"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...
"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...
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