The Finale by Treasure Hernandez Page B

yeah, I almost forgot.” Malek dug into his pocket and pulled out a small box and tossed it to Dayvid.
    Looking up, Dayvid reacted quickly and caught the box with one hand.
    â€œHappy birthday, my nigga,” Malek said, releasing a rare smile.
    Dayvid smiled. He was totally taken by surprise that Malek even knew it was his birthday. Dayvid had no family and never received anything for his birthday, so he never saw it coming. He opened the box and exposed the diamond pinky ring and slowly nodded his head in approval as he smirked.
    â€œYou want to be a boss, right? Well, you have to start looking like one,” Malek said as he stood up. “Let’s roll,” Malek said as he headed toward the door.
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    Later that night Scar was lounging in the VIP section of the club with his crew as they did every Friday night, bottles of liquor and strippers surrounding them as they enjoyed themselves. They were on the top level, which gave them a clear view of the main floor, and the loud bass from the club’s speakers had the club rocking.
    Scar stood at the glass front and looked down at the floor, watching the stripper on stage shake her ass.
    His goon squinted his eyes and noticed Malek in the corner of the club with his crew. They were showering the strippers with dollars, and all eyes were on them.
    â€œYo, Scar, I think that’s the nigga that’s been moving weight on our turf. The one with the black fitted hat on.”
    â€œYou sure that’s him?” Scar looked down at the man in question.
    â€œI’m positive. There is his li’l man, Dayvid. The one that’s making it rain.”
    â€œSend him a bottle of Mo and then tell him I want to holla at him.”
    Scar was a good businessman. He knew that beef wasn’t good when making money, so he took the peaceful route, and decided to make Malek an offer to get down with his squad.
    â€œCool,” Scar’s goon said as he grabbed up a couple of niggas and headed down to confront Malek.
    Scar rubbed his hands together. Young stupid niggas always trying to make a come-up , he thought as he smiled to himself.
    Scar had learned earlier from his police informant that they had just missed Malek when they raided his spot, so he decided to step to Malek and offer him a position on his team. He’d been in the game too long, and he knew how to muscle people with his money. He was going to make Malek work for him and make him think he was a business partner.
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    Malek sat back and watched as his li’l man enjoyed his birthday. Although Malek was in the midst of half-naked women and his niggas, he was only thinking of Halleigh and his son.
    Just as he formed a slight smirk, he noticed three men approaching the booth that he and his crew were sitting in, and immediately Dayvid and company stood up and went for their guns.
    â€œWhoa, whoa! Hold on, fam. We come in peace, fam,” the goon said, holding up the bottles of Moët in his hands.
    Dayvid put his hand on the chest of the head goon as they were headed straight for Malek. “What the fuck is the problem?”
    â€œFirst, get your fucking hand off my chest,” the goon said to Dayvid as he looked down at his hand. “Second, we’re not coming over here on no beef shit,” he added in a non-confrontational tone. We just wanted to talk to your boss, that’s all.”
    â€œLet ’em through,” Malek said, sitting back and watching the scene unfold.
    Dayvid stepped to the side and let the goon through, leaving Scar’s other two goons standing at bay.
    â€œWhat can I do for you?” Malek said as the goon sat across the table from him.
    â€œScar sent you these bottles of Moët and wants to have a sit-down with you.”
    â€œSit down with me?” Malek then paused. “For what? We don’t have anything to talk about,” he said calmly.
    â€œThat’s for you and him to discuss. I’m just the