This is the final story of a trilogy. If you haven't read "No. 9 || NBA Youngboy" then "After Death" please go read those before you attempt to read this. You will 100% be confused!
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We was at a meetin to talk business bout ma tour comin up. Every since dat night, Liyah been on my mind day n night.
She's all I ever think about. The kids are constantly asking and crying for ha n it hurts me to see em like dat.
It hurts fa me to lie and say "mommy sick and can't be around fa a while". Da oldest gets suspicious, but he keeps quiet.
"No. But even if she did call, you can not be around her at all". He said sternly as he flipped through some paypas.
I frowned ma face. "Da hell you mean I can't see ha at all? Dats ma wife". I said angrily as I stood up.
He sighed and removed his glasses. He leaned back in his chair and looked up at me. "Do you realize you're "hot"? The police are looking at you all because your wife did what she did. You can not afford to go to prison".
I shook ma head and punched da wall. "John! Dats ma kids mother! Dey need ha. I need ha. I will do life, get da death penalty, whateva".
"No, it's not happening. Now sit - we have a meeting in 2 minutes".
I rolled ma eyes n sat back in ma seat. Two men and one woman walked in n say befa us.
"Nba Youngboy it's a pleasure to have finally sat with you". A brown woman said with a smile.
She looked hella familiar. Like I knew ha from somewhere, but I just couldn't put ma finga on it.
I nodded and half smiled. "Thank you all fa comin".
"I am Bernice Jackson and my team and I will be in charge of the budget as well as getting the venues for your concerts". She said.
"Bernice Jackson? Why that sound so familia?" I thought.
Da otha two men introduced emselves befa John spoke.
"Well, as you all know. We're here to plan his tour and the expenses of everything".
"Ahh yes. So the tour should be lasting about three months?". Bernice spoke up again, cutting off anotha man.
I rolled ma eyes a lil. "I wonda what ma baybeh doin nah".
"Yes. We'll be doin 2 shows in every single state in the US. His last show will be in his home town of Baton Rouge which will be the biggest".
"Yes. Now, it will cost anywhere from $17,000 and $50,000 . With hotel expenses, food, and other things". A man wit glasses said looking up from his folda.
"And how much am I looking to be making from it?".
Ma manager looked at me crazy. As if I can't speak durin this meetin.
"John don't look at me like dat. Let me talk too". I angrily whispered in his ear.
"You'll be making around 5 million". Da brown lady spoke again.
"Aight koo, fa da last show, I want da background ta be a slideshow of me n ma fam. Like ma wife n kids type".
Bernice looked at John n he looked at me. "We've been meaning to speak to you about your wife situation". She said as she folded ha hands.
I frowned. "Ma wife ain't got shit ta do wit none ah dis". I snapped.
John wiped his glasses and spoke up. "I was trying to tell you. It would be a better look if you guys actually split".
I damn near whooped his ass right den and there.
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"Spliiiiittt? You mean split as in break up? Divorce type?". I laughed and wiped ma face.
But they wasn't laughin. So what the hell was goin on.
"Your sales will go up if you're single. You will have sooooo much publicity if you did this". Bernice added.
"And, I heard Aaliyah wants no part with you. That's why police has their eyes on you".
Ma heart shattered. "Wait, She said what now?". I asked. I know ma baybeh ain't say dat. She took a L fa me n she don't even wanna see me?
"Yes, She wants no part which means she's probably about to snitch about something". John said.
"But she cant snitch on anything if you aren't guilty right?".
I rolled my eyes. This whore getting on ma last nerve wit all dis talkin she doin.
I gritted ma teeth. "Nah, I ain't guilty". I wiped ma eyes. "Fuck ha. Ion wanna see ha again".
