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Temperatures Rising Chapter Five (part two.)
Waking up to the faint sounds of his daughter's cries, Harlem woke in the middle of the night. Popping his neck as he stretched, he slipped his feet in his Versace slippers, making his way to the nursery where his daughter currently slept. "Daddy's coming." He groaned, he made his way towards her room but stopped briefly when he noticed his sister's door open and she wasn't in her bed, it was made perfect and just like she left it the night before. He frowned, he walked into the room and looked around, everything was in place and order, so he knew she hadn't been home all night. He frowned because he knew he and Big told her to come home no later than twelve, last night. He nodded his head as his eyes locked with the time. 4:30. "Four-thirty," he repeated to himself for a reminder when he dealt with her.
"First time for everything," he shook his head.
And he was right. This was indeed the first time that she'd ever disobeyed her brother's wishes. Commands. He was worried, yes. But he knew no one was stupid enough to lay a finger on her. Leaving Siana's room, he finally made his way into the nursery picking up his daughter and kissing her cheek. He picked up her empty bottle and her pacifier, he placed the pacifier in her mouth to sooth her cries. "Daddy got you. Stop all that crying." He planted a kiss on her forehead, leaving her room, he made a quick stop at Camila's room, he opened the door seeing her fast asleep. "Camila." He called out. She continued to snore. "Camila." He called out again, this time with more base in his voice. She groaned. "Yeah?" She kept her eyes closed, and body in the same position.
"Didn't you go out with my sister last night?" He questioned.
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Camila reached over, feeling around on her nightstand for her glasses, placing them on her eyes. She sat up against the headboard and turned on her light. "What?" She frowned, she peeped at the time on her alarm clock. "Didn't you go out with Siana last night?" He repeated back to her. She shook her head no. "No. I didn't go. I stayed here, she went with that boy that works for you, some white girl and Rodney's cousin. "Rainey?" Camila nodded her head. Rainey was always a bad influence. He tried to keep Siana away from her but there was no use. He shook his head. "Alright, can you hold her while I make her bottle?" Camila nodded, Harlem handed her over.