Spill your mind!

Cane pressed the door bell, she was dressed in black robes that flung exposing her curves holding a wine glass opening the door.she kissed him on the cheek. He smiled, molding her into his arms as he shut the door behind him. She offered him wine as he sat on her soft couch, letting down his bag, taking off his leather coat. She sat next to him instead

"Thanks for coming---much better!" She sipped

"Gorgeous!" He complimented

"That's fucked, always sending chills down..." She added

"Ain't true! What's really going on, you look fucked right now... Someone's messing up?" He looked serious and all set to defend her

"Oh nah! Just work. Its been hectic lately!" She defended

"Who's got you low spirits tonight, i'ma fix that ass up!" He insisted

"Cane! I'm cool, don't stress!" She finalized

Her phone buzzed instantly, boldly inscribed German

"He got something to say maybe" Cane was reluctant

"He got no shit say!....My bread!" She ran to the kitchen to check on her french baked bread. He took a shot of Germans' number immediately. She returned with few slices on a plate, his problem was different

"You gon' tell me what the problem is? I'll fix it, you never can tell, a'ight! Nothing coming at you, I'm here!" He assured cupping her jaw into his right palm

"Thanks. I'm ok, trust me!" She calmed

He had his Doubts glaring

"Cane, its really hard for me. I'm finding it so different to cope with all of this." She sighed heavily and continued "sometimes it don't feel right and most times it does...like the world don't matter! You need to study to get something better for you, its not just me...." She concluded

He interrupted with a smile

"Raj! I know how you feel, too bad I don't feel that way, its right. We keep it subtle if you want, but if you ask me I'd rather show you to the world, to every Motherfucker." He added

"It ain't easy" she interrupted, countering

"It is and it ain't .I'm gonna respect just anything you say, I got the whole time to wait"

He kissed her immediately shutting her up to avoid any negations but then she retreated

"Cane, we got to stop this, a'ight? It ain't helping can't you see?" She almost yelled

"you making me a better person, can you not see?" He yelled calmly

"You are not understanding....."

"Then what?" He flared up

"It don't matter!" She flared up too

"Its German right? He got you lurking coz he got more cash and shit than I do?" Cane pointed out

"Cane!......" She tried to calm him down

"I ain't yo' type, am I?" He fired again

"You gotta give me time....." She requested

"You are a grown ass woman, that's what I fell in love with, everything about you, Raj!" He said coldly this time

"Oh please!" She snapped

"It's definitely, German! He been calling your ass but you ain't picking up, for real?"

"Cane let me explain to you....." she held his arm, he resisted her enchantments this time, then he yelled

"Fuck that! He ain't and was never your ex!"

She scoffed, lost for words and pleaded trying to explain

"I'm sorry Cane, I wanted....."

"Maybe I forced you into liking me, that's if you ever did?!" He could only kiss her on the forehead

"Cane!" She softly called covered in remorse

"Its gonna be strictly professional, a'ight! My bad!"

Cane grabbed on his coat and bag headed to the door as she called again

"Cane?" Her eyes welled up

"You don't know me, do you?" He Yanked the door behind him.

Taraji Sunk into the sofa rubbing her hair backwards, pushing back the tears in her eyes. Cane ended the whole thing maturely, all he wanted to know was German and his aims. Monet texted informing him about the cops around. He headed home looking angry and pissed about something. Monet opened the door, before a word slipped out of her mouth he hugged her tightly. She shut door. Tyrone was asleep to know if Cane was home or not. She offered him wine, but he took the spined weed instead, he lit it to skunk.

"We promised remember?" She said almost whispering

He kept his silence for few seconds then continued

"What problem do we have?" He responded dimly

"Oh! They need Renzo and mentioned Busta too."

"We can't say a word, a'ight?" He warned

"I should tell you that!.....just fuckin traces!" She added

"If you get fucked, I get that too. I'm here, nothing's coming at you!" She assured again

He looked at her with a beam

"You always fuckin did!"

Monet noticed his actions, she blurted

"What did she do to you? It doesn't feels right, does it?"

"She did nothing!" He smiled in denial

"No ones comes at you 'cept her, why would you even let her go that far?" Monet cautioned in disappointment

"Mo? She did nothing!" He almost yelled" we got lots of shit to fix than love! Remember, we chase dreams not feels?"

"You gon yell at me for her? I'll just find out....Jalen's says hi!" She said regardless

He looked her seeing the concern she felt, he nodded positively.

"Come!" He hugged her then they both fell asleep

At school,

"What do you need me for?" Cane asked Baldwin

"I must say, you got me up tight. What's your price?" Baldwin couldn't help but ask

"Easy one! You need my favors ok? How about you get my cousin an entry into this

College, you don't need to pay fees, I got it!" Cane asked

"Entries are closed, Mr Dea....."

"For the last time, Washington! I'll get the papers tomorrow, or I got you!" Cane ordered

"What?"

"Get it done!"

Cane left his office. Right outside, he bumped into Taraji who was about to set in. All he did was give a disapproving look then went ahead. Taraji said nothing but walk into Baldwin's office.

"You gave him an F or something?" She sat

"Oh him? We are perfect as ever!" He smiled

"He looked angry....."

"Mood swings, Taraji! Shit happens" he defended

She sighted Canes' question then read out loud

"Professor, you got any explanation? This question is out of book, what's this"

"Its a project! He insisted I help him work things out.....just some shit" he indignantly replied

"Well I think its nothing then." She stylishly took a shot of it, acting normal

"Yeah, mood swings! What's up?"

'We got meeting at 2pm prompt, very important. You didn't get the circular, check mails Man!" She urged

"Ok. Its no big deal I guess!" He looked gullible

"Any problem?"

"Nope....I'm hoping to be alone now, prof!"

"Whatever it is you kinda deserved it..." She shrugged

"Taraji?" He was shocked at her response

"Who knows?" She walked out immediately

Cane was walking to the lecture hall as he texted Quincy

*come 4pm, pack up.*

Just before the entrance, two cops stopped him

"Hello kid! Remember me?" Mendez smiled

"Yeah, MVR?!" Cane acted normal

"At the corner, there's an empty room, please! I'm Chloe Winkers" Chloe added politely

"Yeah, behind you!" Mendez added with slight sarcasm.

Cane felt pissed and angry but he has no option than to act cool and normal. Cops hate abnormal people, as they started interrogation

Mendez asked with a grin

"Who's Busta?"

Cane gulped in air in his mouth. All he needed to do was stay focused and confident. He looked at Chloe Winkers then turned to MVR who had a grin settled on his face that depicted a deadly one. He continued the conversation

"What's that?" His brows tilted up

Mendez looked disappointed but there was no proof to prove his hunch.

"Are you sure you know nothing about Busta?...." Mendez started

"What's that? As in Burst something?" Cane taunted with a serious look on him

It was almost impossible for you to not crown Cane innocent. Mendez looked down holding his groans, Chloe took the interrogation instead noticing Mendez's impression that might tingle his anger.

"Mr Washington...." She curled up her left fingers into the right palm, focusing on him with her blue eyes that seemed charming yet dim and weary

"....That's right!" Cane cuts in with a smile of satisfaction, at least someone made his day calling addressing him the way he wanted to be addressed, she beamed not sure of his mixed impression

"I want to believe you somehow. We have nothing on you, we're simply asking questions and hoping we find something more exponential. Without much waste of your time, I guess you stand by!" She smiled taking down notes on her jotter

"Of course, Ms Winkers. Thanks for your....." Cane began as Mendez stormed another question

"Where were you 09.15pm the day Sean's murder was executed?"

Cane went back in thoughts and returned

"Dormitory! Where else! With my twin and Bro!" This time there was no smile, he looked fiercer and serious

"I wouldn't ask for culture if I hadn't done some search!" Mendez relaxed on the Chair

And continued "I like you, smart kid!....Chloe I think it's time we go!" He finalized

"I thought so, too." Chloe added with a slight smile

Cane stood up taking his bag calmly then he walked to the door holding the door handle turning to them

"No invasion of privacy though!" He yanked the door behind dropping a slight smile as well.

Cane walked through the hallway swinging in a denim jacket, black jeans trouser an All Star sneakers coupled with a golden necklace, a wrist watch and wrist band and tiny round black earring on the right ear. His dark silky curls followed the rhythm in his walking step. Every eye that passed him looked like they were concentrating on him about something. The looks got intense or maybe he was only overreacting to a normal stare, he ignored giving no attention either.

He got outside the school premises took out his phone to dial Monet to know if Quincy arrived as planned knowing fully well that it wasn't 4pm yet, all he needed was a fast plan at a snap.

He took a cab to their apartment. He stood in front of the day for a few seconds then he pressed the doorbell. Tyrone opened the door immediately as if he waited behind the door. Ty's face settled with a smile giving Cane a friendly hug

"Hey bo!"

"Whazzup Nigga!" Cane responded with less energy. He walked to the couch then he found a guy their age sitting with a.wine

The guy didn't seem to notice Canes' arrival

Cane stood in front with a look of distaste

"Yo' jobbie? Seen your fuckin map somewhere?"

Ty ran to Cane in order to avoid any tension

Most times Cane took things seriously which included someone trespassing

"Chill man, He's good!" Tyrone defended

"Sorry Nigga! I just got something y'all need to know 'bout! Trust me!" Coman defended

Cane threw his bag to the ground pulling out his gun, pulling the roller clip on his gun

Pointed at Coman, he got startled

"Woah. Woah!! Chill, I got nothing on me!" Coman looked frightened this time after seeing the seriousness on Cane and gun on his hand ready to pull.

"I don't fall for no shit, you gon' man. Who sent you?" Cane boiled in anger, he asked with a yell

Coman quivered, he dictated that any thing could happen, he could actually die for no honorable cause

"Waiting for me to burn the powder, man?" Cane said still pointing at Coman, Tyrone stood speechless then he spoke finally

"Yo Nigga, chill out! Take some fuckin air, yeah?" Ty almost yelled

Cane pointed at Ty instead yet turning to Coman.

"Can I fuckin trust you or not?" Cane asked Ty with an unpleasant look

Tyrone couldn't believe his eyes, Cane could never point a gun st him. He wondered if Cane was actually high or something, this Cane was far from the Deacon-boy. Ty came forward regardless

"What the hell are you talking 'bout? I trust you more than you fuckin do" Ty blurted creating a inch away from the gun point.