“Yeah.” She quickly wiped her face, then turned to face me. “We had our meeting the other day. I’m waiting to hear back from her.”
“Wasn’t her brother Thorn the last person to see Taylor alive?” I asked, and she nodded.
“That’s what the police reports and news say, but I’m not so sure about it, especially after meeting Vine. She knows something, I just need to find out what it is.”
I put the pillow I was lying on behind my back and rested against the headboard. Spelman turned around to look in the mirror. “Spelman?”
“Yeah?” she looked at me through the mirror as she fixed her hair. “What are you up to?”
“Nothing,” she denied, but I didn’t believe her.
“Spelman, look at me.” She looked at me through the mirror, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. She was up to something and would use all her resources to find the answers to her questions. “Vine is signed to the Queens, and Pyrite wants you to come work for him, but understand he isn’t going to deal with any bullshit. He isn’t going to let you come into his organization and cause problems. He has plans for the Queens and wouldn’t have agreed to bringing on Vine if she was going to get caught up in some bullshit. If you think going after Vine is going to get you answers about whether Thorn had something to do with Taylor’s death, then you might want to step back.”
“It’s not like that,” she said, shaking her head. “I already talked to Pyrite about my questions, and he has the same ones. Vine is secretive, but I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize her future. I don’t think Thorn killed Taylor, though.”
“Why?”
“I just don’t,” she answered. “And I can’t talk about it until I can get Vine to trust me.”
“Are you trying to sign her so you can get to the answers?”
“Hell no, I was trying to sign Vine before all this happened with Taylor, but she was represented by someone else.” She smiled sweetly. “But he’s dead, and I’m going to use that to my advantage.”
“Her old agent was killed?” I asked, and she nodded. “By who? And what the hell is going on in the sports world? Because niggas die a little too much for my liking.”
“Knock, knock,” Berkeley said, coming into the room. She bit into the apple she was holding and leaned against the door. “What y’all talking about?”
“The ghetto sports world that Spelman is wrapped up in. Do you know that Spelman used to represent Taylor Cambridge?” I asked, and she nodded. “How?”
“I follow sports,” Berkeley answered with a shrug. “I followed all that shit with Taylor being killed and Thorn Carter being arrested for his murder. It’s very much giving 90’s lifetime movie vibes, which I love, so I’m invested.” She took another bite of her apple and shrugged.
“Speaking of Thorn Carter, you know that she had a meeting with his sister Vine the other day, she’s trying to sign her. And Vine is only available because her ex-agent was killed.” I threw my hands in the air. “He’s dead.” I turned back to Spelman, who was watching me with an unreadable expression. “How did he die?”
“He and his two homeboys, who were his business partners, were shot and killed in a home invasion,” she answered.
“Well, isn’t that mighty convenient?” I mumbled and shook my head. “I stand on saying that the sports world is ghetto.”
“Definitely ‘90s lifetime movie,” Berkeley laughed. “I can’t wait to see how it plays out.”
“Same,” I agreed, nodding. My phone buzzed, and I looked down to see a text from Amethyst.
Baby Daddy: Let’s step out tonight.
Me: And go where?
Baby Daddy: On a date.
Me: A date where?
Baby Daddy: If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise.
Me: You never said it was a surprise lol
Baby Daddy: Well, it is. So, get dressed and be ready to go in an hour.
Me: How should I dress?
Baby Daddy: Comfortable Sunshine. Now go get ready.
