|Recap|

"Oh sorry I wasn't paying attention," he smiled.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen let's take five."

I approached her. "Tomica.."

"Bye," she smirked before walking away.

"I need to talk to you," I mumbled. Which didn't do me any justice because she keeps ignoring my presence.

"Tomica you're on in five."

"Thanks Steve," she smiled. "I just gotta catch up with my driving manual so give me a minute."

"And is it getting any easier? Learning how to drive?" he asked.

"If I told you that driving is a piece of cake or pie, I would be lieing. But to answer your question, no. I just don't understand this stuff."

"Take your time. You'll get the hang of it, I promise. It's not as hard as you think it is."

She attempted to grab her driving manual and it fell out of her hands. Then, knocked down her script.

"Shit," she muttered.

"It's all good. I got it ma." I chuckled before licking my lips, and helped her pick them up. "Here."

"I have a question. What is your nickname?" she asked.

"You asked me that before. Why do you want to know?" I raised a brow.

She rolled her eyes. "Look just answer the damn question. What does the streets know you as?"

"I don't know you like that. So don't worry about it ma."

"Tomica," Steve interrupted "you're on in three minutes."

"Okay," she nodded "now back to you. What is your nickname? Just answer the question, I mean that's the least you can do don't you think?"

I licked my lips. "It's Lynn babygirl," I lied.

"Thank you," she mumbled.

"Why does it concern you?"

"What I can't ask? I just wanted to know."

"I don't know, something doesn't seem right. But I have a question for you; you're twenty one years old, why can't you drive?"

She scoffed. "Look it's none of your damn business okay? And it's not that serious, just know that I haven't had the time to learn how to drive but I'm doing the best I can."

"Aight. I have another question-"

"Let's go Tomica. You're back on air."

"I gotta go."

She rolled her eyes and made her way back to the front. Yeah, she's mad. It's so obvious.

"Three...two...one...action!" he yelled before pressing the record button.

"Sources close to the investigation say they may have some sort of idea of who these three armed men are that robbed City National Bank and there's a possibility that they know what exactly happened."

"Cut. Tomica I don't know what the hell is wrong with you but you have not been yourself ever since you got here. If you don't want to be here you didn't have to come back. Your shift ended two hours ago," he stated.

She quickly glanced at me then back at him.

"I know, I'm just not feeling well at the moment. Maybe it's a nervous stomach because I have some stiff competition."

He chuckled. "So why did you come back to work? You could've stayed home."

"I thought I had plans...guess not," she shrugged.

"Okay," he shook his head "this is take two and I want you to be more aggressive. You're trying to promote the end of gang violence, you want the world to take your message serious right?"

"Of course."

"Well let's run it again. Three...two...one."

"Los Angeles street gangs are becoming more and more dangerous. Why can't we set a good example for our children? Are we trying to tell them that it's okay to join gangs? Or that it's okay to flag a red or blue bandana? This has to end."

He hand motioned for her to continue.

"It's never too late to take action. LAPD can't do it alone, they need your help. Three men are currently on the run and you never know, they could be in your presence," she said before glaring at me.

"Be more aggressive Tomica! My God, how hard can it be? Just... just continue."

"Let's track the robbers down so that they can end up where they belong, jail. And the only reason why they're still on the run is because LAPD can't track them down. This is where you step in. If you know anything about the robbery or the robbers, please call 1-800-SNITCH and help stop gang violence. I'm Tomica Woods and this is KTLA News."

"And cut!" he yelled before lowering the camera.

"How was it?" she asked.

"It was okay. I just need you to step it up a bit. Seriously, what's wrong with you?"

She rolled her eyes. "Everything is fine." She sighed and approached me while glaring.

"Tomica," I licked my lips.

"Don't. Just don't... don't worry about it Eric."

"Aight you have every right to be mad but just hold on a second."

She grabbed a couple of her flyers and handed them to a few people.

"Hi I'm Tomica Woods, record executive assistant to the President of Motown. I would appreciate it if you support and back me up, I am passionate about ending gang violence and I want to be L.A.'s voice."

"Yeah I'm a fan. Good luck young lady and keep up the good work," he smiled "you have my support."

"Thank you so, so much I truly appreciate it. The girl I'm going against is very popular so it's going to be stiff competition."

"So what?" he chuckled.

"Well I know I don't have a chance at winning but it'll still mean a lot if I have people supporting me."

"You have my support. And honey you do have a chance at winning. You're just as smart as the other girl. Good luck." He gave her two thumbs up before walking away.

"Tomica... let me explain. I know I stood you up but it was an accident. I had a reason.. well either way it was still inexcusable."

She grabbed her driver's manual and script, and headed towards the door. I followed of course.

She stopped in her tracks and sighed.

"What's wrong?" I questioned.

"You belonged to me for just one night; as we slept the night away."

"Oh my God I love this song," she mumbled to herself "I love me some Shirley."

"We should have counted up the cost but instead we got lost. In the second, in the minute, in the hour. Hey, hey, hey, as we lay. We forgot about tomorrow, as we lay."

"Aye you have every reason to be mad but stop being a bitch," I spat before putting my Locs back on.

"No more excuses. And why do you keep wearing those dark ass shades? Are you still hiding from LAPD?" she chuckled.

"Now that wasn't even called for."

"Damn when they track you and your little crew down... it's going to be war, trust me."

"Girl you don't even know what the hell you're talking about. That's not why I wear Locs, and don't worry about why I wear them."

"Well to be real," she said while walking towards the exit with me on her tail "you actually did me a favor by standing me up."

"What do you mean?" I asked. And I just realized that stepping out with her was not a good idea because here comes the paparazzi.

Groupies like this bitch isn't used to it but I am so I'm not gonna let it bother me.

"Well see because you made me remember that you ain't shit. Yeah I waited and got myself together but you know what? I got over it."

I licked my lips and raised a brow. "Oh so I ain't shit huh? And something's telling me that you did rat me out to LAPD."

She laughed. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. You still wouldn't know." And she continued to laugh.

"You did huh? Just go ahead and tell me so I can beat yo ass."

"Eric or Eazy... whatever your damn name is, it doesn't matter who ratted you out, just know that you're not gonna get away with it. Oh and you know what's funny? My dad was right about you. What do you contribute to the group?"

"The fuck you mean? Ain't it obvious? Without me, there wouldn't be no Ruthless Records or N.W.A, so I am the group."

"I'm serious Eazy. What do you do? Besides fuck with groupies who would give it up on the first night? Ren is the writer while Dre and Yella are the producers. But you? You're just a face."

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"You really tried it huh? You thought that I was one of these basic ass groupies that you could easily fuck? Too bad you want more than just a friends with benefits relationship."

"Nah. I just want ya pussy cause trust me, it was never that deep. I came here to see if you wanted a do-over but fuck it. I don't need you anyway."

"Tomica," said a young man who I'm guessing is her driver "it's time to go."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes before sitting in the passenger's seat. I want to feel sorry for her because her dumb ass is twenty-one years old and can't drive, but then again I could care less cause she ain't shit to me.

"Hey Eazy who's she?" a paparazzi asked with a camera in my face.

"That's Eazy's new side bitch! Hoemica Woods from KTLA News!" another yelled.

[A/N: 😂😂😂 I used the name y'all gave her]

"So Eazy tell us more about your beef with Cube! Why did you cheat him out of his money?"

As soon as I got home, I took a quick shower and checked my pager. Jerry sent me a few messages and wants me at the studio first thing in the morning to discuss this music video.

Everything isn't adding up. Shit isn't making sense to me. Who ratted me out? This feels like a setup.

I have a gut feeling that it's that bitch Tomica but then again, it could be someone that I least expect.

I just hope and pray that it's not Scooter or Lucky. Because there's nothing worse then thinking someone is your friend, then they snitch on yo ass.

And I just hope this robbery doesn't come back to bite me in the ass.

                                           -
Ruthless Records

"Wow you're on time," said Jerry "looks like you guys are free from suicides and push-ups."

"So this is the gameplan. E I just finished your verse and I want you to record it. Once it's complete, we can start going over the music video," said Ren.

"And we plan on completing this music video before the end of the week," Dre added.

"We're already getting your costumes together which will be a three piece suit. And we're still looking for the perfect setting."

"Dre and I already got that covered Jerry. We decided on renting out a bank and the theme is going to be gangster or mafia style."

"A bank? You guys are going to rob a bank?"

I bit my bottom lip. The irony.

"Yeah.. How does that sound? The video is still going to be set in the 1920's."

"I like it. You guys are brilliant."

After discussing the video, Ren handed me my verse and I looked over it. I wasn't feeling it at first but I'm starting to like it.. well kind of.

It only took a few hours for me to record. The song is now complete, it's about damn time.

"Let's hear it," said Jerry.

"Cause they wasn't rapping right so I had to destroy whoever was standing in my presence for fucking up the essence appetite for destruction.

Cops put a hurting on your ass man. They really degrade you. White folks don't believe that shit, they don't believe that cops degrade you.

"And here comes E," Ren chuckled.

"Check it out y'all, in the house y'all. So I can show and flow and let the people know. So won't you ease on down to the yellow brick road to Compton..."

"You guys are going to the top with this track."

"So make sure you're here tomorrow so that we can discuss the video," Dre added.

My assistant nudged me and told me that I have a call waiting.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Eric? Lucky Charm ass nigga?"

"Who this?"

"Suge! You don't recognize my voice?"

"How the hell did yo call go through? I blocked you and the hell is you still calling my studio?"

"Look here Scooter ain't making no type of progress so it looks like I need to go find him."

"Scooter ain't yo fucking business. This is between him and Worm."

"Like hell. And yeah looks like I need to send you a little message haha mafia style."

"Aye I got a bullet for whoever fucks with Scooter."

"Scooter?" he laughed "I wasn't talking about him... Eric."