12. Reese
Reese
What Ronnie sees in Sin’s ass is beyond me. The muthafucka don’t know how to treat women. I sat here and listened to him talk to her like a dog. I rarely get into his business, but that rubbed me the wrong way for some reason.
“Let’s run it back one more time.” We were in the booth recording for the last five hours.
Since Ronnie left, the vibes have been awkward, but we still needed to get this done. The deadline for this album is coming up real soon, and we ain’t got time to waste.
“Damn, Reese. He done did the shit six times. The last one was good,” Sincere sat next to me, complaining.
“Play the last one again, homie!” I shouted to the engineer. Once Sin heard his voice booming through the speakers, he frowned.
“A’ight, so I was low. You acting like you did the shit perfect,” he countered.
“Let’s get this done. Then you can go,” I told him.
I can tell Sin wanted to say something else by how his jaw ticked. Instead, he put the headphones back on as the music started. Sometimes I get fed up with this nigga, but we’ve been friends for too long and loyalty like that doesn’t come around often.
We ran it two more times after that, and Sin’s ass damn near ran out the room once it was over. He and his entourage left the studio and the engineer not too far behind them. I’m always the last to leave the room because I try to stay ahead of the game.
I was mixing the track we just dropped to different beats when my phone vibrated.
Digging it out of my pocket, I saw Raine’s name on the screen.
I haven’t questioned her yet on the pregnancy and I did tell her to reach out to me once she landed at the airport.
Turning the music down, I swiped right to answer.
“Sup, sis. Is the driver there yet?” I sent somebody to wait for her.
I would’ve picked her up myself, but they’ll notice me immediately. We take a private jet whenever we need to go somewhere, just to avoid the hassle.
“I’m in here now. Thanks for sending for me, but he ain’t have to hold the sign up with my name.” I chuckled. Raine can’t stand being the center of attention. Every time I ask her to go somewhere with me, she says no.
“I’ll meet you at the crib soon, alright. Danielle’s already got the room ready for you.”
“She still there?” Raine asked with a bored tone.
“Yeah, so you knew about her and Rayna?” I inquired.
“Of course, I did. Ray followed her around like a shadow when she first started. Rylee and I talked about it all the time. I’m surprised you’re just now finding out.”
Hell, me too. I must be the only muthafucka out the loop. I heard my phone beeping, and saw Jasmine’s name on the other line.
“Aye. Lemme grab this other call. I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay.” Raine hung up while I pressed the switch button. I ain’t talk to Jasmine since we had that conversation last night, so I hope she ain’t hitting me up on no foolish shit.
“Sup, baby.” I started moving stuff around so I could get ready to go. I wanna be there when Raine shows up.
“Hey, Reese. You busy?”
“Nah, I’m about to leave the studio. What’s good?”
Picking up my Versace bag from the floor, I cut all the lights off on the way out.
Then handed it off to my security guard, who’s standing outside the door.
I ain’t a flashy nigga by no means. The most I’mma wear is a chain and bracelet.
However, since Sin got robbed last year, leaving the club, I always keep protection with me.
“I need a date tonight for a fashion show. You can make it, right?” I rubbed my hand down my jawline.
“My sister just came up here from college. You sure you need a nigga there?” I liked Jasmine and wanna support her, but I chose blood over everything.
“Reese, it’s a big day for me. Your sister can wait!” she exclaimed, and the way she said that set me off. The driver opened the back door for me to step in.
“Nah, ma. She can’t. I gotta take care of family first.”
“You said you had no problem showing me off, but when I want you to, you can’t come. Are you just making up excuses?”
“I don’t make excuses, ma. If I ain’t want to come, I would’ve just said the shit outright,” I snapped at her.
“Well, if you stand me up, I’mma be real mad at you,” she told me. “Put me first for once.”
She hung up in my face. I inhaled, then exhaled, laying my head against the back of the chair. Why do I always pick the crazy ones?
I can’t stop thinking about the lil run-in with Ronnie though.
She’s a good woman and it makes no sense what Sin is doing.
Seeing her in public at different events, she walked in the room with confidence.
Ain’t many people doing what she is at such a young age.
Watching her around Sin right now though, she ain’t the person I thought she was.
I lifted my head to see us pulling into the driveway. Before I could get one foot out the door, Raine ran down the front steps, throwing her arms around my shoulders.
“Sup, sis?” I greeted, and after a few seconds of her holding onto me, I knew something wasn’t right. “Fuck you crying for?”
“Rayna said she told you. I know you’re disappointed with me,” she muttered, with her head on my chest.
“Don’t cry. Come on.” I wrapped my arm around her shoulder to walk her inside. Leading her to the table, I sat down next to her.
Cupping my hands under my chin, I watched her wipe away tears. “I was mad at you, Raine. I’m still mad at you. You know we raised you to be better than this.” She nodded, sniffing back tears. “If you gone be wildin’ in college, at least make sure these niggas wrap it up.”
“It just happened.” I heard that many times before.
“No, it didn’t. You probably ain’t plan it, but you ain’t do nothing to prevent it either. Who is the nigga?” She averted her eyes, rubbing her hand down her arm.
“Raine, answer my question.”
“It was a one-night stand, okay,” she admitted. “It was a mistake.”
I could see she was starting to shut down on me, so I let it go for now. You best believe we gone finish this conversation real soon, though.