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❛ . . . COME TO DEATH ROW ! ❜
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in which a young californian native
gets signed to the most dangerous
record label known to mankind, a...
FOREWARNING: it is recommenced that you listen to the audio in the multimedia for the full effect of the following chapter. enjoy.
MIKA HAD ONLY ONE more day with her two favorite people, and she wanted to enjoy the time she had left with them before they went back home. They would part ways tomorrow morning since she also had to go to Chicago. They were currently in Auburn Hills, a city in Michigan, for yet another show. She had eleven shows left, and the tour concluded in Los Angeles.
"I can't believe you're leaving tomorrow. I'm gonna miss you two so much." Mika frowned as she stuffed a handful of popcorn into her mouth. She and Tupac were laid on the bed, watching whatever appeared on the flatscreen television. Amara was fast asleep in the next room, and she was as quiet as a mouse.
"Yeah, I know. I don't want to leave but you know I have to work to keep a roof over our heads. Suge's been on me about slacking." He explained with a slight shoulder shrug as if it wasn't nothing.
"Slacking? Um, excuse me? Last time I've checked, you're the hardest working artist on the label. You've put in so much work and let's not forget you knocked out another record not too long after you dropped All Eyez. He doesn't need to disrespect your craft when you've been keeping the label afloat." She grew agitated and made sure she defended him.
"Mika, I wasn't even going to bring it to your attention because it's our last night and I don't want it to be filled with you stressing. I know you don't like Suge, and you probably never will, but don't let him ruin our night." He placed his hand on her thigh, burning his eyes into the side of her face.
"You've been riding for Suge so hard and the least he could do is not insult you. I never thought I'd ask this, but would you consider leaving Death Row?" She lowered her voice as if someone was eavesdropping in their conversation.
Tupac hadn't told anyone how he had been feeling behind closed doors about certain things, and he was a little on edge about telling his wife as well. But, he was starting to wonder where his Death Row royalties were.
