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𝐼. 𝐾𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝐴𝑛 𝐸𝑦𝑒 𝑂𝑛 𝐻𝑖𝑚? 𝐺𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑦.

𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗦, 𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗔

𝗙𝗲𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝟭𝘀𝘁, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯

As numerous phones and cameras were violently placed in Drew's face, bright lights flashed in his eyes slightly blinding him.

“Lucky! Could we please get a picture together?”

“Lucky, I love you!”

“Please, I’m right here!”

As security brought him through the concert area, the throng of admirers begged and pleaded for his attention. He had just finished a gig at a venue back in Louisiana with a few artists' he'd worked with and planned to stay a bit later for a little meet and greet. Oddly enough, these days people actually cared about and acknowledged artists' producers and Drew was living proof of that. There were hundreds- if not a couple thousand of them there, some pushing past others to hopefully get a closer look at him. Eager.

He felt his body being practically dragged along as if he were a rag doll by security to get him to safety.

𝐷𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑠, 𝑚𝑎𝑛.

He was overwhelmed. He swallowed to get rid of the fearful lump in his throat and concentrated on getting backstage to escape the chaos. He could feel another hand pushing him forward as he walked through, but he didn't dare turn around to see who it was. He just had to escape.

After making it safely into the backstage area, Drew took a seat next to the table that had already been set up with a spot for him to sit and a place for him to take official photos with fans that they could buy. The feeling of anxiety was beginning to pass as he examined everything and how well it was organized.

“Fuji, can you make sure they get let in one-by-one? I don’t want any arguments or fights breaking out like last time.” Sam, Drew's manager instructed one of the security guards.

Drew's eyes flickered across each security guard in the room, suddenly narrowing them in confusion. The two he knew and frequently interacted with were Kenan and Fuji, but there was a third person he had never met. They had a baseball cap that concealed most of their face, and the staff shirt was much too big for their petite frame, giving Drew the impression that it was a woman. He couldn't see her eyes, but he knew she was observing him as she stood off to the side without making eye contact.

“Can you join him, Kenan?” Still focusing on the third guard, Drew questioned.

"And you," He pointed in her direction. “I apologize, but I'm not sure I got your name. You new?

Her body tensed as all eyes in the room turned to her at once, heightening Drew's suspicions.

“Um… Tyra? Yes, I am Tyra. That is me. Yep.” She spoke pretty awkwardly, her vocal chords coated in a heavy accent. Confusion could be seen in everyone in the room as they alternated glances. Even still, she was not seen as a threat, so the odds were overwhelmingly against her even if she tried something.

“Well Tyra, can you keep an eye on Lucky? Just have to make sure nobody gets out of hand with him.“ Sam asked. The woman’s face briefly lit up with a smirk that vanished just as fast. Nobody was aware that “Tyra” was actually a woman named Ayra and that she had no intentions on protecting this man.

“Keep an eye on him? Gladly.” She murmured as she moved toward Drew, who gave her a hesitant look.

[clovaman]

A RACE TO LOUISIANA

Lagos, Nigeria 📍

January 25, 2023

TW: violence / strong language

The Meeting at Mavin HQ

Despite the fact that her nerves were already on edge from the phone call she received from her boss Don Jazzy earlier that morning, Ayra knew that it couldn’t have been anything but bad that she was attending a meeting for. Especially when Don requested that she came alone without the other Mavin members. I’m sure it isn’t that bad. She thought as the HQ car that picked her up from home arrived in front of the headquarters. The driver got out to help her out of the back seat of the car, her stomach in knots and sudden feelings of nausea. As she walked inside she could see security and other staff members, all with their head down in shame. This all made her anxious enough to hurry up to Don’s office. And quite frankly the elevator couldn’t come fast enough. She was on it as quickly as it came, and off just as fast on the stop on Don’s office floor. She hurried to his office, flying through the doors of his office with major concern.

“Baba Jazzy, what’s up? What was so urgent that you needed me here this early in the morning, now?” She smacked her teeth, not even getting a chance to finish before he interrupted with a sad look on his face.

“Kato was in an accident in Louisiana over in the states. He was in a bad car crash and the car threw him from the windshield. The doctors there are trying their best, but it’s not looking so great.”

She clearly needed to process what was being told to her at that moment. Her brother Kato? That she’d just seen not that long ago. The previous weekend, to be exact. “What!? You have to be joking. What was he even doing over in the states in the first place? We have no bookings there. Nothing.” She’d ask, anxious for a quick and honest response.

“He was there training with a June Ezu. Street racing cars, is what they call it. Allegedly she runs a professional street racing crew.”

Ayra raised a hand up towards Don’s face as if she was telling him that she’d heard enough and wanted to get down to business and find out where this person was that had her brother in the hospital damn near fighting for his life.

“I want her. I swear. This was done on purpose. I know it. I’m taking her for everything she fucking owns. Don, I need you to give me an address, now. Where at in Louisiana does she hang out?”

Don walked over to a board filled with many pictures of past and present assassination assignments, staring at one photograph in particular. “You’ll get your June, soon enough. We must take serious precautions when dealing with this street racing organization though. I can’t let you go out there blindfolded. Ease into it, abi?”

“This is Lucky Daye. An American singer and songwriter.” Don Jazzy explained to Ayra as he snatched the picture of the artist from off the display board and placed it on the table in front of her.

Ayra stared down at the picture displayed on the table before her for a moment while getting a good look of the artist, almost in a trance before she’d snapped out of it bringing her attention back up to Don. Now staring at him as if he were crazy.

“Okay? What am I to do with this information?” She asked in a snappy manner, almost wanting to sound more nonchalant than she already was. “I just wanna go get the bitch that did this to my brother!” She exclaimed in frustration, placing both her tightly balled fists on the table and applying as much pressure between the table and her knuckles as possible, almost causing her knuckles to bleed a tad bit. Ayra suddenly began tearing up. It made sense why Don wanted to have the meeting alone with just her. He knew how angry she got when one of her Mavin family members were injured, accident or not. She was one of the deadliest of the bunch, and in that exact moment she wanted to tear the whole office apart. She had only known Kato for a few years since she’d been signed to Mavin but to her and the rest of the Mavin family it seemed like they all had known each other all their lives. That’s how close they all were with each other, and one thing they never played about was their family.

“Make him fall for you long enough, find out information on Ezu, she’s all yours. Simple. This is an assignment, Starr. You must follow given directions or this could end badly for everyone.”

She didn’t understand Don’s way of going about things sometimes. Him being older than she was and somewhat wiser, she just never questioned him and did as she was told. That was then, and this was now. Kato survived the accident, but it wasn’t enough for Ayra. She wanted blood. It had been somewhat five months now since she’d been in Louisiana. She had one part of the assignment done, and that was being swept right off her feet by Lucky. The months, however, seemed to drag on slower and with each month passing by she grew more impatient one month after the other. Would she ever come face to face with the woman who almost took her brother’s life?