Ugh Wattpad can choke on a dick and die. Sorry for the false alarm earlier but here is the chapter. And I have a new cover theme, let me know if you guys like it.

Also I'm thinking about trying a new theme. Black and white is my signature but I've been thinking about red/floral but that's way out of my field lol.

Oh and I know I'm so late but thanks for 2,000 comments. This book is gonna end up having a shitload of comments lmao.

|Recap|

"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."

Annoyed, I instantly hung up the phone and called my assistant in.

"Yes sir?"

"I thought I politely asked you to block his number," I said with a straight face, confused as to how his number went through.

"You did. Was it the same guy who called the other day? If so, I made sure that his number was blocked."

"Well he just called...unless he called from another number," I licked my lips.

"Yes that makes sense. But of course, I can block that number as well."

"Please."

"Are you okay Mr. Wright? Lately you've been acting different. Who is the guy that keeps calling?" she asked.

"Don't worry about it. He's nobody. I just don't want him calling my studio, so I want you to make sure that the number he just called from is blocked, okay?"

She nodded and I met the crew after checking my pager.

"Hey Eric who called?" Jerry asked.

"Nobody.. nobody important."

"Aye there go Toe-Touch on KTLA News," Yella chuckled while adjusting the volume.

"You mean Tomica," Dre corrected.

"Stop correcting me! Ain't that what I said?"

"Los Angeles street gangs are becoming more and more dangerous. The Los Angeles Police Department are still looking for the three young men that robbed City National Bank."

"Since when is Tomica a news reporter?" Ren asked.

"She's not. She's a record assistant or some shit like that. She's just a featured guest and her topic is gang violence," I muttered while checking my pager.

"LAPD and the rest of the city of Los Angeles is challenging you to call 1-800-SNITCH if you know anything about the robbery and the suspects."

"Do you guys know anything about it?" Jerry asked "oh God these thugs are making L.A. a very dangerous city."

"Well at least they're caught on video. We just can't see their faces because they were running too fast," said Yella.

"There's a rule for robbing Yella. See robbers are trying to get in, get the money, and then get out. They don't have time to stop and pose for pictures," I spat.

"Well like I said.. at least they're caught on video. They're running now but they won't run forever, know what I'm saying?"

"Do you want an official LAPD police badge? A real police badge that you get to keep? Well it's simple. Give as much information about the robbery to the police and once the robbers are arrested, you'll get your badge. It's worth it..."

"Can we get back down to business? When are we going to start filming the video?" I scoffed.

"Day after tomorrow," said Dre "so make sure you guys get you a good night's sleep and be aware that this video is going to take about three to five days to film. Maybe even longer."

"Aight."

"Aye E," he added.

"Yeah?"

"Why do," he laughed "why do you get so touchy and nervous when we talk about the robbery?"

"What I can't get tired of hearing about the same shit over and over?"

"But shouldn't you be worried about your little homies from Kelly Park? I mean the robbers have been identified as Kelly Park Crips."

I turned in my swivel chair to face him. "So just because I'm a Kelly Park Crip, I had something to do with it? That's what you're saying right?"

"I didn't ask if you had anything to do with it or not. I just asked why you get so damn nervous when we mention it?"

"Come on man. Don't start," Yella pleaded.

"But that's what you saying in so many words. What you think I robbed that bank or not?"

He walked towards me and got in my face. I stood up to half of his height.

"There's no need for you to stand up with your short ass. Say you robbed that bank E," he spat.

Yella and Ren stood in between us and attempted to break us up.

"Can't we all just get along?" Ren asked.

"If you think I robbed it tell me. Don't beat around the bush. Say you think I robbed that bank."

"You know you did! Say you robbed it. Say you robbed it."

"That's enough!" Jerry yelled which caused us to calm down. I let out a sigh of relief and took a seat back in my swivel chair, and noticed that I have a few messages from Lucky.

As usual, I mentally responded and slid it back in my pocket.

"Now was that fucking necessary?" Ren spat.

"It wasn't a big deal to me," I said.

"Jerry it looks like we found one of the suspects, but I knew it all along. I was just waiting for him to confess," Dre added.

"How the hell did you end up pointing the finger at me anyway?"

"I am one hundred percent sure you robbed that bank but then again, part of me doesn't want to believe it."

This is starting to make sense. When that cop told me to watch my friends. I get it now.

So maybe Tomica didn't have anything to do with it.

I laughed. "Dre you know me well enough. And if you think I did it then that's you."

Yella grabbed my camcorder and began filming.

"Yeah I do know you well enough E. You've been sitting here for the past week, trying to convince us that you're innocent when you're just as guilty as the other two."

"Well that's cool. And convince you? I feel like you want pity or a fucking award for playing undercover detective."

"That's a strategy to me. And you'll be perfect for the Appetite for Destruction video E because we're going to be bank robbers. So this is the video for you."

I really don't know what the hell is going on. I thought Dre was my friend, I thought he was my homie. But it's obvious that he was the one who snitched and all I know is, Ren and Yella better not side with him.

"I don't give a fuck what you think," I spat while getting up "kudos to you for being the bitch that you are."

"Well at least I said it to your face. So I'm far from a-"

"You certaintly did. Good job Dre."

"I'm gonna say this," Jerry interrupted "we don't know if Eric robbed that bank or not but-"

"Jerry he did rob that bank. Can you not see that?"

"Dre..let me finish. All I gotta say is, I don't want to be in the same room with a criminal and thief. So Eric if you're guilty, just go ahead and tell us."

"Yeah E," Yella said while zooming in.

"Mhm," I mumbled.

"Eric.. did you or did you not rob that bank?"

I smirked. "No I did not," I lied.

"Are you sure? Don't lie."

"I'm positive. I had nothing to do with it," I lied again.

"Case closed. We're not going to bother you about it anymore. I don't want any of you bringing up the robbery or the suspects, are we on the same page?"

"Yeah Jerry," said Yella.

"Yella, turn that damn camera off," he demanded.

"This is bullshit!" Dre yelled "he robbed that bank Jerry! Can you not see through his bullshit ass lies?"

"Sit down Dre."

"Nah.. I'm gonna stand right here."

"Sit down Dre," he demanded again. But still, Dre decides to keep standing "alright. Because of you, the group owes me fifty suicides and you owe me two hundred push-ups."

"Come on Dre," Ren scoffed "niggas get tired of this bootcamp shit."

"Fareal. Man my legs hurt," Yella added.

"I'll see y'all at the videoshoot," he said while walking towards the door "this is bullshit."

"If you walk out that door while I'm still talking to you, that's three hundred push-ups for you Dre. Keep walking, and your grand prize will be five hundred."

"Damn!" Yella mumbled.

He glanced at me and I began to smirk. So Dre does know about that damn robbery that took place about a week ago.

[A/N: fuck with us and then we tweaking ho, tweaking ho]

I just hope this doesn't break our friendship up. I already have a lot of shit on my mind but hopefully this will all blow over.

At the end of the day, we can still be business partners.

"Like I said, I'm out. I'll see y'all at the videoshoot." And with that, he left.

There was an awkward silence between the rest of us until I broke it.

"Somebody say something man."

"Something man," Yella laughed.

"You childish and you ain't funny," I spat.

"Well Dre is gonna have some sore ass legs I guarantee you. So that's it for today, I'll see you at the videoshoot. And as far as the robbery, if it was not Eric just know that who ever it was, life is going to kick them in the ass. Because you can't do wrong and expect to get by."

"Yeah. I know someone who's on death row right now because of a murder he committed years ago," said Ren.

"Death row?" I questioned.

"Yeah. Death by gas chamber. And trust me, the gas chamber is not a pleasant way to die."

"Well I'm sorry to hear that," said Jerry "but that should teach you guys a lesson. Watch your actions because you never know... that could be you on death row facing death."

"Alright well... see y'all at the videoshoot," Yella muttered.

"Yeah. See you," I added.

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As soon as I got home, I took a long, hot bath and made myself a snack. I checked my pager one last time before turning it off, then checked my voice messages.

"You have one new message from phone number..."

This is from Lucky because I guess Scooter got the memo. I love him but I'm not getting into no shit because of him. He needs to stop running his big ass mouth and stay out of shit.

"Aye Casual it's Lucky. Look I know you probably mad at us right now but listen, we did not rat you out to LAPD. Anyway, Scooter is still in some deep-"

"Message erased. Next message."

"Eric? This is your homie Suge. You know, Bompton nigga. Look a here, you tried to be funny by blocking my number at your studio so I had to call your home phone. I'm still going to send you a message... I know your weakness. I would hate to be you right now."

"Message erased."

I scoffed and deleted the rest of my messages, which wasn't a good idea because I could have erased some important shit.

All I know is, I'm tired of this nigga Suge Knight and I'm going to do something about it.

KTLA News

"Now your mother's singing that sad song... but he still got smoked at Bebe's party. But you're not the first or the last. You're nothing but a short story from the past. You're dead now, not number one but a zero. Take notes from Eazy-E, the violent hero."

"Don't you know we' ve got to put our heads together?"

"Welcome back to KTLA News. I am Tomica Woods and you just heard We're All In the Same Gang by the West Coast Rap All Stars."

"Cut! Just one thing, try not to talk with your hands so much. Okay?"

"Got it."

"Three...two...one, action."

"Do you want your own official LAPD badge? Well simply call 1-800-SNITCH and report anything you know about the robbery."

"And cut. Let's take five."

She grabbed her driver's manual and glared at me, before walking away.

"I got a question," I mumbled while following her "Tomica."

"What?!" she yelled.

"Just hear me out."

"I have nothing to say to you...stay away from me."

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Oop 🙃 Tomica still hurt.

Anyway, do y'all still suspect the same people or did this chapter change your mind? 🤔