Jaycee Burden, let's just say she ain't a easy chick but her friends know that. That tough skin is needed for the type of guys she's always had and the one she's about to deal with. She's in for a such a ride trust me.

❝ SHE WANT A RICCH NIGGA, SO SHE CHOSE US. ❞

A lot of people don't get as many opportunities at success & even friendship as Dave and Bernice did. David Brewster aka Dave East and Bernice Burgos were just 2 Harlem kids from the east side trying to make it. They were best friends..at one point at least. After a couple moves out of NY then back their friendship ended, but now as adults could they respark it? A reunited friendship will change them for the better. Watch these Black Roses bloom... ⚠️Book 2: Gold Petals⚠️ All events in this book are fictional. Some instances such as events and characters may be based off of real life but nothing is 100% factual.

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦

Book 2 of Harlem Knights.

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I'm not good with descriptions,but just know that this book is good and your going to like it!!!