Limelight parts 1,2, will all be included in this book. Part 3 will be separate.
All her life Delilah Smith, soon known as Sapphire, yearned to be one of the greatest among her idols. It wasn't until the approaching summer of 1976, when her fantasy...
A/N This chapter was longer than expected so I had to split it! But please vote, and comment your thoughts.
Saturday April 10th
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The day was hotter than it ever been before for a massive heatwave had hit the neighborhood. It was as if the sun was getting closer to specifically the Valley itself. Sending it's searing degrees to every apartment that lacked air conditioning in a rage.
" Well Well Well my brothers, sisters, and other people under the sun. Today has been marked the hottest day we've had in two years – with temperatures up to a sweltering one hundred and one degrees. Whew.. seems like summer made an early appearance to the Bronx. I advise y'all to get your fans out, stay hydrated, children chase the ice cream man, and if you're wearing one of those stylish leather jackets right now... well at least you'll go out in style. This is RadioRic bringing more heat with the Ohio Players Fire."
The bright colored OJ pulled along the front of Napoleon and out came Curtis with intent eyes. He had a few things to take care of, so to say that this week would be eventful would be an understatement. His pace was swift, yet not rushed as he walked towards the alleyway and converted his gaze over his shoulders. Sincere had suggested a meeting with him which lucky for him — Curtis already had plans of observing his people today.
The basement was dim as always while Curtis and his two men entered the loud place at ease. And once he turned the corner, his jaw clenched at the sight of his men carelessly using the product for themselves and pampering hoochies with their money. He nodded to himself before relaxing his jaw and releasing gunfire into a vase nearby one of his men on the couch.
The women in the room screamed in harmony while his workers all stood at an instant, the music cutting, cigs and blunts being ashed, and women dismissed all at the sight of him.
" Oh, so this is what goes down when I'm not around... huh? What cat got y'all tongues now? Shank, bring yo ass here." Curtis motioned calmly as his eyes bore into Shank's that managed to hide the fears within them, even though he knew what was going to happen.
Then just as he predicted the impact of Curtis's fist knocked him on his back at an instant. " Nigga next time I catch your feenin' ass sniffing up all my product, Mario's body won't be the only motherfucking body showing up on the newspapers." Curtis assured, smirking at the way Shank winced and held his jaw.
" Now get to work, this ain't no damn club and where the hell is Sincere?" His voice boomed throughout the spacious basement.
" He's upstairs at Shank and Killa's place." Spiffy admitted, earning a quick glance of confusion from Shank at his words.
