Just got caught

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(Some things I'ma not include in some of the chapters like the places they went and issues and only for like the plot of the story)

Eazy's POV

Shit was wild.

The bus smelled like Henny, weed, and sweat. Loud-ass music bumpin', girls everywhere - bitches laughing, strippers dancing on whoever had cash in their hand, some chick was straight-up twerking on the mini kitchen counter like this was a club. One of the homies was rolling a blunt on the Bible like God wasn't watching.

Eazy was leaned back in the back lounge seat, hoodie pulled halfway over his head, bottle of Henny in one hand, the other gripping the thigh of a girl who was giving him the sloppiest top like it was her rent due.

He was faded. That type of drunk where everything felt slow and heavy, but somehow still turned up to the max. He wasn't even talking anymore - just letting the liquor and head combo carry him through the noise.

Then his phone started buzzing in his jacket pocket.

He ignored it the first time.

But the second buzz was longer - different tone. That ring he only kept for one person.

He pulled it out, squinting at the screen.

Korina.

"Man, what the fuck..." he muttered under his breath, damn near laughing.

He answered it with a lazy-ass smirk still on his face. "Yo..."

"Eazy?" Her voice was soft, like she didn't expect him to actually pick up. "I... I know this is random. But I just... I wanted to apologize."

He blinked, sat up a little - tried to act like his dick wasn't literally in someone's mouth right now. The girl glanced up, wiping her mouth, then went right back to work like this was a damn job interview and she wasn't gonna fail.

"For what?" he asked, voice low and ragged, trying to keep his cool. "What you apologizing for?"

"For that whole thing in the studio. For not being straight with you. I messed up, Eazy. I shoulda talked to you. For real."

He sucked his teeth, chest rising a bit. She sounded serious. Real. And here he was... with a girl damn near gagging on him while he took the call.

"I'm just... I'm tryna get back focused," she continued. "You were right. About everything."

"Yeah..." he muttered, hand gripping the seat tighter as he tried to act like he wasn't seconds away from letting a moan slip. "Look, I'm on the bus right now. Shit's kinda hectic."

Korina laughed softly. "Yeah, I figured. I can hear some of it."

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Look, K. We gon' talk later, aight? Just... appreciate you callin'."

"Okay. Be safe out there."

"You too."

He hung up and dropped the phone onto the floor, letting it slide under the seat.

The girl looked up at him like, "You good?"

He just stared out the window, jaw clenched. "Yeah. Keep goin'."

But the whole time, guilt sat on his chest like a weight.

Not 'cause of the head.

But 'cause a part of him missed that girl - really missed her.

And that scared the fuck out of him more than anything on that damn bus.

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Korina's POV - Back in Compton

The phone clicked, and Korina just sat there.

Curled up on her bed, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands, staring at the screen like it owed her answers. The room was dark except for the flicker of the TV playing some late-night show she wasn't even watching. Her chest felt tight, but she tried brushing it off. Told herself he was just busy. It was a tour bus - of course it was loud, wild even.

But something in Eazy's voice felt... off.Too calm. Too distant. Like he was hiding a smirk behind his words.

She tried to play it cool, even to herself. Brushed the hair out her face, leaned back on the pillow, and reached for her blunt like it was gonna give her peace of mind.

Not even two hits in, her phone buzzed again. This time it was Navira.

"Girl, what you doing up?" Korina asked, voice low.

"I should be asking you that," Navira said. "You sound stressed."

"I'm good."

"You ain't never good when you say 'I'm good.' Spill it."

Korina sighed, biting the inside of her cheek. "I just talked to Eazy."

"Oh yeah?" Navira's voice was laced with suspicion already. "How he sound?"

"I mean... cool. Kinda tired. Said the bus was loud and hectic."

"Loud and hectic?" Navira repeated with a dry-ass laugh. "Girl, that man's on a bus with a bunch of wild-ass dudes, money, drugs, and groupies. Hectic is code for titties out and asses everywhere."

Korina rolled her eyes, but deep down... yeah. That wasn't far-fetched.

"I trust him," she said, barely convincing herself.

"Do you trust him? Or do you want to trust him?"

Korina stayed quiet.

Navira kept going. "Like, don't get mad at me, but you know how that tour life be. I ain't saying he doing something, but that man ain't no saint. And you ain't there to keep him in check."

"He said we'd talk later," Korina muttered, staring at the blunt like it held a truth she didn't want to admit.

Navira paused. Then said, real quiet: "You ever notice how he always got time to party, but only 'a minute' to talk when it's you?"

That hit her hard. A slow, sharp sting right in her chest.

She leaned her head back and let the silence hang for a second.

"...Damn," she finally whispered.

"Yeah. I know," Navira said softly. "I ain't tryna plant no doubt, but I see you stressing yourself out over him and-shit-I just don't want you to be blind."

Korina exhaled. A long, tired breath.

The kind you let out when you're trying to hold yourself together.

"Yeah... maybe I am being blind," she admitted. "I just wanted to believe this time was different."

"I know you did," Navira said. "But if he's gon' prove himself, he gotta do it with more than half-ass phone calls and smooth words."

And just like that... the seed of doubt planted itself.

Korina looked back down at her phone. Her thumb hovered over his name.

She didn't call.

She didn't text.

She just sat there in that quiet room, listening to the hum of the TV and the weight of her own thoughts pressing down on her chest.

Somewhere on Tour - Mid-Summer HeatThe night was thick with humidity, that kind of air that stuck to your skin and made you move slower. They had just finished tearing up the stage in some city-didn't matter where, really. The crowd went wild, but backstage, things weren't all celebration.

They were all outside, lounging on fold-out chairs and overturned crates, passing blunts, sipping out red cups, and talking shit like usual. Laughter echoed under the yellow glow of the streetlamp behind the venue. Ice Cube had his notebook out, mumbling lyrics to himself. Ren was leaned back with his eyes half shut, and Eazy was posted near the edge, gold chain swinging as he talked trash to one of the local girls.

Then Jerry came striding up, looking like he just swallowed a lemon.

"Yo," he said, waving a damn envelope like it was a weapon. "We got a problem."

Everyone went quiet, the laughter dying out.

Cube raised an eyebrow. "What now?"

Jerry sighed and handed the letter to Dre, who skimmed through it before passing it on.

"FBI," Dre said with a dry laugh. "These motherfuckers serious."

"Deadass," Jerry muttered. "They're threatening legal action if y'all perform 'F*** Tha Police' again."

Ren snorted. "Man, that's what they worried about?"

Cube leaned forward. "They scared of a song. That's wild."

Eazy took the letter last, squinting at it, then tossing it on the ground like trash. "I don't give a fuck what they talkin' 'bout."

Jerry looked panicked. "Eazy, I'm serious. This is federal. They tryna censor you."

Eazy licked his teeth and smirked. "Exactly. So we perform the shit."

Jerry blinked. "What?"

"Nigga, think about it," Eazy said, standing up. "They want us to shut up. You know how that look? Like they scared. We go on stage, we do the track, and guess what? Headlines everywhere: 'N.W.A defies FBI censorship.' That's publicity. That's power."

Cube nodded, low-key amused. "Controversy sells."

"And fuck censorship," Dre added. "We ain't letting nobody tell us what the fuck to rap about."

Jerry groaned, rubbing his temples. "Y'all really gonna push it?"

Eazy shrugged. "We from Compton. We been pushing it."

He looked around at the group - Cube with his sharp-ass pen, Dre with the beats that made heads snap, Ren with that cold delivery, and himself, the voice that had already rattled the suburbs. They weren't just a group. They were a movement. And movements didn't fold under pressure.

"Let them watch," Eazy said. "Let them write their letters. We gon' give 'em something worth talkin' about."

The table was draped in white linen, and the plates were already halfway cleared - lobster shells cracked open, buttery fingerprints on napkins, and shrimp tails piled in a corner bowl. Eazy was leaned back, toothpick in his mouth, gold shining under the dim chandelier glow. Cube sat across from him, still tearing into a crab leg, the steam rising off it.

They had been vibing, talking music, women, the usual shit. That unspoken bond between them was still there - at least on the surface. But Cube had something else on his mind. Something that had been chewing at him harder than that crustacean.

He wiped his fingers and leaned forward. "Yo, E... what's really up with them contracts?"

Eazy raised an eyebrow, chewing slow. "Jerry handles that."

"I ain't talkin' to Jerry. I'm talkin' to you, E."

That shifted the energy. The clinking of forks quieted. Eazy paused, letting the weight of that sentence hang for a second before he tossed his toothpick aside.

"Man, what you want me to say? You got a problem, you take it to the man that wrote it."

Cube exhaled through his nose. "That's the thing. I did. And what he's tellin' me? Ain't addin' up."

Right on cue, Jerry came strolling over, cool as ever in his suit, like he'd been waiting for this moment. "Something wrong, Cube?"

Cube sat back, arms folded. "You tell me. Why's everybody gettin' different money for the same damn shows? And why the hell my name on a contract I never saw?"

Jerry smiled like a snake. "You signed the paperwork."

"I signed a deal. Not a damn trap."

Eazy stayed quiet for a beat, watching Cube and Jerry go at it, then finally leaned forward. "Cube, man... you actin' like we tryin' to rob you."

"I'm just askin' for some clarity," Cube said. "And respect. That too much?"

Jerry cut in, "You know what I think? I think you wanna be Eazy. You see him eatin', you want his seat."

Cube stood up, scoffing. "Man, fuck outta here with that weak-ass psychology."

Eazy stood too, calm but firm. "Cube... chill."

Cube looked at E, jaw tight. "I ain't tryin' to beef with you. I'm just trippin', maybe. Shit's been weird. But alright." He paused. "My bad, E. For real. I'll figure my shit out."

He turned and walked off, not even glancing back. The air left behind felt thicker.

Jerry, still smirking, picked up a shrimp with his fork. "Told you. He want what you got so bad, it hurts."

Eazy didn't say anything right away. He just stared at where Cube had walked off, then finally said, low: "That's still my brother though."

Korina's POV

It had been hours since their last performance - somewhere close to Compton, packed crowd, heat in the air, and energy that buzzed through the city like static. Korina had heard about the show but didn't go. Not this time. Something felt... off.

She was lounging on her bed, flipping through TV channels absentmindedly when her phone rang. The name made her eyebrows lift.

MC Ren.

"Huh?" she muttered, before answering. "Hello?"

"Yo, Korina. Wassup?" Ren's voice was casual, maybe too casual.

"Chillin'. You good?" She tried to sound natural, but her gut already twisted.

"Yeah, yeah. Just thought I'd check in... seein' how you been and shit."

That threw her. Ren never really called just to check in. He was cool, but not that kinda dude. She narrowed her eyes, sitting up.

"Where y'all at now?" she asked.

There was a pause. Just a second too long. "Uh... just outta town. Hotel chillin'. We got another gig out here."

"Where exactly?"

Another pause. "Don't worry about it. We just bouncin' around."

Korina's whole body went still. Don't worry about it?

Her throat tightened. "Aight... cool."

They exchanged a few more words, but her mind had already drifted - racing with doubts, matching puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit.

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Later - Eazy's Office

She stood there, arms folded, staring at the pictures on the wall. Platinum plaques, photos of the crew, old memories. It should've made her feel proud. But now it just made her feel suspicious.

Navira walked in, holding a water bottle and already looking like she smelled something foul in the air.

"Girl. You still thinkin' about that call?"

"I know something's up," Korina muttered. "Why Ren calling me? And why he so sketchy about Eazy's location?"

Navira plopped on the couch, rolling her eyes. "I been told you. Eazy's slick. Always has been. Something ain't clean about how they movin' right now."

Korina paced slowly, her jaw clenched. "They sayin' they outta town... but they just had a show near here. And if they really at some hotel... then why all the secrets?"

Navira shrugged, "You know what? Fuck it. Why don't we just roll up? You, me, a little undercover action. See what's really going on."

Korina smirked, a little bit of fire flickering behind her skepticism. "Like some White Chicks shit?"

"Exactly," Navira grinned. "But without the wigs. Unless you tryna be dramatic."

They both laughed, but there was tension beneath it - like they already knew they might find something they didn't wanna see.

Korina picked up her phone, looked at Eazy's name in her contacts, and sighed.

"Let's go see what kinda tour this really is."

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Eazys pov:

That was a great performance,things worked out the way they were supposed to,it was loud, energized and full or spirit.

Me and the rest of NWA were now heading back to the hotel ,we were celebrating the fact that today was gonna be our last day on tour,after all that hard work we could finally go back home.

While at the hotel,we were all screaming from excitement,getting the party started even before.

It didn't take long before a bunch of bitches showed up half naked all over the guys.Ren was shirtless with two girls on his lap.Cube was making out with some half naked girl that was saddling him.Dre was in the other room with some bitch and Yella was literally fucking someone in bed right infront of them.

I was in the bathroom getting head from some bitch who was there.

Dre entered the room asking if they knew any girl named Felicia.

Ren asked the two girls that were on him,Doc asked his hoes then Yella asked the girl he was busy with.

"Is yo name Felicia?"he asked her

"No wait it's Val!"

"You forgot my name?"she asked pushing him off her as she got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom.

"Felicia ,yo man is out there girl!"she said.

"Are you for real?"I asked the bitch who stood naked in front of me.

"Yes and he's strapped Too E"Dre continued.

"Oh hell no?"I said getting off the bathroom sink ,walking over to the bed and lifting the mattress,handing guns over to the rest of them.

The guns were loaded and ready to murder some niggas.

"I opened the door and peaked ,seeing that the guys were still standing there"

"Aye,y'all looking for Felicia?" I asked one of them.

"She in there or what?" One of them responded looking ready to start something.

"She kinda preoccupied with some real nigga dick"I told them.

"The fuck you say little nigga?"

"I said she got a mother Fucking dick in her mouth nigga!" We stormed down the hallway pointing our guns at them scaring them away.

We dapped eachother up as we entered the room once again.

"Bye Felicia"cube said as he slammed the door in her face.

(Ok here's the part I added which is also inspired by a scene from White chicks)

Back to Korina's pov

Korina's mind was spinning. The whole night felt like a bad dream, and the look on Navira's face made her realize how deep this mess could really go. She wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol or the situation, but she couldn't shake the feeling of being betrayed, even though she didn't know for sure what had happened.

The hallway was dim, the only light coming from the flickering lamps above. As she stood there, shaking with frustration, she heard Navira's voice, louder now. "Open this damn door, Dre!" Navira had taken the lead, marching up to the door like a damn soldier, knocking louder than ever. The girl inside had barely said a word when Dre finally appeared, shirtless, his eyes darting between the two women. He'd been caught in the act, and Korina wasn't sure what was worse: the fact that he had another woman inside or that he was acting like it didn't even matter.

Korina's heart was pounding in her chest. She couldn't stand the sight of Dre standing there, acting like nothing was going on. "I said open the door!" Navira yelled again, frustration spilling out with every word. Korina had to give it to her-Navira wasn't letting up. She wasn't giving Dre the chance to hide behind whatever excuse he could throw at them.

The door cracked open again, just enough for Dre to peer through. And as soon as he saw Navira, he slammed it shut. That was it. That was the moment Korina knew something was off. There was too much tension in the air. What were they hiding? Why was Dre acting like this?

Then, there was music playing from inside-loud and obnoxious. The party, the chaos, it was all too much. But before Korina could say another word, she felt Navira's grip tighten on her arm. "We're not going down without answers," she said, voice cold and fierce. "Let's move."

Korina followed Navira into the living room, and what they walked into was a nightmare-a freak show, like something straight out of a bad movie. Panties scattered across the floor, empty alcohol bottles everywhere, cigarettes burned down to the filters. The place smelled like sweat and desperation. Yella was in the middle of it all, sitting half-naked on the couch with some girl clinging to him. When he saw them walk in, he just froze, not knowing how to handle the situation.

Korina's disgust was palpable, her stomach turning. "Y'all are fucking nasty," she muttered, looking around at the mess. "I thought y'all were supposed to be professionals, not out here acting like this is a damn strip club!"

Yella tried to play it cool, but his fake smile didn't do him any favors. "Listen, we can explain-Eazy ain't even in here, he's-"

Korina cut him off with a sharp, "Shut the fuck up, Yella!" Her eyes narrowed in disgust. "I don't care what kind of 'party' y'all were having. Where the fuck is Eazy?"

Yella shifted uncomfortably, avoiding her gaze. "Uh, he's in another hotel room... I think he's sleeping. He was real tired from the show earlier," he stammered.

Korina's skepticism hit new heights. "Bullshit," she snapped. "Eazy doesn't sleep that early. Not after everything he's been doing tonight. Now, where the fuck is he?" She felt the weight of the gun at her waistband, reminding her that if she wanted to make her point clear, she had the means to do so.

Doc piped up from the corner, almost too calm. "Yeah, I don't know, but the dude's not in here. Maybe he's just... busy."

Korina shot him a look that could freeze ice. "Fuck that. I'm not here to play games with y'all. Tell me where he is, or I swear to God-"

Navira stepped forward, cutting through the tension. "Korina, listen, you don't need to get violent. I'm telling you, we've seen a lot of stuff in here, and it doesn't add up. Eazy's not in this mess. We gotta check the other room."

With a sigh, Korina shot one last look at Yella, her disgust palpable. "Y'all are sick. Y'all better get your shit together, 'cause this mess is something else." She turned sharply, walking out the door, her mind still racing with all the questions she had. She felt humiliated, but there was no way she was going to let herself look like a fool, not with all this chaos around.

As they stepped into the hallway, the weight of the situation hit her. She felt lost, confused, and pissed. "At least we didn't catch him cheating," Navira said, trying to lighten the mood.

Korina wasn't buying it. "Yeah, but now I look like a fucking idiot. I walked in there thinking I was gonna catch Eazy doing some dumb shit, and all I did was make myself look stupid."

Navira patted her back. "Girl, don't let it get to you. You know how these guys are. We'll find Eazy and get the answers."

Korina just buried her face in her hands, trying to block out the mess of emotions swirling inside her. She knew this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

But then-just as she thought it couldn't get worse-a hand landed on her shoulder, and it sure as hell didn't feel like Navira's. Korina looked up to see Eazy standing there, his face softening when he saw the hurt in her eyes.

"Korina," he said quietly, leading her toward a different room. "Let me explain."

She followed him, still unsure of what was happening, still questioning everything. But as they sat down together, Eazy's calm demeanor started to soothe her. He laughed a little, apologizing for the confusion. He told her he wasn't involved in any of the shit she thought, and that everything happening that night wasn't what it seemed. She listened, trying to make sense of it all, until she finally felt the weight of her worry ease up just a little.

Korina, though still skeptical, felt a small sigh of relief escape her lips. "I thought you were doing something stupid tonight. I really did," she admitted, her voice quieter now.

Eazy chuckled softly. "Nah, I'd never do you like that. I'm not that dumb."

She gave him a half-smile. "Guess I overreacted. I'm sorry for thinking the worst."

He kissed her forehead. "Don't apologize. You had every right to feel how you felt." They sat there, talking and laughing for a while, until the rest of the madness in the hotel room seemed to fade into the background. But Korina knew this wouldn't be the last time the chaos found her.