Harlem Nights | Dave East

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Dave

"The fuck are we doing here? You making business moves now?" Dom asked

I laughed. "Nah. Deuce just wants me here to see the shit. So I'll know what to do if I ever have to do it myself." I shrugged

"What clubs we hittin' up while we here?"

"I don't know. Don't really matter to me. I'm with whatever."

"Shit me too but no recording. Not trying to have Ari on my ass." Jay laughed

"You bitch. Scared of ya girl. She got you whipped." I lit my blunt

"Shut the fuck up like Kim don't got yo nose wide open." He mugged me

"What? Nah. You trippin." I shook my head

"He kinda right bro." Dom added

"How?"

"How?" Jay mocked me. "Nigga, she driving your car right now. Fuck you mean?"

"And she know where you live. And you gave her a grip before we left." Dom added

"Ok......" I looked between the two

"Nigga." Jay threw his hands up. "You never do no shit like that. None of the hoes you fuck with know where you live. Them bitches can't even change the radio in the whip."

Dom laughed loudly

"Fuck ya'll. She just cool as hell."

Deuce walked into the room and sat next to me. "Make sure you paying attention."

I nodded

Three guys walked in and sat across from us. No one said anything.

"Let's get down to business." The guy in the middle finally spoke

~~~~

Kim

I stepped out of the shower and put on one of Dave's shirts once I dried off.

Shea was on her way here from work. I sent her the address earlier. Knowing that she takes forever, I took a shower while I waited.

I walked into the kitchen and searched through the pantry for some cereal.

"Fruity pebbles it is." I mumbled to myself

I fixed my cereal and sat in the living room. A few moments later, there was a knock on the door.

Shea stood on the other side of the door, looking down at her phone.

"Hey girl." She looked up and smiled.

"Hey." I stepped to the side, allowing her to walk in.

"Girl i'm tired as hell. I had to take two of Brittany's clients cause she decided not to show up today."

"Speaking of Brittany, guess what." I turned and looked at Shea

"Wassup?"

"You know the dude that Brittany goes on and on about?"

She nodded

"I know who it is." A mischievous smile spread across my face

"Bitch you lying. Who?"

"It's Dave."

"Nuh uh!" She laughed

"Yes! I'm so serious."

"How you find out?"

"I drove his car to work yesterday. She saw it and thought he was in the area but no, it was me!" I stuck my tongue out. "She was mad as hell. All up in my face. Like girl, simmer down. Me and Dave aren't dating."