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"DAMN... DAMN..... JOEL CALLED attention as he and DeVante drove around and made their way to the Malibu neighborhood sign that held one of Suge Knight's prestigious residents inside a gate.

               DeVante didn't blame him though, all the estates they passed on their way here were enormous beach houses sitting on the ocean's white-colored sand and tall leafy palm trees, the area was extravagant no matter what corner they turned on. DeVante was quite astounded that someone as major, gangster, and significant as Suge Knight was okay with living in white-ass-uppity Malibu. The producer knew the male was from Nevada and occupied a place there, however, that was different than being here.

            DeVante snorted and waved off. It's alright. He said passing by each house that was inhabited by aging Caucasians and perhaps a few Asians and Latinos nevertheless, he knew Latinos were similar to us black folks and preferred the hood. As of now, they occupied most of Compton and of course East Los Angeles. He was friends with occasional homies who lived there and knew that similar to him that they didn't fuck with Mabliu or Beverly Hills.

"I don't know why but I always get uncomfortable when I'm over here. He said to Joel scrutinizing the place. It's too many white folks and shit. Joel kissed his teeth.

"Nigga you literally stay in a white neighborhood back in N.J. He deadpanned. Tuh, if you ask me I feel like you are at home away from home. Joel teasingly said with a chuckle to him. DeVante kissed his teeth.

"That's different. At least Alpine is diverse. You got Indians, Mexicans, Puerto Ricans—

Joel cut him off, his head swiveled from the window to the outside world then back to him again. Nigga I've never seen an Aladdin-looking ass Indian or an Edward James Olmos Mexican-looking ass nigga in Alpine. Stop lying dude. Yah neighborhood looks like Breyer vanilla ice cream landed on a monopoly board, bruh.

DeVante laughed. Alright, he confessed Joel was right but it didn't change how he felt about the neighborhood. Perhaps he was still staggering from admitting his secret to Joel minutes ago, now he was all paranoid being convinced Lovita was finding her way to baby girl harming her, or worse telling lies about him. He had half of the mind of reversing the car and speeding back to the hotel to retrieve her and keep her within arms reach.

          I mean.... yeah she couldn't stand Suge for whatever reason than rumors being told her presume but at least she would be safer with him. Hell, he barely wanted her there with his brother and K-Ci. The two quarrel too much over the littlest shit, it was peeving. He assumed that they left their problems back in Charlotte after dating the same ugly ass girl.

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