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?Man... this shit ain’t for every nigga

Fam ain’t universal you can’t pose for every picture

You can’t save all yo’ money and save every stripper

My only intention is just to dick her, and never miss her

So, miss me with the dumb shit

Begging ass bum shit?

“Urgh!” I groaned under my breath.

Solae laughed as she stood beside me, watching the scene. “Calm down. They were hired to do it, girl.”

Suddenly, I hated that Solae was even there, but she needed to be. She had gotten word that her trial would start during her next court date. Her lawyer had also shared with her that with no evidence of Rah’s abuse, it would be really hard to make the judge believe her self-defense story. Solae was likely facing many years in prison, but her lawyer was going to try his best to get her as little time as possible. Hearing that made her feel like all hope was lost on beating this trial altogether. She needed this to keep her mind off of it.

“Rah is going tofliiiipwhen he hears this,” Solae said with a satisfied chuckle. “When are they dropping the single?”

“With the video when it’s ready in a week or two.” My eyes were still on the bitches all over Moses, particularly the brown-skinned one with thirst and lust in her eyes as she rubbed her 34 double D’s all over his back. That wasn’t an act. That bitch wasn’t putting on for the cameras. She saw Moses as an up-and-coming rapper and was ready to put her bid in. I recognized her from Instagram and had already heard the video director when he introduced her to Moses as the leading lady in the video. She would be front and center all day and even in the one-on-one scenes with him.

“Fix your face,” I heard Solae say.

“That bitch wants my man,” I said through my sneer as I continued to stare on.

“Of course, she does. It’s Moses, and they did a damn good job of making him look like he already made it.”

That made me cringe even more. Was I really ready for this? Just as the music went off, I shook off my insecurities.

“Aw damn. Look at this,” Solae said as she put her phone in my face.

Taking it, I saw that it was showing a post from Facebook that Caine’s mother had made. He was missing.

“Wow. That’s sad,” I told her after reading it.

Handing her back her phone and focusing my eyes back on the video hoe, I said, “I hope he turns up.”

“Me too.”

We both sighed, resting in the eerie feeling that was suddenly over us. I didn’t really know Caine like that. I had only met him at the hospital. But, nevertheless, I felt bad for Caine. Usually when street niggas went missing, it was because they had either been kidnapped or their bodies had yet to be found.

“All right. We got that scene,” the director told them. “Let’s move on to the next. You all can go change.”

As the models and Moses made their way to the bedrooms upstairs that they were using for dressing rooms, I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. I tried to remember the perfect man that I had had for years. I tried to keep telling myself that I had nothing to worry about, that Moses was a good man. But as I looked up the staircase and watched that big booty hoe switch towards the room where Moses had gone, I took off!

“Kahlani!”

I could hear Solae calling after me as I ran up the stairs. I could see the crew looking on at me, wondering what the hell was wrong with me and why I was running.

As soon as I landed on the second floor, I had caught that bitch just as she opened the door to Moses’ dressing room. Before I knew it, my hand was grabbing the back of her bikini top so tight that I was snatching her out of the doorway. My eyes landed on Moses, who was jumping out of the chair wherea hairdresser had just begun to style his dreads into a different updo.

“What the fuck?!” the booty model squealed as she fought to get out of my tight grip.

“You need something?!” I spat. “Your dressing room is the other way!”

“Who the fuck are you?” she sneered.

In those split seconds, Moses made his way between us. He gently put his hand on mine that was holding this hoe in her place. He gave me a warning look, and I let her go. But when the bitch had the nerve to keep standing there, I tried to push through Moses’ to take that bitch’s head off!