“Good. We’re extending our tour and apparently a bigger artist wants us to tour with them as an opener.”
“Shit.” He whistled. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you, baby.”
“You busy now or can you talk?”
“I’m getting food with Charm but I can talk. What’s up?”
“Don’t scream in those people’s establishment, Twin,” he warned.
“Why would I be screaming?”
“Because you have the best husband in the world.”
“I mean, yeah, I do, but why are you saying it?”
“Jameer heard the placeholder vocals we slapped on that track I set up for him and he doesn’t want them to be placeholder.”
“What?” I sat up taller in my seat. “Don’t play with me.”
“I’m not playing with you. He wants you on the track. I gave him Allison’s email address.”
“No fucking way!” My voice rose. “You’re serious?”
“I’m serious. I wouldn’t even play with your feelings like that.”
I resisted the urge to scream and took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe this. Radiant Reverie’s album was doing well. We were extending our upcoming tour. Jameer wanted me on his album.
Even with the bullshit Monica had pulled, life was good.
CHAPTER 22
DRIX
Ipopped the latch of the window all the way open and took a step back so Dashawn could hop through. I followed right behind him and looked both ways before I slid it shut.
“You know where we’re going?” he asked.
“Yeah. Just stay close.” I checked to make sure my safety wasn’t on my gun then headed out of the bedroom and down the hall to the primary bedroom.
I pushed it open and aimed my gun at Monica’s pops the second he jerked up out of his sleep. His eyes widened and I jogged over, put my hand across his whole face, and slammed his head back down.
“Where the fuck is Monica?”
“Oh my God!” Her mother jumped out of her sleep and Dashawn put his gun to her head.
“Be cool, ma. Just put your head back down.”
She slowly closed her mouth and lay back down.
“What the fuck are you doing, Berlin?”
“Looking for your daughter,” I deadpanned. “I’ve been calling but she ain’t picking up. Where can I find her?”
“You’re really going to come into our house with a gun and try to?—”
I cut him off. “Ay, bruh. I’m not here to go back and forth with you. Answer my question so I can get the fuck up out of here.”