Here's an update so go ahead and scream 🙃

Can't believe we're halfway through the story because I plan to only write 40 chapters and 20 is half of 40 😉

But of course if new ideas keep sparking in my head, I may write 50. I don't know fam I just love to write.

If you're confused on certain things, let me break everything down for you:

•In real life Eazy spent a whole year just to get Tomica to talk to him. That's why in this story, he's chasing her ass lol and I decided to let them be friends with benefits because I never wrote a friends with benefits type story but they will eventually get together

•I will NOT include the Dre and Eazy beef only because Eric will be sentenced to Death Row in 1992. And because of this, Dre will leave the group early as well.

•As far as this plot twist? Trust no one and sometimes a person can LIE so much, they lie even when they tell the truth.

So yes, this person is a liar and a manipulator. He or she, depends on who it is, will end up being the bad guy and just know that he or she used Eric and set him up.

It'll all make sense and come together, trust me.

That's all folks! Here's the chapter and be on the lookout for my "BANG BANG" chapter which will be published soon.

Fast updates? Well you're reading the wrong book 😇 I'm outlining my ass off. I don't have a weakass update schedule so if I'm too fast, you just need to catch up.

I'm done.

Actually I'm not. "Exposed" has finally reached 4,000 comments, it's lit. And in case you didn't know, it won Best Eazy-E fanfic, Best NWA fanfic, and Best book cover.

Now I'm done.

|Recap|

Can this day get any worse?

"LAPD! Stop or I'll shoot!" he yelled.

I sighed. "Shit."

"Alright bastard I got you now. Don't you even think about pulling out your gun because I have a bullet with your name on it."

Well another robbery.. gone wrong.

Scooter got lucky this time.

He handcuffed me and shoved me in the back of his police car.

Los Angeles Police Department

Well it's safe to say that this isn't exactly the first time I've been arrested. So riding in the back of an LAPD car is nothing new to me.

Because of the life I live and the gang I'm affiliated with, all of this is normal.

The year is 1990 and it's slowly coming to an end. Slowly but surely. We still have an album to complete and I plan on releasing it next year in May. Dre and I still aren't on good terms and I still hope and pray that these robberies doesn't come back to haunt me.

As soon as we arrived at the Los Angeles Police Department, they informed me about police questioning.

My hands are still cuffed and they escorted me to a private room. They confiscated my pager and gun of course.

I took a seat and waited for an officer to walk in. None of this is new to me nor does it scare me in any way.

All I want to know is what the hell happened to Scooter and if they're going to track him down.

But once again, another robbery gone wrong thanks to Scooter.

Minutes later, a police officer walked in and damn near froze when he spotted me.

"Eric Wright? Eric Lynn Wright? Wright Eric?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed in annoyance. Here we go again. I promised myself that I would let this gangsta shit go but obviously, that's a promise I couldn't keep.

I'm not sure if Scooter is off the hook or not because there were plenty of witnesses so he's probably next.

He asked me to follow him to a more secluded area. The handcuffs were removed and I took a seat opposite of him. I placed both hands in my pockets and kept a straight face.

He glared at me, shook his head, then began to gather files.

"Eric Wright? Eric Lynn Wright? Is that correct?" he questioned.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes."

"Well," he chuckled "according to your files, it looks like you've been arrested before in the past. Is that correct?"

"Yes," I answered quickly.

"First things first, do you know anyone who's nicknamed Scooter?"

My eyes bulged. "Yeah."

"Okay. Do you know of this guy or do you know him personally? We're just trying to gather clues and as much information as we can because we're still after the three jackasses who robbed that bank awhile ago."

I have a lot to think about. I can't lie during a police questioning. But Scooter is my friend and has been before we had a fallout years ago.

Sadly, I was one of the three "jackasses" who robbed that bank. They're still chasing us down and so far, it seems like they've identified Scooter as one of the robbers.

Well.. I'm pretty sure Scooter would do the same for me soooo....

"Excuse me? Did you not hear me sir? Do you know Scooter personally or do you know of him?"

"I know of him," I lied "I have heard his name a couple of times. But I don't know him on a personal level."

"Alright, next question. Do you go by the nickname 'Casual?"

Oh shit.

He nodded, waiting for an answer.

I licked my lips. "No."

"Sir," he corrected while smirking.

"No sir," I rolled my eyes.

"Hmm. Alright well do you know of this person or do you know him personally? We don't know his real name but he goes by Casual."

"Never heard of him."

He sighed. "So according to witnesses, one of the robbers goes by the name of Casual. That's what one of the witnesses say and you fit the profile. So you don't know a guy named Casual? Is that right? A young, short, black man."

"I fit the profile? Just because I'm a short man, it doesn't mean-"

"Okay," he laughed "but I didn't ask for that. All I asked is if you know a guy named Casual."

"Nah. Never heard of him," I mumbled.

Lieing my ass off in a police questioning. I feel like I am two steps away from prison. Damn why did I link back up with Scooter?

This nigga is nothing but trouble and he's always fucking shit up, which is why we had a fallout years ago.

Fuck it, he's gonna have to come up with the rest of the money on his own. I have my whole life ahead of me and I'm not going to fuck myself up dealing with him.

Sometimes I feel like I'm too damn loyal and that people take advantage of it. That's my problem, I'm loyal to a fault.

Now I done got myself involved with his money situation with Worm, robbed a couple of places, just been arrested, got shot at, all for him.

Scooter, never say I haven't done anything for you. I even lied just to save yo ass.

"Alright I know this has nothing to do with you. I just had to make sure that you're not this Casual guy."

I nodded and he continued.

"So it looks like you've just been arrested today for robbing a jewelry store. Now explain."

"Explain what?" I scoffed.

"What took place today. Go ahead, explain."

"Robbed the jewelry store in broad daylight and got caught unfortunately. That's it."

"And someone else was involved but ran away, according to witnesses. Who is this guy?"

Damn I'm fucked up. What should I do? Should I just go ahead and turn Scooter in for robbing that bank and the jewelry store?

He'll find out that I lied and that I do know Scooter on a personal level. And he'll most likely find out that I'm Casual and I'll go down just for lieing.

Decisions, decisions.

All I know is, I fucked up.

I'm going to say a silent prayer. Now I'm not the Christian type, but they say prayer changes.

Dear God I am only what you made me. And I know that I've made a couple of mistakes in the past and a few in the present. But I don't want to do it anymore. This life. I'm trying to get out the game, I even promised myself. Sort of losing sight of why I'm living like this in the first place. Loyalty. I pray that you get me out of this. Amen.

"He's just someone I'm cool with." I let out a sigh of relief because technically, I didn't lie. Scooter is someone I'm cool with, I just didn't give a name.

Loyalty. That's my problem. Too damn loyal and look where it's gotten me.

"What's his name? We're trying to track him down because he escaped. Looks like you got the worst end of it."

"He goes by Timo," I lied.

"Sir."

I sighed. "Sir. But you can just call me Eric because I'm young and I ain't no sir."

He smiled. "Oh you're not a sir because you're young? Is that right? Well are you a madame? It doesn't matter how young you are, sir is a term of respect. And you are a sir."

"Yes sir," I sighed in annoyance.

"Mhm," he mumbled.

I'm lieing my ass off and my heartbeat began to race. I know I'll probably be charged for this but all I know is, I should get "loyal" tatted on me because this was some deep shit.

Crips do stick together but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. Sooner or later, I'm going to turn Scooter in and he ain't gonna have nothing to do with it.

"I robbed the jewelry store. It was me. The other guy got lucky as you can see."

"That wasn't so hard huh? You're under arrest for robbery. And wow, your fans are going to be so hurt. Because your arrest will make it to KTLA News."

He stood up, walked towards the door, and gestured for me to leave. They escorted me to the front and stamped my fingerprint as well as taking my mugshot.

I was charged for a robbery and in the state of California, that's at least five years in prison. However, they told me that my bail is set for five hundred dollars.

They gave me a uniform to change into, and escorted me to one of the cells. I cringed at the sight because it looks like shit and smells like piss.

I was able to make one phone call. And even though I should use this opportunity to call my mom, I decided to call someone else instead.

"Jerry," I mumbled "I need you to do something for me."

-
I spent less than fourty-eight hours here. Jerry came through for me and bailed me out.

He sat in the waiting area and I approached him.

"Damn you Eric," he spat.

"I don't want to talk about it Jerry. But thank you, I appreciate it."

"Now why did you bring a loaded gun to the video shoot? What the hell is going on with you Eric? This is not you."

I ignored him and walked outside heading towards his car. Bad idea because...

"Eazy this way! Over here!"

"Can you tell us more about your arrest? Why were you arrested?"

"Is it true that you robbed that jewelry store?"

"Are you dating Tomica Hoods?"

"Her last name is Woods and no we're not dating," I muttered.

Jerry is playing bodyguard right now but is failing. There's way too many paparazzi and the news travel fast.

"Eazy can I get a quick interview please? It'll only take a few minutes."

"There's no time for interviews," Jerry smiled.

He unlocked his car and I sat in the passenger's seat. As soon as I closed the door, screaming fans and paparazzi surrounded his car and began banging on it.

"Drive," I demanded.

He started the ignition, turned on the radio, and drove off.

"You're listening to KTLA News."

"Rapper Eazy-E was spotted leaving the Los Angeles Police Department..."

"Jesus these people work fast," said Jerry.

He saw the look on my face and changed the channel.

"Beware she's schemin. She'll make you think you're dreaming. You'll fall in love and you'll be screaming demon whoo.

Poison, deadly moving it slow. Looking for a mellow fellow like..."

"So I want to talk to you. What the hell is going on with you Eric? What are you getting yourself into?"

"I don't know what you talking 'bout."

"So you got arrested for nothing? Is that it? You robbed a jewelry store for nothing?"

"And what are you trying to tell me?"

"A thug came to my house last night."

I glanced at him. "Who?"

"I-I don't know. That's why I'm telling you, maybe you know who this guy is." He stopped at a red light and turned the radio off.

"Why was he at your house and what does this have to do with me?"

|Flashback|

"Jerry Heller?"

"I just came back from grocery shopping. It was late at night and this thug randomly shows up at my house. Eric I almost shit my pants!"

"Calm down Jerry. Continue."

"Yeah that's me. Is there something I can help you with?"

"This your place?"

"Who's asking? Why are you here in the first place? Stop harassing me, you criminal."

"Is that who I am? Is that what I'm doing?"

"Who are you? And what do you want?"

"Nice house. I knew someone who lived here a long time ago."

"Well they're long gone now. I wish I can help you out because you seem lost. Now w-who are you?"

"Did you call the police?"

"What good would that do Eric?"

"Well what does this guy look like?"

"He's young, maybe around your age. But it was hard to see him because it was so dark."

"Damn."

"I'm Jerry Heller. Who are you? Are you with um.. Suge Knight? Ice Cube?"

"Have a nice night... Jerry."

|End of flashback|

"Confused."

"Yeah and so am I. He never told me his name but I just hope this person is not connected to you in anyway Eric. You have your whole life ahead of you, don't screw around and fuck everything up."

"I hear you."

-
As soon as I got home, I took about a thirty minute nap. After spending hours in jail, a nap was well deserved.

I didn't stay asleep for long thanks to my bad lungs. I sprung out of bed and grabbed my inhaler.

It took me a minute to remember where the hell I was. Just as I was about to head back to sleep, someone started banging on my door.

It's damn near nine o' clock at night and someone randomly shows up at my house unannounced?

Instantly, I grab my strap and slightly open the door.

"Can I help you?" I asked. Once I seen who it was, I lowered my gun.

"How about you help yourself?" she spat and let herself in with or without my permission.

"Why are you here? Go talk to your little boyfriend."

"Look he's a nice guy and he's funny. And you can't tell me what to do! I'll see who ever I want to see and I'll fuck who ever I want to fuck!"

I hid my gun in an empty shoe box without her looking. She got lucky because I was about to blast her ass, literally.

"Then go fuck who you want to fuck! Why are you here again?"

"Your dumbass made headlining news! Why did you have to rob that jewelry store? You are so damn stupid!"

"It's none of ya damn business girl."

"You're right," she laughed.

"Can you leave please? Get the hell out of Calabasas."

"Why did you do it? Huh?" Her eyes are red as hell. Which only means one thing, this girl is higher than a kite.

"Are you my girl?" I questioned.

"I just want to know why you robbed that place."

"Okay but are you my girl?"

"Hell no!" she spat.

"Why do you care then?" I laughed.

Her rate of breathing increased. And her eyes are blood shot red. This explains everything because Tomica has never approached me like this.

If she did, best believe she wouldn't be alive.

"I don't care anymore. You robbed a bank and a jewelry store. I don't care."

"What? Then what the fuck was this about?"

"Whatever. I hate you. Goodbye. Go home, get the hell out of my house."

"Bitch this is my house."

"Well get the hell out of your house."

I rolled my eyes and tried to hide my laughter. This girl is higher than a muthafucka.

I engulfed her in a hug and kissed her cheek.

"Chill ma. You high as hell."

"No I hate you. You're a criminal."

Should I use this to my advantage? Hmm I know I'm a fucked up person for this. Yeah, I'm fucked up and God is going to send me to Hell.

I sat on the couch and patted my lap. Lucky for me, she sat on my lap and placed her hands in my chest. Then, leaned forward and gave me a kiss.

"Stop smoking so much ma. You're high."

"I know."

"You know? You tripping."

She kissed me again and I wrapped my arms around her waist. Nothing can compare to our first kiss in the rain though, nothing. It was just like the movies.

I placed a few kisses on her neck before she took her shirt off.

"Tomica wait.. it doesn't have to be this way. Don't do it if you're not ready."

"What? So you don't want to fuck me?"

"All I'm saying is don't rush it."

She licked her lips and started to give me neck kisses as well.

"This is between us. It's just you and me right here," I mumbled.

                                          -
I woke up the next morning and realized that I'm on the couch. I look to my left and there's Tomica laying next to me.

I look to my right, and I see my used condom on the ground. Damn, did we do it? Or did we do it?

My phone started to ring and I hesitated to answer but I answered anyway.

"Same phone who this?"

"Eric this is Dre. I need to talk to you. Come by the studio as soon as possible."

"About?"

"Just come by. Now."

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I don't write full sex scenes anymore sorry. I told you that when I wrote "Exposed."

I kind of outgrew sex scenes anyway.

And hmm I should've majored in Criminal Justice cuz this book I swear lol