Chapter eighteen

The house was quiet as ever as we all sat at the dinning table eating our breakfast. It was awkward and I was ready to pack up and go home. This trip was a buss and I would of been better off working for my lil paycheck. "I got a show tonight. I'm super excited but nervous as hell for real." Jordan said breaking the silence. "That's good news where you preforming at?" I asked. "This club like right around the corner from where we are. It's kind of last minute but I want to show that I can handle any pressure thrown my way." Jordan said. "That's the spirit baby." Angelic said as Lauren sighed lightly. Once we finished eating Lauren and I cleaned up after us. Later that day we got in the car to go shopping. It's not like we needed anything else because we all had a lot of shit already. According to them though you could never have enough. Making it to the mall we all split up to go to different stores. I really wasn't buying shit I was just looking so to speak. Then some big commotion starts to happen in the middle of the mall. Once I made it out the store I noticed a gang of dudes all up in Jordan's face. I quickly walked in the middle and pushed them niggas back. We were then escorted off the premises. Making it back to the house everybody had an attitude. "What the fuck was all of that about?" I asked him. "I don't know some ugly ass nigga checking me about the words on my shirt." Jordan said face frowned up. I read his shirt which had Giovanni company on it. I knew that couldn't be good if it had anything to do with Giovanni. Letting it ride we all figured to take a nap and then get ready to go. Once Lauren woke up she woke me up and told me to get dressed. So I got up from the bed and did just that. We both took our showers and brushed our teeth. Getting dressed we waited for Jordan and Angelic who took their precious ass time. Making it into the car we shortly arrived at the club. Walking to the front of the line we heard a lot of bickering behind us. They just don't know who my boy is but, they was about to find out why we didn't have to stand in line. Inside the club Angelic spotted her people as she walked us over to the vip section. Jordan was escorted to the backstage as we took a seat and waited. No lie I was super excited about him finally getting an opportunity like this. Only I didn't know if all this shit was real or a scam. I don't trust nobody at this point and I wouldn't be surprised how anything went down honestly. Once they got everything situated Jordan was being introduced to a large crowd of people who looked on in confusion.

"Hello everyone my name is Giovanni. Many of you know me, a handful of you don't. I'm on this stage right now bringing to you my newest signed artist. Y'all show this man some respect he has real talent. I'll like to bring to the stage Jordan."

Jordan gets up on stage with the mic in his hand looking too nervous. Then he speaks to the crowd whose already looking at him like they want him to get off of it already.

"Ain't nothing more to say other than DJ drop that beat."

The beat drops and the crowd starts to engage with him as he starts doing what he does best.

"They ain't wanna see me win but I did it anyway; had to tune out the hate ; cause shit like that don't even pay; hold up watch yo step; ain't no stepping on my neck; all that talk about who next I'm like yeah; okay what's next; cause I'm the one who really grinding ; forever screaming cut the check; I do what I want to ; you do what you have to; I'm taking trips you taking dingy pics in your bathroom; bitch you knew I had too; my new bitch shitting on your head; when it comes to making bread; I'm sorta like the gingerbread man hoe; they know I'm not playing hoe; I really stand on shit; they claim that they popping; whole time ain't never popped shit; y'all know y'all the opps; quick to call the cops; 50 round clip; make sure them bullets never stop; hit you watch you drop; call the ambulance nigga; hot head with a pocket full of dead Benjamin's nigga; Gucci head to toe ; you can't handle me nigga; she don't wanna claim her mans; she said she hate it there; I guess fucking with a broke nigga; never been fair; she want a taste of the good life; so she ate right through my underwear; this shit ain't even fair; how I come through and murk shit; I told my label; signing me would be dope shit; they ain't wanna see me win but I did it anyway ; I did it anyway; I did it anyway.

The crowd was going stupid as everybody cheered him on and sung the hook with him. Shit was fire but I ain't know what to think about him signing contracts with Giovanni. In the middle of him wrapping it up I noticed a few guys approaching the crowd and within seconds gunshots were fired. Everyone ran as of I in search for Lauren and Angelic who was last seen in the vip booth. Reaching them the shots continued as I escorted them out. Once we made it safely out of the building Angelic was panicking. "Did you see him Cain?" She asked me a thousand times. I already told her ass he made it backstage before they even pulled that stunt. Escorting them in the car I told them to chill out as I made my way back towards the entrance. Only to find Giovanni talking to the same dudes who Jordan had a run in with at the mall earlier that day.