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This book has damn near 5,000 comments and this is the only book I've written with 5k comments so thank you and I really enjoy writing this story.

And I do have the most active readers when it comes to Eazy-E and NWA fanfics and because of y'all, I won seven of the Eazy fanfic awards.

I'm going to post the "BANG BANG" chapter after the twist is revealed, which is coming in the next chapter or two soooo I hope y'all are excited because the truth will be revealed 👻

I know you're probably a tad bit confused but trust me, everything will come together and make sense I promise.

Oh and please read "BANG BANG" because it will be similar to "My Neck My Back" in my book Exposed. I know that some of yall never read PSAs, Author's Notes, or things like that but read "BANG BANG" please.

Last but not least, I'm still brainstorming ideas for "American Gangster" and "Take Care" is still a secret, sorry.

But 22 year old Eric Wright will be a former army soldier, yes Eazy will be in the army in this story, and he'll be working his way into a mafia family. That's part of the plot, I'm still brainstorming the rest and the blurb is coming soon.

That's all folks! Here's the chapter.

                                      |Recap|

"I'm sorry about earlier."

She passed me the blunt. "Don't sweat it. It's all good. But I want to get even."

I took a hit. "What? We even. I fucked you, you fucked me.. we even!"

She rolled her eyes and turned on the t.v.

I passed her the blunt and she took a hit before putting it out in the ashtray. Then turned the volume up.

I rolled my eyes. "Can we watch something other than the news please?" I kissed her cheek.

"Eric..." she trailed off.

"What?" I asked "what is it?"

She shushed me and kept her eyes on the news.

"Los Angeles street gangs are becoming more dangerous and LAPD needs your help. Are you against gang violence? Do you want to stop gang violence?"

"Oh my God," she whispered while turning up the volume.

"A man has apparently been shot seven times yesterday in San Francisco. Witnesses say three men are responsible and has fled the scene. Where are they now? Who knows, they are on the run. If you know anything please call 1-800-SNITCH. I'm Ginger Chan and this is KTLA News."

"You ready to smoke another blunt?" I questioned.

"No. I just... I'm starting to have flashbacks. Flashbacks of that night," she muttered.

"What night? What are you talking about?"

"The night when I passed out in an alley. You know, the night we had our first kiss.. in the rain."

I smiled. "My favorite night. I've never kissed in the rain before and it was just like the movies."

"Yeah. And remember when I told you that four armed men came to my house that night?"

"Yeah.." I trailed off "but you never told me who these guys were. And I just want to know why?"

She glared at me. "Why? So you can kill 'em?"

"No... but I should," I muttered.

"What's gotten into you? Huh? I've never seen you like this, what's going on?"

"Nothing is wrong Tomica. This is just who I am and what I'm affiliated with. Now what exactly are you trying to tell me?"

"I want you to answer me."

I licked my lips. "I'm listening."

"Look I don't know what kind of game you're playing with me, but it needs to stop.. right now."

Here we go again. This bitch needs to lay off the weed for a minute.

"Aye... stop. I'm not about to do this with you."

"No. You think that because I'm twenty-one years old, that you can just randomly walk into my life and fuck me whenever you want it? I may be young but I'm not naive and stupid."

I rolled my eyes. "That's all?"

"You tricked me," she mumbled.

"Tomica you keep changing the subject. What exactly are you trying to tell me?"

"You killed that man in San Francisco huh?"

"What?"

She laughed. "Oh so you're playing that game huh? Eric I know you heard everything that came out of my mouth. You killed him huh? You and your buddies from the hood."

"I dare you to lie," she continued.

"If I did.. if I didn't, why does it matter to you? What are you to me? Exactly. We're just fucking each other, that's it."

"Lie... I dare you."

I sighed. "Look let me explain."

"You are unbelievable. Eric did you forget that I'm against gang violence and violence in general? I work for KTLA News on the side. What the hell is going on?"

"Aight you want the truth? Here's the truth Tomica. I'm a Crip aight? A Kelly Park Crip and has been flagging blue for years and years. I used to sell drugs as well... I sold all kind of shit. Just name the pill and I had it."

I stood up, headed towards the kitchen, and she followed.

"Can I help you? Are you lost or something?"

"Did I say we were done talking?" she spat.

I ignored her and made a quick sandwich. Then stuffed it in my mouth, just to be petty because she's pissing me off. I don't know if it's the weed or if she's really acting like this.

"Eric.. you're in a gang?"

"That doesn't matter," I said.

She folded her arms. "You know the robberies you committed were bad enough.. but murder? You're probably two steps closer to prison or maybe your own grave... you know that right?"

"Oh yeah?" I chuckled.

"It's not funny. This is serious. Criminals are sentenced to prison everyday and even worse.. some are even sentenced to death row. Is that what you want?"

"I ain't got nothing to worry about. I got away scotch-free from committing plenty of crimes, well except the jewelry store robbery."

"Well you're clearly nothing but a sex partner to me. I use you for sex and you use me for sex, that's it. But you are slowly turning into a monster so.. you need to stay the hell away from me and leave me alone. Now about that night-"

"Look. If you're not going to give me their names, I don't want to hear it," I said before taking another bite.

"Just know that it's coming back to me. I know for a fact, that I recognized one of the guys. I mean he looked so familiar but I can't put my finger on it."

"What does he look like?"

She bit her lip. Then in a split second, her eyes bulged. "Oh my God. I remember now."

"Who? Damn," I spat.

"I feel sorry for you. I really do. I gotta go because I feel like my life is in danger, messing with you."

She attempted to walk away until I grabbed her arm.

"Wait.. don't go. Stay with me, please?"

"I'm sorry.."

"What about your driving lessons? Stay with me ma."

I know there's nothing going on between us, besides sex. But I feel like I keep fucking shit up. Every chance I get at making Tomica mine, goes down the drain.

It's been awhile since I've felt this way about a female. And you can be friends with benefits for awhile, but you'll most likely begin to catch feelings and that's what's going on.

I honestly can't picture myself being with another female. Tomica is the only woman who keeps me sane. Whether we're smoking weed in bed together or not.

"Tomica.. I'm sorry."

She took a deep breathe before giving me a hug, which is exactly what I need right now.

"No baby I'm so sorry," she said.

I licked my lips then kissed her. I don't know why but kissing her makes me feel like I'm on cloud nine.

I pulled back and her face dropped.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I want to talk to you."

"About?"

I took a deep breathe and licked my lips. And to say I'm nervous would be an understatement.

This is the perfect moment. But was I sure? Yeah, I know exactly what I want.

"I want you to be mine, all mine."

Her face lit up. "Wait..."

I laughed. "Are you slow? I want you to be mine Tomica. Enough of this friends with benefifs shit. I want you."

She filled in the gap between us, then pecked my lips. "I would love to," she smiled.

"Good. Cause I would've been hurt if you would've turned me down," I smirked.

"Now I want you to silence your pager because I want this to be a night for us. Just the two of us and nobody else."

"I promise."

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Ruthless Records

"A message to Benedict Arnold. No matter how hard you try to be, here's what they think about you."

"Message to Benedict Arnold is now complete. This album is going to shut Cube down," Ren chuckled.

"Well I don't know about all that," Yella muttered.

"Why you hopping on the gangsta tip?"

"The Los Angeles Police Department are still looking for the three young men who are responsible for the San Francisco homicide."

"Oh God these thugs," said Jerry "someone needs to get them off the street."

"Aight Dre play that sample again. We're going to get E in the studio as soon as possible."

Dre and I hasn't said one word to each other. He wants out of his contract but I'm not going to let that happen.

"I'd rather be with you, yeah. Yeah I'd rather be with you. I'd rather be with you until I do oh yes I do. I'd rather be with you until that day we'll fly away. I just love that smiling face in the early sun. If I can't have you to myself then life's no fun."

"It's aight," I said.

"The dwarf who can't write doesn't have a say so. You're going to sample this E. End of story."

I felt my pager vibrate and it's from Scooter.

He says it's important and that I need to wear something nice.

"Aye something came up. I gotta go."

"What happened?" Ren asked.

"Just know that someone paged me and it's important. I should be back soon," I said.

                                           -
Rooftop Bar

As soon as I arrived at Rooftop, I was greeted by Scooter, Lucky, Henry, and other guys who I've never met before.

"People always told me, be careful what you do. And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts. And mother always told me be careful who you love. And be careful what you do, 'cause the lie becomes the truth.

Billie Jean is not my lover..."

"Welcome Eric. How are you?" Henry greeted me with a smile and handshake.

Seems like everything is back to normal. I can finally concentrate on my music and Tomica.

"I would like to know why Scooter invited me here because I was in the studio," I smiled.

He met with the barista, then handed me a drink.

"Let's make a toast. Guys, this is Eric Lynn Wright. He is the definition of loyal. I'm honored to be in his presence. All of this.. is for you Eric. We're thanking you. That's why Scooter asked you to come."

"Thanking me for.. what?"

He smiled. "For keeping your word. You are truly a blessing Eric. Thank you."

Scooter raised his glass. "To Eric," he said.

"To Eric," they repeated in unison.

We took a shot and everyone began to clap. Looks like Scooter can finally do something decent, without fucking shit up.

"Eric," said Henry "thank you again. And I'll keep you in my prayers. Congrats on your music, you deserve it."

"Thank you," I smiled.

Three hours later

Since I was in a good mood, I decided to volunteer at the bar and serve drinks.

It took about three hours for the barista to train me. But I can honestly say that I enjoy doing it.

"Nice to see you volunteering Mr. Wright. You're so humble. Thank you."

"You're welcome m'am."

I served my next customer.

"I see they got you working huh Eazy?" he chuckled.

I laughed. "Aye.. I don't mind. It's no problem at all."

In the middle of crafting my next drink, Lucky walks up to me. Drunk as hell.

"Wait in line like everybody else," I spat.

"Chill. Just wanted to let you know that I'll be outside in my car. I have a phonecall to make."

"Thanks for letting me know."

"Hi Eazy. Glad to see you working the bar. Can I have an apple martini please? It's my favorite," she smiled.

"It's on the house baby."

"Oh thank you! Thank you so much!"

"My blessings."

Then out of nowhere, we hear multiple gunshots outside, and screeching tires.

Which means one thing.. drive by.

I dropped my apron and ran outside as quick as a flash. I see everyone crowding around, so someone has been shot.

"Back up please!" a guard yelled.

"Excuse me," I muttered while walking through the crowd.

"Sir. Stand back please."

I looked down...

"Hey that's my friend! Lucky!" I yelled.

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Cliffhanger. Sorry fam.