The Hill (Ch 22)

"Take the bag into the bathroom. Go into the first stall and I'll be back with a bag to split the money," said Earl. Reginald grabbed the bag and walked calmly into the bathroom and went in the first stall. "I wonder what Duane is up to," Reginald said to himself.

Moments later, he heard someone go into the stall next to him. "Reggie," said Earl from the next stall. "Yeah, I'm still here," said Reginald. "Count out half of the money and slip it into this bag," he said as he passed a large brown paper sack under the stall. Reginald carefully counted out five million dollars, and put it in the bag. "Go ahead and leave Reggie, and good luck with your career," Earl said. "You probably won't be seeing me ever again," he finished.

"Thanks Earl, you be careful," said Reginald as he walked out of the stall and out the bathroom door with the bag.

As Reginald reached his car, his cell phone began to ring. It was Craig.

"Yeah," Reginald said as he answered the phone. "Reggie, I know you don't want to hear from me, but you really need to get over to the office A-S-A-P," Craig said. "You need to meet with some execs and talk about the concert about Big Mic," Craig continued. "You're scheduled to be here in 15 minutes," he finished.

"I'll be there in a minute," said Reginald as he hung up the phone.

Reginald secured the duffel bag in his trunk and headed on to the Image office. As he entered the building, he was met by Craig, he didn't even acknowledge him. "Reggie, come on buddy, talk to me," Craig pleaded. "I don't have anything to say to you. You put my friendship with Duane in jeopardy. I don't appreciate that," Reginald said as he got on the elevator.

Craig darted onto the elevator with Reginald.

"Look Reggie, without me, you wouldn't be here, period. So yeah, I used you, somewhat, but you used me too. That's what this business is. We are all whores to the industry! Duane used you to make money for his club and to get new customers into his building. You don't hold that against him, so why do you hold it against me? I was trying to save my neck, and I tried to get you to get another manager so at least you wouldn't know that you were indirectly involved when he went down," said Craig.

"Give me a break Craig. Sonny is full of shit. He was just going to use me to get to Duane too. No matter what, the only reason I got in the door was because of my connection to Duane. It's ironic though," Reginald paused. "You kept telling me he was bad news. Sonny felt the same way, and actually you two were trying to set me up to fall out with Duane," Reginald said. "But you actually brought us closer than ever," he said as he walked off the elevator.

Deane Milner, Claude Donaldson and Arnold Chapman all stood in the hall, in front of the large double doors leading to the conference room. Reginald and Craig walked off the elevator. Tension was thick in the air. Deane broke the ice.

"Thanks for coming Reginald, follow me," he said as he opened the double doors. Everyone walked in and sat around the large table. Reginald thought back to the first time he came into this room and sang for some of these same people.

"Reginald, I understand that you've been involved with a major criminal," said Deane. "While your personal life is your own, we can't ruin our reputation here. I hope you've made new arrangements regarding your management. And I also expect that you'll cut ties with Mister Clemons immediately," Deane finished.

Reginald didn't even blink. "Sir, if I may speak freely," Reginald said. "Absolutely," said Deane. "First, I'd like to apologize for any problems I've caused the company. I greatly appreciate the opportunity that I have in front of me. However, some of the same people who helped to make this possible also stabbed me in the back," Reginald said. "How so," asked Deane.

"Duane, has been my friend and been watching out for me for years. He's never done anything to me that made me not trust him. However, Mister Donaldson and Mister Martin have both broken my trust," Reginald said. "I'm sure you're aware of Craig's problem. Are you also aware that Claude and Craig worked along with the FBI to bring down Duane. They also used my relationship with him to get closer than they normally would have been able to," said Reginald. "I don't deny any of this Reggie," said Claude. "Duane's a cancer to this community and he needed to be eradicated," he said.

"Exactly," said a voice from across the room. It was Sonny.

"Thank you for coming Mister Benson," said Claude. "I wanted him to explain how this whole thing transpired," he continued.

Sonny sat down beside Reginald. "We've been tracking Clemons for several years, but we never could make anything stick on him. We couldn't even get a warrant. Then one of his street boys flipped on him. But it was his word against Duane's and this kid had a lot of product on him. He was looking to sell it to Craig over there. We got a warrant for Craig's office here and found all kinds of paraphernalia. We were going to take him down and search the whole building. Claude intervened," said Sonny. "He said he knew of a guy who supplied most of the dope on the streets of this city and he had a way to connect us with him. Craig was one link in the chain, Reginald was the other," Sonny continued.

"Wait, why wasn't I made aware of any of this," asked Deane. "The less people who knew, the easier we could pull it off," said Sonny.

"The problem was that Reginald gave Clemons a reason to try and go straight. His shipments had slowed significantly from what our ears on the street said. We figured that Reginald wasn't just a friend of Clemons, but also a customer, and a soldier. Craig was going to let us know when Reginald slipped and we'd use that to nail Clemons. Our guesses were wrong, because Reginald turned out to be completely clean, aside from his friendship with Clemons," finished Sonny.

"Okay, but how did you bust him if Reginald and Craig didn't do their jobs," asked Deane.

"We had some new evidence come to light. The police received a phone call from Brandie Lloyd, Reginald's ex-girlfriend. She said that Reginald had been involved in an altercation with her current boyfriend, Shaun Coltson. That same night, Colston disappeared. Hundreds of people heard him threaten Duane and Reginald after the fight. When he disappeared, they took finger prints from his car and his front door. They matched one of Duane's known associates, Hank Thornton. We brought him in for questioning and he spilled his guts. He said that he and some other guys beat up Colston and brought him to the club on direct orders from Duane. He said that Clemons and his associate, known only as Earl, tied him up and burned him. We dropped Hanks charges for more in depth information. He told us when the illegal shipments were due to come in. We never recovered Colston's body, but this gentleman has volunteered to testify in exchange for complete immunity," Sonny finished. "Reginald, by fighting with Colston, you just indirectly got him busted."

Reginald frowned. He was speechless. Then he thought about Spit Fye.

"Where does Jamal Wilson fit in, with all this," asked Reginald. "Easily," said Sonny. "He's one of our best informants. We bust celebrities using him very regularly. He knows everybody, and nobody would ever believe that he's a narc. How do you think he knew all about Clemons? When you and he began to have conflict, we gave him quite a bit of information about Clemons. When Clemons went to him on your behalf, he already knew about the impending bust. He just let us know where Clemons was," said Sonny. "Again, you are the indirect cause of Duane going down," Sonny laughed. "It's beautiful!"

"So you let a murderer be your informant? It doesn't even matter that I watched him shoot my friend in cold-blood? How do you sleep at night," asked Reginald. "I sleep very well, thank you. Jamal's not dangerous to anybody but himself. But your friend pushed him a little too hard. He pushed back," said Sonny. "He plead down to voluntary manslaughter," said Sonny. "He won't serve much time, if any because of his connections with us."

Reginald slammed his fists down on the table. "Fuck you Sonny," said Reginald. "Craig, Claude, fuck both of you too," Reginald said angrily. "Reggie, calm down," said Arnold. "Mister Chapman, with all due respect, I don't want to deal with them anymore. I don't trust either of them," said Reginald as he got up and began to leave the room. "Reginald, wait. What about Big Mic's concert in New York," asked Arnold. "I'll be there," he said as he stormed out of the office.

Reginald was angry, hurt and upset. He just wanted to escape his life. He knew just where he could go. He picked up his phone and dialed. "Yvonne, I'm coming to L.A."

To Be Continued...

The Hill (Ch 21)

Reginald left the studio feeling pretty good about himself. While he had physically stood up to Spit Fye at Club Sol, everything else he had done was indirect. This time, he said what he had to say and held his own. He believed he had the upper hand for the first time.

As he arrived at his apartment, he saw several of the same federal agents that were at the police station were all over his building. He expected that though, considering Duane owned the building.

"Morgan, if you've got something to hide in your little shit hole, we'll find it," said Sonny as he walked up from behind Reginald's car. Reginald turned and cracked a slight smile. "There's nothing to find in my apartment," he said. Reginald started up the stoop and into the building. "That's what they all say," said Sonny as he watched Reginald walk into the building.

As Reginald reached his apartment, he saw agents were looking all over. One of them handed him a search warrant. He watched them calmly as he sat on the couch. Reginald wasn't happy with the situation, but he also knew that making a scene wouldn't help. That's exactly what Sonny wanted him to do. It would also give more ammunition to Spit Fye.

After a few minutes, his cell phone rang. It was Farley. "Reggie, you okay man," he asked. "Yeah, I'm good," he replied. "I heard they were search all of Duane's properties, every single apartment in every building. All his trucks, his vehicles, his townhouses; they are on his ass," said Farley. "I hope that you're clean," he continued. "Man, I've always been clean," said Reginald. "There's nothing to find, not even a half burned joint," he said. "That's good, Reg. Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something else too," said Farley. "Okay, that's cool. Where you wanna meet," asked Reginald. "Just come over to my place," said Farley. "I'll be there in a minute," said Reginald as he got up off the couch.

As he walked to the door, Sonny met him there. "Where do you think you're going," he asked. "I've got a meeting. Just lock up when you're finished," Reginald said as he walked out.

Reginald quickly arrived at Farley's apartment. He noticed that Tommy and Vance were home as well.

"Crew," yelled Reginald as he walked in. "What up bro," Tommy said as he greeted Reginald. "Good to see you man," said Farley. "Nigga," yelled Vance. Reginald sat down after he greeted his friends. They seemed unusually subdued.

"So what's going on fellas," asked Reginald. "Reggie, you know that all of Duane's assets are frozen," said Tommy. "That includes The Hill," said Vance. "That means we gotta find somewhere else to work," said Tommy. "Yeah, we can't wait for all this shit to get straightened out in court," said Farley. Reginald sat back in his seat. "I see," said Reginald. "What can I do for you guys," he asked. "A couple months rent would be nice," laughed Vance. "I'll do anything for you guys, a couple of months rent would be no problem," Reginald said, as the thoughts raced through his head. "But I can do you one better," Reginald said behind a smile. "I'll get you jobs in my road crew," said Reginald. "Initially, you won't be my band, but as you improve, I'll get Image to hire you as my permanent band," he said. "In the meantime, while the pay isn't that great as a roadie, I'll pay your rent," he said.

"Word," said Vance as he smiled. "You don't have to go that far Reg," said Farley. "We are family and we don't want to take advantage of you," he said. Reginald stood up. "I wouldn't be where I am without you guys, and even Duane," he said. "I owe you guys so much, and I thank you all for being my boys from day one," he said. A tear streamed down Tommy's cheek. "Reg, thank you," said Tommy. The four stood up and embraced. "Hey man, I love you guys. No thanks necessary," Reginald said. He felt his phone vibrating on his hip, but he ignored it. It was a special moment for him and his close friends.

Farley went to the kitchen and came back with four beers. "A toast to good friends," he said. They all clanked the tops of their bottles together and took their first drinks of the beverage. Reginald discussed a few details of the positions with them as they enjoyed their drinks.

After a while, Reginald decided to check his phone. He had two new voice messages. One from an unknown number and one from the Image office.

The unknown number was Duane.

"Reggie, I need you to handle some affairs for me. Can you come down and holla at me tomorrow. I'd rather talk to you about it in person," said Duane. "They are transferring me out to a federal facility in a couple days," he said. "Get at me," he said as the message ended.

The phone beeped and the second message came on.

"Reggie, this is the event secretary here at Image, Darlene McKay. You've been booked to a promotional concert in two weeks, it's a tribute to Big Mic. The proceeds are being donated to his foundation. Please get into contact with us as soon as possible so we can iron out the details with you. Thanks," said Darlene as the phone beeped.

Reginald decided to call Yvonne. He hadn't talked with her that day and he wanted to tell her about the concert for Mike. The phone rang four times and went to voicemail.

"Hey baby, it's me, Reggie. I don't know if you know about this, but there's going to be a benefit concert for Mike's foundation. Image is putting on the concert. I figure they'll probably want you involved, but they'll contact you. I hope you had a smooth trip home and a good day today. I love you," said Reginald as he hung up.

"Guys, it's time for me to head home," Reginald said. "I gotta handle some business tomorrow at the office and go talk with Duane," he continued. "Tell Duane that he's in our prayers man," said Farley. "Yeah, go do your thing, and don't forget our jobs," Vance said. "Later homes," said Tommy. "I'm out guys," said Reginald as he walked out the door.

"I wonder what Duane needs," Reginald thought as he got in his car and headed home.

When he got home, his door was still partially opened. The agents were long gone and his things were scattered all over the place. He just shook his head. "Damn," he thought as he shut the door and locked it behind him. He put the pillows back on his couch and laid down. He slowly fell asleep.

When he awakened, it was just before 9 o'clock. He stretched, yawned and got up to get ready for his day. "Gotta get outta here and talk with Duane," said Reginald. He quickly got cleaned up and ran out the door.

As he arrived at the city lockup. There weren't nearly as many agents there and Sonny was nowhere to be found. He walked up to the desk. "I need to see Duane Clemons please," said Reginald. "Have a seat, we'll get him out here," said the attendant.

After a few moments, Duane was being escorted to an interview room. He made eye contact with Reginald just before he was lead inside. "You've got five minutes," said the escort.

Reginald walked in and sat down. "I just got a few minutes, so let me make this short and sweet. They are sending me away tomorrow. I get no bail, period. Gerald's going away too, for conspiracy," said Duane. "I haven't seen Hank anywhere. I think he may have turned on me to get a deal," said Duane. Duane scoots a little closer and begins to whisper,"They don't know where Earl is, but I do. Call 555-8989 and tell him where to meet you. Tell him I said, 'Bring the asset.' He'll know what I'm talking about. Also tell him to take out the trash. You take half and put it away for me, and tell him to take the other half. You got it," said Duane.

Reginald was still trying to catch up. "Call the number, get the asset from Earl and tell him to take out the trash and split the asset fifty-fifty," Reginald repeated softly. "Exactly. Look Reggie, I love you man. I had pretty much made up my mind that I was going to get out of this shit, but you can't always get out when you're this deep. Just know that your boy heard you loud and clear. And since I'm going to pay for my sins, I'm going out with a bang," said Duane as the agent walked in. "Time's up," he said. "Let's go Clemons," said the agent. Reginald watched sadly as they lead Duane out of the room in shackles.

As Reginald left the building, he found himself crying uncontrollably, but he composed himself as he got into his car. Knowing Duane's business, as shady as it was, he knew he had to make that call on a pay phone somewhere. He drove several blocks from the lock up and made the call.

"Yes," said Earl on the other end. "Earl, this is Reggie. Duane wants you to meet me. Meet me at the diner at the corner of 5th and Stanley. Duane said bring the asset," said Reginald. "Done," he said as he hung up the phone. Reginald hung up the phone and hurried over to the diner. Earl was already waiting on him.

Earl wasn't even slightly disguised. He sat in the booth in the back corner. When Reginald came in, Earl greeted him with a fist pound. "The asset is under the table," said Earl. "What exactly is the asset," asked Reginald. "Duane had me to hide ten million dollars for him for an emergency. This is an emergency. He trusted only three people in the world with this money. Gerald, myself, and you. Because I'm on the run too, he wants to pass it to you to hold for him until he gets out, if he gets out. If he doesn't get out, it's yours," said Earl.

Reginald looked down at the floor and saw the large blue duffel bag. "This might be your lucky day then, Earl," said Reginald. "He told me that you need to take out the trash and that half of the asset was yours. He told me to hold the other part for him until he gets out," said Reginald.

Earl didn't even smile at the thought of five million dollars. Reginald got an uneasy feeling. "What's the trash," asked Reginald quietly. "Need to know basis," said Earl. "And it's better that you don't know," he said.

To Be Continued...

The Hill (Ch 20)

"Say what," asked Reginald. "How are you going to arrest somebody?"

"I'm work for the FBI. I was hired to bring down Duane and his cohorts," said Sonny. "You really think that I'm some sort of kiss-ass agent," he continued. "All I can say to you is that I hope you aren't involved in his business. If you are, you're going down with him," said Sonny. The call disconnected.

Reginald dropped the phone. He dropped his head into his hands. He really didn't know what to do. "Craig will know what to do," he said to himself. Reginald called Craig.

"Hello," said Craig. "Craig, listen, Duane just got busted. I need a new manager, can you check in to that for me," he asked. There was silence on the other end of the line. Just then it occured to Reginald who Sonny was. He was Craig's associate. He introduced Sonny to Reginald and Duane.

"Wait a minute, you knew," Reginald yelled into the phone. "What the fuck is going on here," he asked. "Reggie, calm down. I need you to come to my office and we'll talk about it." Reginald was fuming. He bit his tongue. "I'll be there when I get there," he said as he hung up.

Reginald ran out the door and hopped into his car and drove to the city lockup to see Duane. There were federal marshalls everywhere. Reginald walked to the desk to speak to the attendent. "Excuse me, but can I see Duane Clemons please," he asked. "No," said the attendent. "Let him see Clemons, it's okay," said a voice. Reginald turned around and saw Sonny. Sonny smiled at him from behind his shades. "I figured you'd be down here," Sonny said. "Go on in and see him," he finished, pointing the way.

Reginald walked to the door where he was frisked before being allowed into the room. They brought Duane into the room. His wrists and his ankles were cuffed. He looked pretty calm considering what he had been through.

"D, what happened," asked Reginald. "I got arrested in the airport. They were waiting for me," Duane said. "They got one of my trucks coming into the club and they found my spot in one my buildings," he said. "I guess I was getting sloppy," Duane said. "Enough about me. Find a new manager, okay," said Duane. "That punk Spit is after you and it wouldn't surprise me if he was after me too. He knew all about me," said Duane. Duane called Reginald to come closer, "Earl hasn't been caught yet. Tell him to handle the business and to give you half the proceeds." Reginald shook his head. "Man, I don't want your money," said Reginald. "Just tell him. He'll explain," said Duane.

"Okay," Reginald replied solemnly. "I think you oughta know that Craig is part of the reason you got busted, but I don't know the whole story behind it. I'm headed to his office next to find out what's going on," said Reginald. "Yeah, I didn't like him much at first, I hate his ass now," said Duane.

"I'm going to get you a lawyer," said Reginald. "Man, I'm going down. Fuck it," Duane said. "Take care of yourself and watch your back." Reginald gave Duane a fist pound. "Thanks bruh," said Reginald.

As Reginald left he saw Sonny. Sonny had a smirk on his face. "Son-of-a-bitch," Reginald said as he walked by Sonny.

Twenty minutes later, Reginald found himself walking through the office door of Craig Martin. Craig sat quietly. He looked sad, and he felt guilty.

"Craig, why," asked Reginald as he sat down. "There's a lot you don't know about me Reg," said Craig. "Let me start at the beginning," said Craig as he poured a shot of liquor.

"Since I was in my mid-twenties, I've been an addict. It started when I got involved in the industry. Everybody else was smoking, snorting, injecting. They were having fun and I wanted to fit in. So I started doing the same thing. Eventually, I lost interest in smoking. Injecting was too dangerous, especially if you weren't alone," he said. "For the last 10 years, I've been a hard cocaine addict. I had a guy that I used to buy from. I didn't know where he got his shit from, but it was the best I'd ever had. So I bought from him regularly. Right before I met you, I had run out and I had a big trip to make. I called one of my associates to buy some coke from my guy," he said as he took the shot to the head and sat back down. "They all got busted and they sold out everybody to save their own asses," said Craig.

"I got arrested and because the amount was so large, they were going to charge me with trafficking and not just possession. I met with some agents and they said that they wanted me to help them bring down the big man, Duane. I didn't know Duane at all, before all this. Then my bosses told me that they were going to fire me if I didn't find some new talent, soon. Claude took me to meet Sonny at Italiano's, and I was told that I would know what to do when the time came. Claude told me to go outside and take the cab outside. You were in the cab and the rest is history," said Craig.

Reginald was stunned. He was angry that they used him to get at his friend and one of his biggest supporters. "You are a sorry motherfucker," said Reginald. "I'll never trust you again, ever," Reginald said as he got up to leave. Reginald walked down to the media relations office and had the house publicist to release notice that Image would handle all his inquiries and not his manager from now on.

As he left the building, he received a call. "Reginald Morgan," asked the voice on the other end. "Yeah, that's me," said Reginald. "I know it's very short notice, but would you be interested in being on our radio show in the morning," said the voice. "Maybe. Who is this," asked Reginald. "My name is Demond Wallace. I'm co-host of the Delux and Lushus Morning show," said Demond. "What's up man. I can do that," said Reginald. "Great, you can either come to the studio or call in," said Demond. "I'll come by," said Reginald. "Good deal, we need you here by 6 tomorrow morning," Demond said. "Okay, I'll be there, thanks," said Reginald as he got into his car.

Reginald started his car and headed home. He just wanted to go to bed.

His alarm went off at 4 am, and he got up quickly. He was still groggy, but he knew he had to be on the radio this morning. He showered and got ready and rolled out to to the radio station. "Power 99.9 FM huh," said Reginald. I haven't listened to this show since high school," he laughed to himself.

As he walked into the studio, he saw the two hosts. Demond aka Delux was about six-foot-five and 250 pounds. He was a large man, bald, with two earrings and a little tickler under his bottom lip. Lushus was a nice looking woman. She was short, with long brown hair, probably about five-foot-two, big hips and big breasts. "Luscious" definitely described her.

"Reggie, have a seat. We've got a few minutes before the show, but let me tell you what we do here," said Demond. "We're going to ask you some questions about yourself, about what's going on around you, your career, things of that nature," he continued. Reginald nodded in approval. "No topic is off limits here," said Lushus. "We might ask you about anything, so be ready to answer," she said. "What's your name Miss Lushus," asked Reginald. "Lucy," she answered. "Lushus Lucy," Reginald said with a slight grin. "Okay, I will answer your questions, openly and honestly," said Reginald. "Great," said Demond. "We also let a few people call in and ask questions too," he said. "That's fine," said Reginald.

Moments later, the three of them had on their headsets and were on live.

"It's morning in the city! And this is the Delux and Lushus Morning Show," said Delux.

They spoke briefly about the weather and national news before getting to Reginald. They asked him several everyday questions and a few off the wall questions. They asked about Yvonne, Duane, Big Mic and even a possible beef with Spit Fye. Reginald talked around the beef with Spit Fye, rather than addressing it.

"Well, it's time to take callers," said Lucy. "Caller you're on the air," said Lucy. "Who is this," asked Lucy.

"This is Jamal," said the voice on the phone. "Hey Jamal, good morning to you," said Lucy. "I-I just got one question for Reggie," said Jamal. Reginald thought he recognized the voice, but he couldn't make it out. "Hey Jamal, what's up," asked Reginald cautiously. "Do you always let your cronies do your dirty work," said Jamal. "Scared to get your hands dirty," asked Jamal.

It was Spit Fye. "Jamal, let's relax a little," said Demond. "Back off fat boy. Yo, this is Spit," said Spit Fye. "Reginald, boy, you need to stay away from me son. I didn't want to help you at Club Sol and I don't want to help you now," said Spit Fye. "So because I didn't want to help you, you want to snipe at me. That's not manly at all," he finished.

Reginald sat quietly, and relaxed.

"Nothing to say for yourself Morgan," asked Spit Fye. "I'm taking the high road, Jamal," said Reginald. "High road my ass," mocked Spit Fye. "You just don't want everybody to know what a little bitch you are," he finished.

Reginald chuckled.

"No, Jamal, I think it's just sad that you call a radio station in an entirely different region, just to mess with me," Reginald said as he grinned. "It wasn't long ago that I loosened several of your teeth," he continued. "I think you need to get off my nuts," Reginald said as he give the slash gesture to Demond. Demond disconnected the call.

"Man, I hope you know what you're doing," said Demond. "Folks don't fuck with Spit Fye."

"Folks don't fuck with me either," Reginald said as he got up and walked out of the studio.

To Be Continued...

The Hill (Ch 19)

After breakfast, Reginald, Yvonne and Duane all went back to Reginald's place.

"Reg, you making mad money right now, bruh. You should really consider getting a new place," said Duane. "Why do you wanna stay in this shithole," asked Duane. Reginald laughed. "Man, quit it. You own this place," Reginald said. "Touche'," laughed Duane.

Yvonne just looked on at the two of them cutting up like teenagers. "I may have misjudged him," she thought to herself of Duane. "He seems to really care about Reggie, like a big brother," she thought.

Reginald turned on the television and flipped the channels for a while. Duane sat and made a few calls. Yvonne sat close to Reginald on the couch, with his left arm around her. Reginald stopped on BST News as he saw a picture of Spit Fye.

"This nigga," Reginald said as he pointed the remote at the television.

"Jamal Wilson, better known as Spit Fye, has been released on bail after the shooting death of Michael Hall, better known as Big Mic," said the reporter. "Never at a loss for words, Spit had this to say," said the reporter before Spit Fye's statement. "Our industry suffered a tragic loss that I was unfortunately a part of. My heart goes out to Mike's family and friends. A lot of things have been said about me, but I can say that when justice is served, I will be vindicated."

"Mother--," said Reginald angrily. He sat and shook his head. "That nigga is fake as a three dollar bill," said Reginald. "You know they are going to call you to testify against him," said Duane. "I will gladly testify against him," said Reginald.

"Hey, hold on that's me on TV," said Yvonne.

"In related news, good friend of Big Mic, Reginald Morgan the R&B sensation, is going to be a father. Sources say that he and Yvonne Summers are expecting their first child," said the reporter. "Representatives from either party could not be reached for comment," the reporter finished.

Yvonne's mouth dropped. "Oh my God," she said. She ran to the bedroom and grabbed her cell phone to call her assistant. "Andrea, what is the hell is going on," asked Yvonne. "We haven't been able to reach you the last couple of days about this rumor," said Andrea. "I want you to issue a statement that I am not expecting a child and that my personal affairs are to remain just that, personal," Yvonne said as she hung up the phone. When she came back into the living room, Reginald was on the phone with Craig.

"This is so untrue," said Reginald to Craig. "We not expecting a child and furthermore, I expect a full retraction from BST and every other network or publication that prints this stuff," said Reginald. "I'll have our lawyers handle it Reggie," said Craig. "And find out who this source is," said Reginald as he hung up the phone.

"This shit is fishy Reg," said Duane. "I'm going to do a little diggin' too, because I think I know who is said this," Duane finished. "Do what you gotta do man," said Reginald. Duane stood up to leave. "I'm going to make a few calls back at the office and I'll let you know what I find out," said Duane as he walked out.

After a couple of days, all the retractions were made and things seemed to die down a little. There was still talk of them being in a relationship and a few fuzzy camera phone pictures showed up here and there, but neither Reginald or Yvonne would confirm anything to the media about the nature of their relationship.

As Duane continued to dig, he came across some interesting information. One of the producers at BST was a childhood friend of Spit Fye, and still a current associate.

"There it is," said Duane. "This nigga is pullin' strings," he said. Duane called Spit Fye's agent and arranged a meeting between them in Indianapolis. Spit Fye had a show there that evening and had been granted permission to leave the state for work purposes only, by a New York judge.

They decided to meet at a local establishment called Club Blaze. It was a Wednesday and fairly quiet. Duane walked in and told them he was looking for Spit Fye. The hostess directed him to the VIP section. He saw Spit Fye sitting at a table alone in the back corner.

"Spit, thanks for meeting with me," said Duane. "My time is valuable, what do you want," asked Spit Fye. "Yeah, I get that. You know what else is valuable," asked Duane. "Reputation," he said as he put a cigar into his mouth. "I know that you value your rep. That's why you shot Mike. You didn't want everybody to know how much you enjoy a stiff one in your holes," said Duane. "I respect that. Hell, I don't care what you like. It's of no consequence to me," said Duane. "What I do care about is you meddling with the rep of my good friend, Reggie," said Duane. "I know that you peddled bullshit to BST through your friend about him and Yvonne. That shit's not cool, and I'm just serving notice to you that it's done. No more," Duane finished.

Spit Fye leaned back a little in the chair.

"And who are you," he asked. "His bodyguard? His spokesperson? His big brother," mocked Spit Fye. "I'm not afraid of no two-bit small time dope dealer. You wanna-be Suge Knight motherfucker," said Spit Fye. "Look here Clemons, I know all about your ass too. I got connections. And with one call, I'll bring you and that bitch of a friend down. Try me, nigga. I shot Mike's ass on G.P. I wouldn't bat an eye to have a couple of my boys roll up on you while you try to go the airport and fly back home. You know why? Because I don't give a fuck," said Spit Fye. He reached into his coat pocket and showed Duane his gun handle. "I could fuck you up right here and nobody would care. You are a nobody dope peddler. The world would be better off with bitches like you," said Spit Fye. "Now who's getting ass fucked?"

"I see," said Duane as he chewed his cigar. "Then this meeting is over," he said as he got up and began to walk away. "Gonna have to put a bullet in his ass," Duane thought.

Spit Fye just sat there in silence as he watched Duane walk away. He grabbed his cell phone from his side and dialed a number. "Hey, I got more news for you. And I think it's time to blow the whistle on somebody," said Spit Fye.

The next morning Duane headed back home. Before he got on the plane, he dialed Reginald. There was no answer, but he decided to leave a voicemail. "Reggie, that nigga Spit Fye is the one spreading bullshit about you. He ain't gonna quit either. I'll talk to you more later," said Duane and he closed his phone and boarded the plane.

Reginald heard the beeping of his phone, but he didn't answer. He was seeing Yvonne back to the airport, so she could fly back to her home in Los Angeles. She had a few appearances to make and she couldn't stick around forever. She had already been there for a week.

"I will see you soon baby," said Yvonne and she held Reginald close. "Okay," said Reginald quietly. "I will be out there as soon as possible," he said. They shared one last kiss before she boarded the plane.

As he walked back to the parking garage, he listened to his messages. He got the one from Duane. "I knew that negro was up to no good," said Reginald. Duane was in the air right now, so Reginald couldn't call him back. He decided to just go home.

When he got home, he turned on the television and once again saw himself, but this time with more news.

"Reginald Morgan, has been nominated for song of the year for 'My Vow' and also nominated for best new artist. Rapper Spit Fye is up for his second Album of the year award and ironically is going head to head for song of the year with Reginald Morgan for his single, 'Bump That,'" said the reporter.

"Damn," said Reginald. "I don't want to be associated with him, period. But controversy makes news," he said to himself. Reginald sat back and rested his eyes.

A while later, Reginald was awakened by a phone call.

"Hello," he said with a scratchy voice. "Morgan, you're going to need a new business manager," said the voice. "Who is this," Reginald asked. "Sonny, Sonny Benson," said Sonny. "Sonny, what the hell are you talking about," Reginald asked. "Duane was just arrested at the airport for violating the RICO Statute," said Sonny. "He's going away for a long, long time," said Sonny.

"How do you know all this stuff," asked Reginald. "Because I arrested him," Sonny laughed.

To Be Continued...

The Hill (Ch 18)

"Do it," yelled Duane into the phone. He slammed down the receiver and leaned back in his chair. His office was quiet. He lit up a cigar and sipped on some cognac.

It wasn't often that he was able to sit in silence. There was always somebody wanting to talk to him about something. A new business, improvements on the club, auditions to be a performer and more recently dealing with Reginald's business affairs. But at this point, it's 3 am and the world around him has quieted down a little.

"We've made it too far to let this little pussy take us down," said Duane to himself. He knew it was a risk, but it was one he was willing to take.

Duane had thought a lot about dropping out of the business. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life dodging the cops and thinking of new ways to avoid custody. This kind of life took a toll on him and his health. Earl and Gerald would always get high to get away from their problems. Duane stopped smoking weed a long time ago, that old dope boy proverb. 'Don't get high off your own supply...' Duane was about to break that rule.

He went out to the warehouse and opened a box that contained his stash. He took one of his cigars and gutted it and refilled it with weed. As he lit it up and took a puff, he heard the doors behind him open. Two of his boys dragged Shaun into the room and threw him down at Duane's feet. Earl walked in behind them. He screwed the silencer tightly onto his .45.

"Fuck me," asked Duane as he took a toke. Shaun looked up at him with tears rolling down his bloody and bruised face. "Duane, please don't do this," Shaun said as he cried. "Don't beg me nigga. You shoulda thought about that shit when you started fuckin' with my boy," said Duane. "You're a real tough guy, Shaun," said Duane. "You hit Reggie with some low blows; his friend dies and you fuck with him. He breaks up with his girl, and you fuck with him. Then you want to fuck with me by association," Duane said as he walked around Shaun.

Shaun began to cry heavily. "You know you done fucked up right," Duane said with an evil smile. "Put him in the chair," said Duane. Duane's guys tied Shaun to a metal chair and dragged him to the back parking lot. "Any last words bitch," asked Duane. "Please..." said Shaun. "Shut the fuck up, I've heard that already," Duane said. Earl aimed his piece at Shaun and prepared to pull the trigger. "No, don't shoot him. I want him to feel this," Duane said. He walked over to Shaun and taped his mouth closed. "Burn him," Duane said. Earl went to the pump and put gas into a container. He walked slowly back over to Shaun and smiled.

"I'll be inside," Duane said as he walked back in. Duane walked back to his office and sat back down as he smoked on the cigar. "Damn," he whispered. Tears began to form in his eyes.

Hours later, Reginald is in his bed. Yvonne is next to him with her arm draped over his body. Reginald opens his eyes and sees the time. It's 10:37 am. Reginald sat up and groaned. He got out of bed and check his voicemail. He listened as message after message came in about Big Mic. Mostly just reporters still trying to get the scoop. "How'd they get my home number," he asked himself.

"They pay very well," Yvonne said quietly. Reginald turned and saw her standing in the doorway. "Good morning," said Reginald. They embraced tightly. "How you feeling this morning," asked Yvonne. "I'm okay, just sore," said Reginald. "You wanna get some breakfast," asked Reginald. "Sure," said Yvonne.

The two got cleaned up and dressed and headed down to a local diner.

"Man, I love the pancakes in here," Reginald laughed. The waitress smiled. "They are the best in the city," she said. "Oh, those are so fattening," Yvonne laughed back. "Let me get some fresh fruit and some turkey bacon," Yvonne said. The waitress took her order and went on to the back. Reginald and Yvonne held hands across the table.

"Reggie, it's funny with us being here like this," Yvonne said. "I know you're having a hard time, but I'd like to think that I have a positive influence on your mood," she said. "Oh yeah, you do," Reginald said with a smile. "We haven't really known each other that long, but I care about you a lot, and I don't see any way that changes," Reginald continued. "Reggie, I don't want to run you off or anything, so I hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable," she said.

Reginald almost braced himself, but he thought it would probably be unnecessary.

"Reggie, I love you. I know we've got a big age difference, and folks are going to stare and talk, but I don't care. I've completely fallen in love with you. I would do anything for you, no matter what. I just want you to be happy," said Yvonne.

Reginald wasn't really surprised. He had very similar feelings.

"Yvonne, since we met, and especially since we've been seeing each other, I don't think I've ever had a better relationship. You've been so good to me and you're always there for me, under any circumstance. I truly believe your unconditional friendship towards me sparked a flame," Reginald said. Yvonne found a tear streaming down her left cheek and then another down her right cheek. "I love you, Yvonne," Reginald said. Reginald stretched across the small table and he and Yvonne kissed softly.

As they sat back down their food arrived. Just as Reginald was about to tear into his pancakes, his phone rang. "Excuse me," he said to Yvonne as he got up. "Hello," he said.

"Reginald," said a familiar voice. "Brandie," said Reginald in a quiet and curious manner. "Brandie, what do you need?"

"Reggie, what did you do with Shaun," she said as her voice cracked. "What are you talking about," asked Reginald. "Shaun is gone. His front door was left open and his phone is off. His car is still parked outside and there's blood all inside the car," said Brandie. "I heard about your fight," she said. "Slow down Brandie," said Reginald. "I haven't seen him since our fight at the club," said Reginald. "I went home right after that," said Reginald.

"I'm calling the police Reggie," she screamed into the phone. "I hate you!" The call disconnected.

"Fuck," Reginald said quietly. He called Duane immediately. Duane didn't answer the phone. Reginald left a voicemail. "Duane, call me as soon as possible, I need to holla at you," he said.

Reginald walked back into the diner and sat down. His appetite was quickly going away. "Yvonne, that fool from last night is missing. Brandie just called me and accused me of being involved," he said. "That's crazy," said Yvonne. "You were with me all night," said Yvonne. "I know," said Reginald.

Reginald's phone rang again. "Hold on Yvonne, I'm sorry," said Reginald. "Duane," said Reginald. "Come down to the diner, at the corner of 5th and Stanley," said Reginald. "Done," said Duane.

Moments later Duane rolled up in his black Yukon. He walked in and quickly spotted Reginald and Yvonne.

"Reggie, what's going on man," said Duane. "That damn Shaun is missing, and after last night, it's going to look like I did something to him," said Reginald. Duane frowned and chewed his cigar. "C'mere," Duane said as he pulled Reginald out of the booth. "Outside," he continued as he walked out the door. Yvonne watched with a very concerned look on her face. She couldn't make out the words of the conversation, but it was very intense.

"D, you are my boy, probably my best friend," said Reginald. "But I know some of the ill shit you've been involved in. If you did something to Shaun, I don't want to know anything about it. I'd rather not know. As far as I'm concerned, Shaun took a long and unexpected vacation," Reginald finished. Duane stood there with a scowl on his face. "Reggie, I didn't know he was missing until you told me. Fuck, I don't know where that bitch-ass nigga is," Duane said. "Just chill, it'll be all right," he said. "Go inside and eat them pancakes and order me some with some links. I gotta make a quick call," said Duane.

Reginald breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay," he said as he walked back inside the diner.

Duane dialed a number on his phone. Earl answered. "Bleach that burn in the back, and find that titanium tub. We gotta get rid of them remains," Duane said.

The Hill (Ch 17)

The night after the shooting, Reginald found himself back home. He slipped into his old apartment in the stillness of the night. None of his stuff had been moved since he left. He did find Brandie's key to his apartment on his dresser. There was no note and no sign of life in the unit. Reginald sat on the couch and eventually his exhaustion led him to sleep.

He dreamed of the encounter with Spit Fye. The difference was the shot was fired at Mike and struck Reginald instead. As the shot struck, Reginald awakened. He looked at the clock. It was 11:42 am.

He looked at his battered cell phone and saw 15 missed calls and eight voicemails. The calls were from everybody, even some unknown people. He had a voicemail from Craig, one from Duane, one from Carmen, two from Yvonne, one from Farley and one from Brandie. The others were reporters trying to get a scoop.

The call from Brandie was only 30 minutes ago. He listened to the voicemail.

"Hey Reggie, it's me," Brandie said. "I was calling to find out if you were alright. I heard about what happened in New York. I'm sorry about your friend. I just wanted you to know that I do still care. Bye bye," she said as the message ended.

Reginald sat in silence for a minute. Then he called Craig. "Craig, it's Reggie," said Reginald. "Reggie, what the hell happened up there the other night," asked Craig. Reginald sighed. "Spit and William Jones wanted to buy out my contract with Image and have me sign with them," said Reginald. "I was invited there by Carmen Lane, and she introduced me to them. When they told me what they wanted, I didn't really take them seriously. Then Mike showed up and things got really tense. Spit pulled his gun, and fired while I was trying to push Mike away," Reginald said. "I got hit in the shoulder, and Mike took a shot to the throat. He bled to death in my arms Craig," Reginald said, as his voice cracked.

"I'm so sorry you had to witness that, Reggie," said Craig. "The suits upstairs want you to keep quiet and to cooperate with the police in any way that they need you," Craig continued. "Where was Duane in all this madness," asked Craig. "He was back home, handling some personal business. He didn't have anything to do with this incident," said Reginald. Craig sat silently. "Hello," said Reginald. "Yeah, I'm here Reg," said Craig. "Arnold wants to meet with you about doing a couple of hooks," Craig said. "I think they are going to try to do a tribute to Mike and you were a good friend of his, so they want you involved heavily." "I'll call him, thanks Craig," Reginald said softly. "I have to go, but I'll call you later Craig," said Reginald as he hung up the phone.

He sat back quietly and closed his eyes. He found himself drifting off to sleep again, when there was a knock at the door. Reginald went to the peephole. It was Duane. He opened the door and walked back to the couch.

"Reggie, I got like five magazines blowin' me up right now, trying to interview you about the shooting. I keep telling them to back off, but they don't get it," Duane said. "Yeah, I got a call from Vibe and another one from Ebony," said Reginald. "I'm not even gonna get into what happened, except that I'm sorry about Mike. He was a good dude," Duane said. "But I have to warn you, the TV stations got a good video of you from several angles throwing a beating on Spit," said Duane. "I'd do it again if I had the chance," said Reginald. Reginald's fists clinched.

"Look man, why don't you come down to the club tonight," Duane suggested. "You don't gotta sing or nothing, but see your boys. They been asking about you," Duane finished. "Yeah, Farley left me a voicemail this morning," Reginald replied. "I'll get at them today." "So you coming through tonight," Duane asked. "I'll be there D." Duane extended his arm to Reginald and give him a fist pound. "Later, then," he said. "Lata," said Reginald as the door shut behind Duane.

Reginald sat in silence. He couldn't get the Big Mic out of his mind. He was angry and hurt. He went from anger towards himself, to anger towards Mike, then back towards Spit Fye, anger at Carmen, and the back to himself again. His anger was interrupted by another phone call. "Reggie," Yvonne said softly on the other end of the phone. "Hey," Reginald replied.

"I'm coming there to be with you," she said. "My flight from LA will be coming in around 3 pm. I'm on a layover in Dallas right now," she said. "Okay, I'll come get you from the airport," Reginald said. "I'll see you soon sweety," she said.

Reginald looked at the time, it was only 1:15 at this point. He turned on the TV and saw himself on one of the celebrity gossip shows. One of the hosts called him a thug. Reginald felt his temper getting the best of him. He turned off the TV and chose to return the phone calls he had received, except for Brandie. He wasn't ready to talk to her. He advised the reporters that he spoke to that he wasn't authorized to speak about the shooting, but he did send out his condolences to Mike's family.

By the time he finished his calls, it was time to head to the airport to pick up Yvonne. When he finally arrived in the terminal, he found himself surrounded by people. "Damn, why do I always forget that folks know me," he asked himself. Cameras began to flash, and cell phone cams were aimed at him from all angles. People were asking for his autograph and a few people who were confused about the news they heard called <i>him</i> a murderer. Reginald just shook his head. He looked through the crowd and finally saw the Yvonne coming his direction. She was being escorted by bodyguards and several security guards.

As they met in the middle of the crowd, they embraced tightly. Even though the hug hurt his wounded shoulder, he didn't want to let go. "Let's get out of here," she said as they followed the entourage to a limo waiting outside. "What about my car," asked Reginald. "You can come back and get it later, when things die down, honey," said Yvonne.

As they settled into the limo, the silence was awkward. Yvonne broke the ice. "Where do you want to go, Reggie? Do you want to go eat or go home, or what?" "I just need to be alone with you," Reginald replied. Reginald gave his address to the driver and the driver brought them to Reginald's building.

Reginald opened his door and carried Yvonne's bags into the bedroom. Yvonne made herself at home on his couch. She kicked off her pumps and rubbed her feet. Reginald came back into the room and sat on the couch close to Yvonne. "I'm so glad you're alright," she said. "Yeah, physically, I'm fine, but right now I can't even get my thoughts together," said Reginald. "I just want some peace," Reginald finished.

Yvonne put her arms around him and held him closely. She kissed him softly on the cheek and he rested his head on her chest. Reginald felt comfortable and completely at rest for the first time since Mike was murdered before his eyes.

Reginald opened his eyes, after falling asleep with Yvonne on the couch. It was almost 7 pm. "Yvonne, I'm going to the club to hear my friends play and to hang out with them. Do you want to come," Reginald asked. "Sure, I don't mind going with you," she said as she yawned. They slowly dragged themselves off the couch and got ready to head out on the town. Reginald called one of his friends at the cab stand to take them to the airport so he could get his car. Once he had his car, they made the trip back across town to The Hill.

Parking was terrible, as usual. But Reginald found a suitable space to park his car. There were people everywhere, most of them recognized both Reginald and Yvonne. As they walked in, Reginald saw his friends sitting at a table, taking shots. Reginald slowly walked over to the table. He was very happy to see his friends, but it was hard for him to show it under the circumstances.

"We Crew," Reginald bellowed. Vance turned around, and shouted! "Negro, you made it!" "Hey Vance, good to see you brotha," said Reginald. Farley and Tommy both stood up. Reginald shook hands with them both and pulled them into a hug. "Man, it's just so good to see you guys," Reginald said as he smiled. "Reg, are you going to introduce us to your beautiful friend," asked Tommy. Reginald looked back at Yvonne and smiled. "Yall know she doesn't need an introduction, but for your benefit, I'll give her one. Yvonne, these are my boys, the Crew. Vance, Farley and Tommy. Guys, this is Yvonne Summers," Reginald said.

"Fuckin' aye," Vance yelled. "It's a pleasure meeting you Miss Summers," Tommy said shaking her hand softly. "Miss Summers, it's nice to meet you. You should watch the company you keep," Farley laughed as he pointed to Reginald. "Knuckle head, shut it," Reginald laughed. "It's nice to meet you all, Reggie talks about you guys all the time," Yvonne said.

The group all sat down a talked. Reginald got caught up a lot the happenings at The Hill and in the city over the last six weeks. He heard more about how Duane was trying to steer clear of trouble and about the missing guy and his three Escalades.

"Where is Duane anyway," asked Reginald. "He's in his office with Earl and Hank. There's no telling what them niggas are up to," Tommy said. Farley scooted over close to Reginald, and began to speak softly. "I heard about you and Brandie, and I'm sorry. But just to let you know, she's seeing this other cat and they are in here regularly," Farley whispered. Reginald swallowed hard. "Really, I don't even know how I feel about that," he said quietly back to Farley. "Look at it this way, you have Yvonne on your arm, you can't get much better than that," Farley said and he gave Reginald a playful forearm nudge. Reginald smiled and looked over at Yvonne. "Do you want a drink," he asked. "Yeah, a Coke please," Yvonne said. "One Coke coming up," Reginald said as he got up to walk to the bar. As Reginald got up, Tommy slid into his chair. He looked at Yvonne in a semi-serious seductive manner, "How you doing," he asked. Yvonne laughed.

Reginald walked up to the bar and ordered a Coke and a Corona. He sat on an empty stool and waited for the drinks to arrive. "What up nigga," asked an unfamiliar voice. Reginald looked over at the guy. He was similar height, but a little smaller build than Reginald. He had locks and wore these thin framed glasses. Reginald didn't recognize him. "'Sup," Reginald said as he turned his attention back to the club patrons. "Yo, I know you don't know me, I but I sure as hell know you," said the man. Reginald stretched out his hand to shake the man's hand. "And you are?" "I'm Shaun. Shaun Colston," said Shaun. The two shook hands. "So you saw me perform here, or got my CD or what," asked Reginald casually. "Naw, nigga. I fucked yo bitch," he said smuggly. Reginald quickly turned and looked Shaun in the eyes. "What," asked Reginald. "Brandie, she gettin' some real dick now, and she takes it how I give it," Shaun replied. "Look man, what you and Brandie do is between you two. We aren't together anymore," Reginald said. "Shit, I was fuckin' when yall were together. How you like that partna," Shaun said.

Reginald was getting angry. He didn't believe that Brandie was cheating on him all along. He just thought that Shaun was trying to push his buttons. Reginald began to breathe deeply. He didn't want to do anything he'd regret.

"Look at yo bitch ass. I see why she left you, because she wanted a real man," Shaun said with a laugh. "You ain't shit. Ya money don't mean a motherfuckin' thing, because you don't even have the respect of ya bitch. That's why I been knockin' the dust off that ass," Shaun continued. Reginald's fists began to tighten.

"Oh, now you wanna get mad," asked Shaun sarcastically. Shaun laughed. "Yeah, that's why your boy got clipped at the club the other night - bitch ass ni..." before Shaun could finish his words Reginald gave him a right to the jaw that knocked off his glasses. Shaun fell into the bar and knocked down four people on the stools. Reginald grabbed Shaun by his hair with his left hand and continually punched him with his right.

Shaun grabbed a bottle from the bar and smashed it over the right side of Reginald's head. Reginald fell to the ground. Shaun dug his fingers into Reginald's gunshot wound . Reginald cried out in pain. On his back, Reginald mustered up enough strength to push Shaun off him. Both men got up, Reginald punched Shaun in the stomach and when he doubled over, he kicked Shaun in the face. At that moment, Duane came through the crowd with Farley to pull Reginald back.

"Fuck you, you fuckin' pussy," Reginald screamed. "Don't you ever come at me like that," he continued. "If I ever see you in here again, I will fuck you up!" "Get this bitch outta my club," Duane yelled over the racket. "Colston, if I see ya ass anywhere near here, I will drop you where you stand."

"Fuck both of yall," Shaun yelled. "Reggie, I'm going home to fuck ya bitch again," he yelled as he was shoved out the door. "And, I'm suing you and Duane."

"What the fuck happened, Reggie," asked Duane. "Man, I was getting drinks and this nigga just walked up talkin' shit. I was amused until he started in about Brandie and Mike," Reginald said as he attempted to catch his breath. Yvonne made her way through the crowd. "Oh, baby," she said as she put her arms around him. She and Reginald began to walk out of the club.

"Duane, I'm sorry bro," said Reginald.

To Be continued...

The Hill (Ch 16)

At 9:30 pm, Reginald found himself in front of one of the hottest new clubs in New York City, Sol. Also known as Club Sol, the Sol Club, and many other local monikers. From the outside, it seemed like a large modest brick building. But you knew something major was going on inside, because of the line wrapped halfway around the block.

Reginald walked up to the front door, as instructed by Carmen. "What's your name," asked the door attendent. "Reginald Morgan," said Reginald. "Get the fuck outta here," laughed the attendent. "You that nigga that sings 'My Vow' right," asked the attendent. Reginald was feeling a little embarrassed. "Yeah, that's me," he said with a nervous grin. "Go on in man," he said as Reginald walked by. "Got damn! Reggie Morgan," yelled the attendent.

As Reginald walked into the club, saw hundreds of people on the dance floor. He opened his cell and dialed Carmen's number. He could barely hear the phone ring. "Hello," screamed a voice on the other end of the phone. "Carmen," Reginald yelled back. "Where you at?" "I'm in VIP. Hold on, I'll come get you. Where are you," asked Carmen. "I'm at the entrance, I'll stay right here," he finished.

After a couple minutes, he saw Carmen come around the corner. She looked amazing. "Damn, girl you look good," Reginald said as he hugged Carmen. "Thanks Reggie, and you're looking rather dapper yourself," she said, as she rubbed her hand on his jacket covered chest. He smiled as she led him back to the VIP section.

When they walked in, Reginald was overwhelmed. He saw so many celebrities, singers, actors, athletes, socialites, people he only saw on television.

Carmen led Reginald to a large round table with a booth surrounding it. As Reginald sat down with Carmen, he recognized both of the people at the table. Reginald saw Spit Fye, one of most successful hip hop stars of all time. He had six consecutive platinum albums, one of them actually went diamond. Everybody in the business wanted to work with him because they thought he was the best, bar none. But he only worked with a selected few. The other person he recognized was William Jones. William was a running back for the New York Jets. He led the NFL in rushing for three straight years. He also led the league in touchdowns. Jones was amazing on the field, but his work off the field is what set him apart. He routinely donated 25% of his money to charities and he spent a lot of time working directly with children at risk. Reginald really admired Jones.

Reginald shook hands with everyone at the table. "You all, this is Reggie Morgan, a bright new star in the music industry," said Carmen. "Nice to meet you," Reginald said with a smile. Carmen whispered into Reginald's ear, "These guys say they can really help your career, for a cost," she said. Reginald whispered back, "And what is that cost?" "I'm not sure. Very few people can pay the price, most people don't make it. When they heard you were coming on my show, they called me and asked if you'd come with me and meet them here," Carmen whispered. "I think it's like a secret society-type thing," said Carmen. Reginald was curious, but also very suspicious.

"Enough with the motherfuckin' whispering," snapped Spit Fye. "Reggie, have a drink," he said. He poured Reginald some of whatever he was drinking. Reginald took the drink and thanked Spit Fye. "Reginald, we have a deal for you," said William. "We want you to be on Spit's label. I know you just released your first CD. It's well on it's way to going platinum. Congratulations on that, by the way," said William. "Thanks," Reginald said curiously. "I will buy out your contract and be your manager for only 5% of your earnings over the course of your contract with Spit. You can work directly with him, and he'll be your mentor. Everything this man touches becomes successful," William said as he put his hand on Spit's shoulder. "Look here, son. I can produce your music personally, I can make sure you get paid more than the nickels that you're getting from Image, and I can do it all for only a small, one time fee," said Spit Fye. "What's that fee," asked Reginald.

"Carmen, can you excuse us, sweet heart," asked William. Carmen sqeezed Reginald's shoulder as she got up and walked away. "It's not about the money," said William.

"Reg," yelled a familiar voice. Reginald looked around, and saw Big Mic standing behind him. "Mike, what's up man," asked Reginald. Reginald noticed that Mike had a couple of beautiful women with him, as usual. "Jamal," said Mike to Spit Fye, "long time no see!" "What the fuck you want, nigga," asked Spit Fye in a disgusted tone. "And you don't know me well enough to call me 'Jamal', so watch your fuckin' tongue before it gets cut out," demanded Spit Fye. "Michael, can you excuse us," William said calmly. "Naw, I can't excuse you, because I'm talking with my boy here," Mike said. "It's cool Mike, give me a minute to talk to these guys and we'll catch up," said Mike.

"Mind ya fuckin' business Mikey, get outta here," said Spit Fye. "Reggie, I know you weren't fuckin' with no girls on the tour, but do you have to take it this far," asked Mike. Reginald was puzzled. "What are you talking about man," asked Reginald. "These niggas are faggots," Mike said softly to Reginald. "They want to fuck you," said Mike. "Michael, you don't know what you're talking about," William said. "Shut the fuck up Mikey," said Spit Fye. At this point, the group was making a scene. Everybody in the VIP section was standing around watching.

"Reggie, let me guess. William's going to buy out your contract and re-sign you to Jamal's punk ass label. They promised you more money, right? Yeah, they sign you to a lot of money, but it's all based on sales. If you don't sell enough, they won't have to pay you. And, you know what else? They'll make it so you have to pay them back the buyout money before you can sign anywhere else," Mike said. "I heard this whole bullshit scheme before, because they tried to use it on me," Mike yelled. Spit Fye stood up, and reached into his jacket for his gun. "Oh what, you gonna shoot me in the VIP, Jamal," asked Mike sarcastically. Mike began to laugh. "Plus, nigga, I forgot about the small one time fee," said Mike. "Michael, would you shut the fuck up," yelled William. "Naw bitch, I won't," said Mike.

Reginald sat in his seat nervous and stunned. He saw the hatred in Spit Fye's face and the fear in the face of William. "What in the fuck have I gotten myself into," Reginald though. Reginald stood up and put his hand on Mike's chest, pushing him away. "Let's go man," said Reginald. "Naw, you need to hear this, everybody needs to hear this," Mike yelled. "Reggie, they gonna take that fee out your ass, literally, buncha faggots," yelled Mike. The onlookers gasped in disbelief. William's head dropped into his hands. "Fuck you," yelled Spit Fye as he pulled his gun out and fired.

Ten minutes later, sirens were blaring throughout the street. In front of the club, there were police cars, an ambulance, and multiple television stations. Rumors spread quickly in the entertainment world. But when a real story breaks, the paparazzi comes out in full force.

Carmen, sat on a bar stool in the nearly empty club. Her make up was running from the tears she had been shedding. She rubbed her eyes, as a detective came to her to get her statement. As she looked up, from giving her statement to the police, she saw an officer hauling off a hand-cuffed Spit Fye. He didn't resist. He seemed almost calm as the officer escorted him out of the club.

She looked over across the room, where she saw William Jones speaking with another detective. He was probably giving his statement as well. "God, what is happening," she thought to herself.

From her home in Los Angeles, Yvonne received a phone call from Andrea to check turn on the 8 o'clock news. Yvonne turned on the television and sat in shocked disbelief as the newscaster spoke solemnly.

"Tonight we come to you from, Sol, an upscale club in Manhattan, where there has been a tragic loss in the entertainment industry. Twenty Nine year old Michael Hall, also known as rapper, 'Big Mic' was shot and killed during an argument. Also injured in the incident was 22 year old Reginald Morgan, who police say was shot by accident. The bullet fired from another rapper, Jamal Wilson known as Spit Fire, grazed Morgan's shoulder and hit Hall in the throat. Apparently, the shots were fired after an argument escalated between Hall and Wilson. We'll have more on this story as it is available," said the reporter.

Reginald sat on the back of an ambulance as they stitched up his shoulder. "Mister Morgan, are you alergic to antibiotics," asked the paramedic. "No," Reginald said softly. The paramedic took the needle and gave him a shot of penicilin. Reginald looked at the club entrance. He felt a vibration on his hip. He reached down and saw his cell phone was cracked from his fall, but it still worked. "Hello," he said quietly as he opened the phone. "Reggie, are you okay," asked Yvonne. "Yeah," Reginald said, as tears streamed down his face. The medics were wheeling Mike out of the club in a body bag. "He was just looking out for me," said Reginald. Yvonne sat quietly, as tears began to form in her eyes. "He took that bullet because of me and my stupidity," Reginald said. "I have to take care of something, I'll call you back," Reginald said as he hung up his phone.

He jumped down off the ambulance as he saw Spit Fye walk by in cuffs. "Hey bitch," Reginald said as Spit Fye turned to look. Reginald drew back and decked him as both Spit Fye and the cop fell to the ground. "You wanna hit me while I got on cuffs, you fuckin' pussy," yelled Spit Fye with a mouth full of blood. "Let me get out of the motherfuckin cuffs, I will take your life, boy," he said violently as he was jerked up from the ground by two cops. "Morgan, get back," said one of the detectives. "Come get it big man," yelled Reginald. "When I get out, I am gonna take it out of your ass," yelled Spit Fye as they put him into the cruiser.

Reginald stood in silence as the cameras flashed in his direction.

To Be Continued...

The Hill (Ch 15)

Yvonne looked stunned, but a smile quickly came to her face. "I'm not doing anything important," she said. Reginald smiled back. "Good. How about you meet me at my room tonight around 9 and we'll have a bite to eat and talk a little," Reginald said. "Okay, that would be nice," Yvonne said behind her smile. She turned and walked away. "Nine o'clock," Reginald yelled in jest. "I'm there," she yelled back.

Reginald looked at himself in the mirror. "Have I changed that much in just a couple months," he asked himself. He thought about how much he loved Brandie and how she broke his heart. "This wasn't just for me, this was for us," he thought. "It's great to be famous and well off, but when I can't share it with anybody, what's the point," he whispered.

As he got out of his chair, he heard a knock at the door. "Come in," he said. "Bruh, me and Mike were just over in the lobby where the fans with backstage passes go," Duane said with a big grin. "The honeys over there are bangin'!" "Is that right," Reginald said with a smile. "Nigga," Duane exclaimed. "Mike just bagged two of them to go back to his dressing room with him. You know what time it is," Duane said.

Reginald shook his head. "Yall fools need to be careful that them girls aren't underage," Reginald said. "Reg, I don't mess with nobody without I.D.," Duane laughed. "Yeah, alright," Reginald laughed.

"Look here," Reginald said. "This TV appearance on BST, what's up with that?" "I talked with a producer, they just want you to sing 'My Vow', introduce a couple videos and do a 5 minute interview. It'll take about 30 minutes if you count the commercial breaks," Duane said. Reginald nodded, "Sounds good."

"What are you doing tonight man," Duane asked. "Me and Mike are headed out to the Sixers game. They are playing the Lakers. Kobe Bryant, baby," Duane yelled. "We won't be there until halftime though. You want in," he asked. "I'm having dinner with Yvonne tonight," he replied.

Duane bit into his cigar. "What? You trynna get them panties," Duane asked. "It's not that. I think she's cool and I could learn a lot from her. We just need to get to know each other, that's it," Reginald said. "Yeah, okay," Duane said sarcastically. "The only thing that kept you from hittin' that ass the first night was that you were still with Brandie, barely," Duane said.

Reginald sighed. "Whatever," he said. "Knock-knock," said Mike as he walked into the room. "I got two naked hoes in my dressing room," he said. "They will do anything, and they'll do it on camera," Mike laughed. "I'm good Mike, thanks," Reginald said. "Fuck, Reggie! We been on like 20-some stops and yo ass haven't got no pussy yet. You find Jesus or something," Mike asked. "Reggie is just about his business. He don't wanna mix it with his pleasure," said Duane as he walked to the door. He patted Mike on the back, "Now about these girls in your room." Duane and Mike walked out of Reginald's dressing room.

Reginald laughed to himself. "Them fools are a match made in ghetto heaven," he said. He opened his duffle bag and began to pack his things. When he finished packing, he took a limo back to his hotel.

As usual, there was a bottle of expensive champagne on ice waiting for him in his room. He climbed out of his clothes and hopped in the shower. He still had about 45 minutes before Yvonne would arrive. When he finished showering and drying off, he noticed the light on the room phone was blinking. He had voicemail. He dialed in the numbers and listened. It was Yvonne.

"Hey Reggie, I was just calling to make sure we were still on for this evening. I'm in my room, waiting. Call me when you're ready for me to come by."

Reginald dialed her room. "Yvonne, give me 10 minutes and you can come on by. I just gotta get prepared," he said. "Okay sweety. See you in a minute," she replied. Reginald finished getting dressed and sprayed on a little cologne. As he was brushing his hair, he heard a knock at the door. "Just a minute," he yelled as he trotted across the room to the door.

He opened the door and there was Yvonne. "You look good," he said. "Mmmm, and you do too! And you smell wonderful," she said. "Have a seat," Reginald said, pointing towards the couch. "I didn't order any food, because I didn't know what you might want to eat, but there is a bottle of champagne on ice if you want some," Reginald said.

Yvonne looked uncomfortable. "I don't drink anymore Reggie," she said. "I stopped drinking after..." she said cutting herself off abruptly. Reginald sat down. He felt awful. "I'm sorry, Yvonne," he said. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Well, we hadn't talked in a while, but I decided that I was too old to be making a fool out of myself," she said. "I'm 36 years old, there is no reason I should be running around all times of night drinking like a fish. I don't want to set that kind of example for my fans, and I don't want my friends and family to see me as some lush or something," she said. Reginald just nodded. "I respect that, and I'm proud of you," Reginald said with a smile. The two embraced tightly. "How about a bottle of water, then," laughed Reginald. Yvonne smiled, "Sounds good."

Reginald got up and opened the mini-fridge. He grabbed a couple of bottles and walked back to the couch. "Do you know what you want to eat," he asked. She looked at the room service menu. "I like lobster and steamed vegetables," he said. "Okay, I think I'll get a steak and salad," Reginald said.

After Reginald ordered the food, they engaged in small talk and began getting to know each other a little better. Reginald already liked Yvonne and while she was 14 years his senior, he felt very relaxed around her. So relaxed, that he found his arm around her shoulder and he held her close while they talked. It was very natural, and not like a teenage boy on his first date.

"So Reggie, what made you want to sing," Yvonne asked. Reginald smiled as he closed his eyes. "Have you ever just been natural at something," he asked. "That's how I am singing. I remember being in Christmas plays at church and singing when I was a little kid. My great Aunt Iris would always sing to me and keep me involved in something musically. I didn't grow up with my mother. She died when I was only two. My father couldn't handle her death and he disappeared. We never saw him again.

Since my grandparents passed before I was born, my aunt Iris raised me. She took me to church and I sang in the choir. I started singing in community center dramas. I sang in school, in the male chorus. I'm just good at it and I love to do it." Yvonne sat back and smiled as Reginald reflected.

"My aunt was a great lady, though. She died just before I started singing at Duane's club," he said. "She used to sing old gospel hymns all the time and I used to sing them with her. Imagine a three year old singing 'Wade in the Water', but that was me. When she died, I was all by myself. I don't have anybody else, at least not by blood. I don't have any family except my boys, Vance, Farley and Tommy. Then I've got Duane and..." Reginald paused. "Well, them and Duane."

Yvonne could see hurt in his eyes. Reginald looked at her and cracked a slight smile. "I'm sorry that I made you re-live that Reggie," said Yvonne. "I kind of heard about you and your girlfriend splitting and I was definitely a part of that. That's part of why I didn't approach you up until earlier. I didn't want to overstep my boundaries." Reginald smiled. "Hey, it's fine. You didn't break us up, she did. Put that thought out of your head," Reginald finished. Yvonne sighed hard.

"What about you, Yvonne," Reginald asked. "Why aren't you seeing anybody? If I'm not prying too much."

Yvonne forced a smile. "I'm sorry, I am prying," Reginald said. "No, it's not that, it's just that I was seeing somebody for quite a while," she said. "I had been with my ex boyfriend for almost five years," she said. "We broke up about six months ago and I haven't been with anybody since. About a year ago, I was pregnant and I miscarried," she said. "For the next six months, he accused me of horrible things." Reginald swallowed. He felt worse for bringing up her past relationship. "Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I left."

"Since then, I've been focusing solely on my career. People who aren't a part of the business have a hard time relating to those of us who are involved. They just don't get it. That's why I'm alone. At this point, I'd rather be with a man who's in the business in some capacity. At least then, he could relate and understand where I'm coming from. But most of the guys are like Big Mic. They just want to screw me and then go on to the next girl. Then there are the guys like you."

Reginald looked surprised. "Like me?" "Yeah, like the new kids who are all bright-eyed and innocent," she said. "You guys are perfect, because you haven't been in the game long enough to become jaded. You haven't developed all the terrible habits and you're definitely a good guy. The only problem is that you're my nephew's age." Reginald smiled and began to chuckle. "No, I'm serious," Yvonne said. "If I dated you, everybody would think it's strictly physical on my part, then everybody would say that I'm using you and taking advantage of you," she continued. "And what would you say," asked Reginald. Yvonne paused, "I'm not sure, but it wouldn't be a superficial relationship. I think you're truly one of the good guys." Reginald reached for Yvonne's hand. He took it and kissed it softly.

As the night stretched on, the two became more and more comfortable together. It was apparently that they were both lonely, even though there were always people around them. They had both been missing the companionship of a strong relationship.

Their ages were a small factor, but they managed to not make it an outward issue. Reginald saw Yvonne as a beautiful woman who was possibly damaged goods. But he knew that she had a good heart. He also believed that she couldn't possibly be after his money. She had more than he did. He believed that maybe with some work, they could take their friendship to a different plain.

Yvonne saw Reginald as young and impressionable. She knew that if she wanted to use him and take advantage, she could. He was way too trusting. But that wasn't why she was here. She was enjoying his company and the maturity he showed towards her. She was flattered that he was so attracted to her, but more than anything, she enjoyed the respect she got from him. Even though he saw her at possibly her lowest point, he still treated her like royalty.

As the days went by, after their night together, Reginald and Yvonne began to grow closer. Their relationship hadn't become a physically intimate one, but it was emotionally intimate. He thought the world of her and he wanted more with her. He wasn't sure if she was ready for that, so he didn't push her. He just let things take their natural course.

The following Saturday, in New York for the first time, Reginald found himself on television. It was his first live appearance on television. BST's top rated show simply entitled, 'Live.' It was hosted by former singer and producer, Carmen Lane. Carmen knew music. She only wanted the most talented performers on her show. Reginald felt very blessed to have been invited.

Before the show began, Reginald sat on the couch next to Carmen. She was very friendly, but also professional. He felt completely comfortable, even though there were millions of people watching him, live.

"Mr. Morgan, I'm just going to ask you a few questions, let you introduce a couple of videos and then you perform. That's it, it's nothing else to this, okay," said Carmen.

"I've got it," Reginald replied. "And you can call me Reggie," he smiled. "Okay, thanks Reggie," she said as she smiled back.

As the cameras began to roll, Carmen introduced the show and walked over to the couch and then introduced Reginald.

"So, Reginald, first of all, thank you for coming on the show," Carmen said. "Thank you, it's a blessing to be in this position," he said. "How'd you get started in music," she asked. Reginald briefly told of his great aunt, and how he sang from three years old up until now. "Which singers are your main influences," she asked. Reginald smiled. "I love old school. Luther Vandross, Barry White, Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye, those are some of my heroes in the industry," he said. "I also used to love the groups in the late 80s and early 90s, like Mint Condition, Troop, Boyz II Men, and Jodeci," he finished.

"I grew up on those people too. Most singers your age think old school is music that came out two months ago," Carmen said with a smile. Reginald laughed. "Not me, I respect those who paved the way for me," he said. "I can dig that. Reggie, can you introduce the first video for me," Carmen asked. Reginald looked at the monitor.

"This is 'Our Love' by my good friend, Yvonne Summers," said Reginald with a smile, as the video came on.

Carmen put her hand on Reginald's knee. "Reggie, how long are you going to be in town?" "I'll probably be here tonight and tomorrow. I have to head back home to see some of my friends, while I've got a couple of free days," said Reginald. "Okay, why don't you come out tonight with me to a party?" Reginald was definitely interested, but he didn't want Carmen to get the wrong idea. But on the other hand, maybe it was he who was getting the wrong idea. "I'm sorry, I just need to clarify, are you asking me out, or is this business," Reginald asked. Carmen twisted her long brown hair around her finger, "A little of both."

To Be Continued...