Dave
Kane asked me to come and check on the club because he had some 'business to handle'. And I know good and God damn well he ain't got nothing to handle. He just didn't wanna get out his bed.
I went in through the back door and headed up stairs to his office. I walked in and hit the light and it wouldn't cut on. I took out my phone and cut on the flash light. I saw the office was a mess. It was broken glass on the floor, tables flipped over and papers everywhere.
"Damn." I said pulling my pistol out my waist band and running down stairs to the strip club. I turned the corner and ran into one of the guards.
"Where the fuck was yo ass at?" I said pushing him.
"Nigga I was down here watching the club." He said with an attitude.
"Well if you guarding the door how the hell somebody get upstairs."
"Shit I don't know Stevie was suppose to be watching the dressing room."
I gave him a long stare then went to go find Stevie. He was standing in front of the dressing room.
"Nigga why the fuck you wasn't on yo job?"I said pointing at him.
"Dave what the fuck is you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you letting some nigga go up stairs and he fucked up Kane's office."
"What you mean I wouldn't have never let that happen."
"Well you did and you finna call Kane right now. Because he not finna whoop my ass because of you." I said pulling out my phone handing him my phone.
As he made the call I went in the dressing room to see if any girls know what happen. The main girl I was looking for was Juice cause I know she keeps a eye out. Just about every girl was in there except her.
"Excuse me ladies but have y'all seen Juicy?" They all stopped what they where doing and just looked at me. "So y'all bitches don't speak English."
"We do, it's just we don't know where she at." A girl said.
"Aye watch the fucking attitude bitch."
"Don't nobody got no fucking attitude I'm just telling you how it is." She mumbled.
"Bitch what's yo name since you 'telling it how it is."
She looked at me. "I go by Promise."
"Well Promise since you got such a big mouth how bout you got work an extra shift and lose $1000 off yo check."
"Nigga you can't do that your not my pimp."
"Bitch I ain't gotta be yo pimp to pay you. Now you gone either go do like I said or Im'ma call yo pimp."
She chuckled then walked out.
"Yeah yo ass better listen and do any body else got something to say." They all just looked at each other. "That's what I thought now get y'all asses back to work." I left out the dressing and walked over to Stevie who was sitting at the bar.
"Yeah....Ight boss...Yeah,yeah it ain't gone happen again." He said into the phone then hung up.
"So what Kane say?" I asked getting my phone back.
"He say he gone come by and see the damage in a few."
"Well if you wanna kept yo job you better get back on it because when Kane see that office you a dead man." Stevie just shook his head and got up and walked away. I ordered me a glass of Hennessy .
"STEVIE YOU MOTHER FUCKING WONDER LOOKING ASS. IF YOU DON'T GET YO BLACK MONKEY POTATOES CHIP EATING ASS UP HERE NOW.....IM'MA KILL YOU IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY." Kane yelled over the music for the second floor.
"I tried to warn his ass." I said smirking taking a sip of my drink.
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FanfictionBig Daddy Kane is the biggest pimp in south of New York. He hustles and tries to keep his girls in line. Along the way he encounter a lot of enemies that try to take him out the game. Does he fall in love with one of his girls or is she just playing...