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messenger.”
    â€œNo, I’m good right here. Tell your boss he can keep those bottles too. As you can see, we have our own bottles.” Malek grabbed a bottle of Dom and took a swig.
    Malek didn’t even give the goon a second look as he focused on the stripper on the main stage, and the goon slid out of the booth and headed to Scar to tell him the news.
    Malek had heard about Scar, but didn’t feel the need to make any new friends. He sat back and continued to enjoy himself.
    Not even ten minutes later, he saw the same group of men approaching his table again, but this time they had another person with them. It was Scar.
    Malek’s crew all stopped partying and slid their hands down to their waists as the crew approached. Scar’s crew was notorious for busting their guns, so Malek’s squad wasn’t going to take any chances.
    But Malek knew who Scar was, so he immediately told his crew to fall back and relax.
    Scar came humbly and stood at the table with both of his hands collapsed into each other, in a non-threatening approach. “Hello,” Scar said as he looked Malek directly in the eye with a small smirk. “I hear you’re making a lot of noise in the streets.”
    â€œThat’s what you hear, huh?” Malek answered as he returned the stare. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, homeboy. I’m a working man.”
    â€œPlease don’t insult my intelligence, young brother. I’m not here to rain on your parade. I just want to give you a business proposal. I see you recruited my li’l man Dayvid, huh? I raised that nigga!”
    Dayvid just stared at Scar with hateful eyes and never said a word. They’d had a past relationship that was a story of its own. Although heated by Scar’s comment, he remained silent and played his position.
    â€œI’m listening.” Malek had already made up in his mind that he wasn’t going to deal with Scar, but he would hear Scar out, so he wouldn’t seem like he was blowing him off.
    â€œI see you moving heavy coke. I know that I can beat your supplier’s price. If you cop from me, I can keep the local police off your crew . . . and protection.” Scar quickly grew a more sinister look on his face at the end of his statement.
    â€œProtection?” Malek smiled as he sat up from his slightly slumped position. “Protection from who?” he asked, feeling the tension coming from Scar. “That sounded like a threat more than a proposition.”
    â€œYou can take it how you want,” Scar said, tired of playing games.
    â€œGood day to you, sir,” Malek said as he focused his attention on the stripper a couple of feet behind Scar.
    Scar turned around to see what Malek was looking at. He chuckled, not believing Malek’s arrogance. “You have a lot to learn, youngblood. Do you know who the fuck I am?” Scar asked, his jaws clenched tight.
    Malek’s crew acted accordingly to Scar’s comment, and they all began to slide their hands to their waists, where their guns were, and Scar’s crew followed suit.
    Scar nodded his head slowly and stared at Malek intensely. He was growing more furious by the millisecond. He chuckled and then looked around at his crew, who all had ice grills and were ready to shoot on command.
    â€œLet’s go,” Scar said, already having plans for Malek.
    Scar turned around and left Malek and his crew alone. Scar’s crew followed him. From the look on Scar’s face, they knew what was to come next: He don’t want to get with the program, so he about to get shut down.
    â€œThis is my city!” Scar mumbled as they made their way out of the door, cutting their night short.
    Malek and his crew sat back and laughed at Scar’s proposition and continued to have a good time.
    An hour had passed, and it was approaching one A.M. Malek was taking shots with Dayvid, celebrating his birthday. Little did