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...
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