A Thug's Family ( Editing )

O8

I guess you can say I fell for a stripper - Malik

Malik in the media

A week Later .

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Ahh shit that feels good ma, keep going." Malik told the stripper in his private dance.

He been going to the strip club a lot lately. He been under a lot of stress lately, and the strip club was the remedy.

The girl started grindin' on him, this time faster. Malik gripped her waist firmly as he stared at her ass from behind.

She stood indicating his private lesson was over. As much as she wanted to continue, she gave him what he paid for, a hour dance.

"Thank you." She spoke up.

"What you thanking me for? I should be the one thanking you." Malik asked confused, his eyes never left her curvy body.

"For all the tips you be leaving in my bag." The girl said.

"And how you know that be me?" Malik asked her.

"I check my bag after every dance. And who else would leave that big of a tip if they ain't ballin' like you?" She responded.

"I don't Know what you talkin' 'bout ma." Malik smirked, he was the one leaving behind all those big tips for her he was one to give a lil extra.

She nodded and proceed her way out the door and into the dressing room. Malik wanted to stop her but decided against it, he knew he'd just see her tomorrow.

Walking out the room Malik was greeted by strippers, alcohol, weed and ass. Deciding to stay a few more hours Malik took a seat in the back he just wanted to observe.

The Cartel had owned this joint and business was going well. Once you walked in you'll see big time money makers. The strip club was called Delicious because they had the best strippers money can buy. All of them were exotic and could dance their asses off.

All of a sudden the crowd started cheering, happy that they were in the mist of Zyir's presence. Usually Malik would be the first to greet him instead, he slouched down in his seat and continued watching the girls dance.

"Uh um." Zyir cleared his throat as he approached Malik. Malik looked up, then looked back down not really giving a fuck.

"Got something on your chest? I ain't see your ass in a week now you acting like a stranger." Zyir spoke realizing Malik's actions.

"Naw." Malik said keeping it short.

"So where you been?" Zyir asked taking a seat nearby.

"Here."

"Bruh what the fuck is wrong with you? You acting like a lil ass girl."

"You know What's wrong with me? You to busy to answer a phone? My moms passed last Saturday and where were you huh? I was diagnosed with that bipolar disorder shit but you wouldn't know right? But the shit that hurts the most is when I had to attend the fucking funeral by my damn self cause you ain't even answer the phone." Malik said with a few tears rolling down his face.