“Yeah, I was.”
“You were there because you knew the guy whose party it was or you just heard about it?”
“I was invited by Jay,” he answered.
“How do you know him?”
“We do business together.”
“What kind of business?”
“Damn. What, you the FBI now? Five minutes ago, I couldn’t get your ass to say shit. Now you wanna know my social security number,” Shane joked, making me laugh.
“I just asked a question.”
“You asked a few. But nah, I’m a music producer, so we all run in the same circles at times.”
“I thought you were in the jewelry business. You came to Allen’s house with Mr. Dennis. Did you already know Allen?”
I couldn’t help all the questions that came spilling out. His answers to my questions would also determine if this whole thing was genuine. Since he was in the music industry, he could possibly have a hidden agenda. Allen was high in the ranks. Shane being able to say he had me in some form could be a part of some dick swinging contest.
“Dennis is my uncle. He’s trying to get me to take over the company, that’s the only reason I came to your appointment. As far as Spinna, I knew who he was, but we never conversed until I came to y’all crib.”
“You know Serenity?”
“We’ve crossed paths a time or two, but I’ve never worked with her.”
“Crossed paths in what kind of way?”
Shocked at my own boldness, I waited for him to answer. If Shane so much as breathed the same air as that woman, he’d be letting me out of this truck right now. The last thing I needed was to be associating with yet another man she had.
“I fucked her about two months ago,” Shane answered, like it was nothing.
“Let me out up here, please.”
Approaching a red light, Shane laughed like he was in the front row of a comedy show. Meanwhile, I was fuming inside.
“Yo, Celeste, I’m just fuckin’ with you. I’ve never touched that woman a day in my life. I just wanted to get under your skin. But how you askin’ me all these questions? Last time I checked, Spinna was still yo’ nigga.”
Silence
“It’s cool. You ain’t gotta answer right now.”
The rest of the ride was silent. I was in my head and needed to think. I observed rather quickly that silence didn’t bother Shane, since he wasn’t a talker anyway. When we made it to True Mobile, Shane stayed in his truck while I went inside. Thankfully, there was an attendant available when I stepped inside. I was squared away in no time. Everything worked out in my favor since I didn’t have to put any money down for the phone. Once I was back in the truck, I gave Shane the address to where I wanted him to take me. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts and that wouldn’t happen at Allen’s house.
CHAPTER 7
Shane
“This some good shit right here,” Mylo said as he listened to the track.
Right now, we were wrapping up a studio session and he wanted to listen to beats I had for songs he’d written. I had a lot of respect for Mylo and enjoyed working with him. He was naturally talented and his rhymes reflected things he’d been through. He wasn’t one of these rappers who only talked about money and hoes. He was lyrical and I appreciated that.
“Thanks, man. I got more I can send over tonight. Just let me know what you fuckin’ with.”
“No doubt. What you and that nigga Tripp getting into tonight?”
“Shit. Tripp runnin’ the streets right now. He hasn’t said shit about doin’ anything tonight. It’s a party or somethin’ happenin’?”
