𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔈𝔵𝔦𝔱 ✪ ybn | 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.

LII

"When you said, 'We in deep shit,' Cordae what'd you mean?" asked Blaze. Her voice was still hoarse from screaming.

Cordae looks at Nahmir. He given him the same look before shrugging.

"We might've hijacked a car and sped away with the rivals on our ass and then the po-po came and we was in a high speed chase and now they're looking for us..." Cordae spoke fastly, "because they came looking for us at the show and lastly Nahmir fired our management and now we're managementless... so basically we're on our own with this shit."

Blaze took a minute to process the new information, "You did what?" she was appalled, "Are you guys crazy? You're putting your careers at risk right now. You should never commit thuggish crimes when you're a celebrity—it's supposed to be on the down low."

"You say that now, but you didn't say anything about living this double life to me," Nahmir says lowly, but Blaze heard clearly.

"It didn't need to be surfaced to you, Nick. I don't tell anyone about what I do behind the scenes. Plus, you didn't tell me shit either, so you're no better. I didn't know how far your YBN shit went and obviously it goes way deeper than music."

"So you underestimated me?" Nahmir asks, looking at her through the rear view mirror.

Blaze nods, gently throwing her head back; feeling emotionally drained.

"Blaze, we tell everything to eachother and you didn't tell me about what you were doing. I felt like I deserve to know that shit."

"C-can we talk about this later?" she swallows, bringing her knees to her chest, laying sideways on the tan leather seating. She felt like bursting to tears. She thought she had her life all figured out, but she doesn't. She felt pressured, stressed. Most of all, she was traumatized by the man in the brothel.

It almost happened, again.

Cordae's phone ranged before he was awakened from his sleep. He looks down and seen Shauna's name with the honey pot beside it. She was trying to FaceTime him.

He taps accept before her video picks up. She was in a dimly lit room, a disco ball light was ascending on the walls. She was smoking on a swisher sweet before blowing the smoke from her pink tinted, glossy lips.

"Break me off
And gitchi gitchi yaya
When the lights is out
I'm summertime crushin' put that game on pause,"

Her song, 'BMO,' (originally by ari lennox) was playing through a Bluetooth speaker as she stares at him through her screen. Cordae stares back at her, unamused, before she began to laugh.

"What, Shauna, with yo' high ass," he rubs his face.

She smacks her lips, "Don't be givin' attitude, nigga. I'll clear that shit up for you," she winks.

"Man, what you call me for? Shouldn't yo' ass be in bed?"

"Tuh, no, I'm grown. The girls and I were just vibing until they started getting sluggish and that's when I decided to FaceTime you, boo," she smiles before hitting another smoke.

"Well, what's happening?"

"Tell me why y'all got ratted out on the celebrity hotlist?" she pierced her lips, "They're saying that y'all some real life gangbangers, trapstars, cartel or some shit. I don't believe it; y'all too good to be true."

Nahmir looks at Cordae when he slows to a stop at a red light. Cordae looks back at him.

"Who you lookin' at? Matter of fact, who you with?" she asked with attitude.

Cordae sighed, "Imma hit you up later—"

"Wait, don't be dismissing me! Send me your address, I want to be near you," she bashfully says.

"Ight," he says before she ends their FaceTime.

He sends the address to her in iMessage.

tbc.
all these ba-rs, no police.👮🏾‍♀️
this story is easier to update
than my others. 💊