her ass as I laid my head in my hands before standing up to walk out.

"The fucking nerve of you to show up at my house at 4 oclock in the damn morning over some bullshit ass text message. How many hoes in your DMs right now asking to suck your dick, Gabe? Did you tell them to quit responding to you? Did you check them? Out of respect for me?"

"That shit different Case. Don't even do that." I said now facing her.

"No the fuck it isn't. I can't control who text or call me just like you can't control your fans. Difference between me and you, I never asked you to. All I asked is for you to do is respect me. YOU promised to protect me from the shit your fans would do and say. YOU promised to handle anyone who disrespected me. Crazy that YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DISRESPECTED ME." She yelled with her hands in my face.

"Get ya hands out my face Case."

"Get my hands out ya face? Did you tell that bitch to get her titties out ya face as she sat on your lap? But you want me to get my hands out your face? Fuck you. You can go. I'm straight on you." She said as she opened the door motioning for me to leave. She was really pissing me off. I snapped and slammed the door so hard she jumped.

"I AINT FUCKING COME HERE TO TALK ABOUT NO NIGGA OR BITCH. I CAME HERE TO TALK ABOUT ME AND YOU. QUIT TRYING TO FLIP THE FUCKING TABLES AND ADMIT YOU WERE FUCKING WRONG. I'M NOT ABOUT TO KEEP GOING BACK AND FORWARD WITH YOU CASE. EITHER WE GONE FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT OR YOU CAN KEEP BITCHING AS I HEAD BACK TO MY CRIB. YOUR CHOICE."

"Did you fuck her?" She asked.

"That's all you worried about? Didn't I just say I aint come here to talk about no bitch?"

"DID - YOU - FUCK - HER?" she asked clapping her hands after every word.

"No. I didnt. After you left, I made everyone leave. You happy?" She stood there staring at me as I stared back. I could still see the hurt in her eyes although she was trying so hard to fight it.