Page 82 of Love's Most Wanted

Audrey was quiet for a long ass time, then said, “Unique, don’t do this. This is a good role, well paying, and you need it. I promise on the next one, we can hire Sabrina.”

“It’s Kabrina. Make sure you remember that, Audrey. And nah, I want her working right now, and therefore, it needs to bethismovie.”

“I don’t think they’ll accept.”

“Then sounds like I won’t be doing the movie. That needs to be in my contract. I only want Kabrina doing my makeup.”

Again, Audrey was quiet but then sighed in defeat. “Alright. I will reach out and see if that can be added.”

“And she needs the same pay as the other makeup artists.”

“Do you even know what that pay is, Unique?”

“Nah, but you do, and if you don’t, find out for me. Get it done, Audrey. I appreciate you, aight?”

“Mhm.” She hung up.

I knew she was pissed off, and rightfully fucking so, but I was dead serious. If they didn’t hire Kabrina, I wasn’t taking the role. I knew the shit was risky when it came to my reputation in the industry, but sadly, a nigga cared more about making sure Kabrina was good than what muthafuckas said about me.

I hated seeing that sad ass defeated look on her face or how she sighed every time a client canceled or didn’t wanna pay her what the fuck she was owed. And I wasn’t used to another person’s, who wasn’t family, emotions having an effect on a nigga. But here I was. I wanted Kabrina to be happy… fulfilled, and if I had to sacrifice a role for that I would.

Exiting my whip, I pocketed my phone and made my way up to Shakur’s door. My brothers were in town, so like always, when everyone was in LA at the same time, we made a point to get together.

My mama always said we were very attached, but none of us liked to admit the shit, no matter how true it was. Sometimes it felt like we were twins or some shit, even with Asif, because none of us could let a fucking day go by without trash talking one another in the group text.

Prime claimed our shit talking was the way we said ‘I love you,’ but I didn’t know about all that.

“About time, nigga.” Shakur opened the door and walked off.

“Damn. Ain’t no fucking hospitality. Got me closing ya fucking doors like I work for you.” I trailed him to what turned out to be the movie room.

I made my way through my brothers, slapping hands and hugging each one before I found a seat in Shakur’s plush ass theatre.

“This is it, guys.” Presley entered, pushing a cart of food that had every one of us up out of them chairs and crowding her.

“Back y’all asses up and give her some room.” Shakur barged through, making her giggle and thank him before they exchanged a kiss, and she left.

The cart had wings with several different sauces and dips, plus fries and vegetables. The only thing left on that fucking cart was the vegetables by the time we sat down to feast.

“Gone give that shit to the dog so Presley don’t trip.” Shakur motioned toward the carrots, celery, and white looking broccoli mix.

We ate vegetables occasionally, but I usually only did for my mother, and my brothers only did the shit for their wives. But times like this, when we were free, we didn’t touch the shit.

“I thought you said the show was coming back yesterday, nigga?” Lequay asked.

“I see you a fan.” I smirked, biting the chicken wing. “But it’s on hold until they can figure out how to move forward with the new season we about to film.”

“What one got to do with the other?” Asif inquired.

“Because depending on how shit goes, the last few episodes will have to go in a different direction and therefore be re-filmed,” I explained, and they all nodded to say they understood.

“And the new season is on hold because?” Khari questioned.

Exhaling, I replied, “’Cause AJ don’t wanna film with me. I don’t know if it’s because I threatened to beat his ass, ’cause of Kabrina, or because they promoted me to main, and he feels like it should’ve been him.”

“That don’t even make sense for the storyline for it to be him,” Shakur stated exactly what the writers and producers had.

“Facts. But I hate that nigga. He fucking with my girl, my money, all shit I care about deeply as fuck, and I can’t really do shit about it right now. At least not how I fucking want to.”