Karma|A Dave East Story|

3. Saved

Dave's Perspective:

I walk to the back where Ray, the owner's office is. I knock on the door three times.

"Who dat?"

"Dave" I respond

"Come in"

I walk in the room filled with cigar smoke. It's a girl behind the desk, she was clearly giving him head. She gets up and leaves the as I walk in. I sit in the chair in front on his desk.

"You want one" he offer me a cigar

"Nah, ion smoke nothing but weed." I bluntly decline.

"I hear ya. So what brings you to the office today?" He pulls on the cigar.

"The streets been talking, I heard you tryna get this place off your hands and get into some more shit."

"Mmhm" he just hummed.

"I can help you with both of those things. I wanna buy the club and I know the niggas you need to know to get shop set up with that other shit."

"Is that right? Why should I trust you?"

"With the club?"

"Nah, you own a million clubs I know you good on that. Why should I trust you with the drugs?"

"Ray, you know who I was before I started this club shit. Any nigga in the A that was selling anything drug related had to come to me. Me and anybody who worked for me never did a day in jail over my drugs. My first two clubs cost me half a mil and I paid for both of them with drug money so you know the money good. If you should trust anybody to help you set up shop, it should be me."

He stays silent for a minute thinking over my points.

"Let's do business..." he reaches across the table to shake my hand so I shake his hand.

Karmani's Perspective

"I can't fucking believe his bitch ass attitude. He acting like he own some shit."

"Jay calm down, I told you I was rude the first time we met so can understand why he felt like that. I shouldn't have said what I said."

"But he didn't give you a chance to apologize! He just put a label on you from one bad experience."

"It's okay, I'm not upset about it. That's just the way he feel, I can't change it unless he gets to know me."

"He really should!"

I apply my make up and get dressed to go out. Me and Jay smoke a blunt just because I have time to before I go out. Then I hear somebody on the mic...

"For the first, but not the last time tonight, here's the ass so fat you love to see her coming and hate to see her leave. KARMA!" He called me out to the stage.

Real Luv by Moneybagg Yo, boomed over the speakers.

Real good, real crime, real time (yeah)
But it's real love, real fun, real love
Real hurt, real wild, real loud (yeah)
But it's real good (yeah), real, real, real love, yeah

Again just like yesterday I dance slowly. This is why they love me, they pay attention to every movement. I love looking out into the crowd at the faces of the mesmerized men. I can see and hear Jayda the most, of course. I don't know why but I search for his face in the crowd hoping that he stayed tonight.