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"Let's give a warm welcome to Harlem's very own, the one and only, Dave East." Charlamagne tha God spoke. Claps sounded through the room,

"Whaddup man," Dave smiled leaning forward to speak into the mic.

"We heard about the new album, sounds dope. When's the release date?" Angela asked, basically undressing him with her eyes.

"It's due to drop in a few weeks, we haven't set a date yet," Dave explained taking a sip of the drink they provided, "How did y'all know I fuck with Patron?" Dave asked licking his lips,

"We spoke to your manager, they said you only fuck with 1942 or Patron,"

Dave chuckled, "I stay away from the 42 unless I'm lit,"

"Why's that?" Angela Yee asked looking directly at him,

"Because then I need my girl," Dave spoke lowly but loud enough for them to hear. Charlamagne burst into laughter,

"I get you," He said through his laughs, "That shit crazy," He continued. Angela just rolled her eyes,

"We also recently found out you're a father, congratulations," Angela said, Dave nodded,

"Yeah, that's my heart man," Dave said thinking of Sinai, "She keeps me grounded for real,"

"I love to hear that, a young black man taking care of his kids," Envy said leaning forward,

"Of course, if you grown enough to lay down then you should grown enough to take care of the baby," Dave shrugged taking another sip of the drink,

"So how do you juggle making music and being a father?" Charlamagne questioned, "I know that can't be easy."

"A good support system is all you need, feel me? When my daughter's at school then I know I can do all my music shit, if she's not good then I ain't good. But I can't take all the credit, her mama is amazing." Dave smiled, leaning back in his seat.

"What about when you have to go on tour? You won't see her for a while," Angela added,

Dave shot her a look, "This music shit is for her now, no one else so if I need to go away for work she will understand but like I said her mama is an amazing mother." Dave said repeating himself,

"Onto her mom, you know news travels fast, so she's a lawyer right?" Angela asked,

"Correct," Dave said bluntly not understanding where she was going with that question.

"How does she feel about you being in the music industry?" She continued,

"Well she doesn't have a problem with that, like I said I do that shit for my daughter. If it was ever a problem she knows I would drop it in a heartbeat," Dave spoke honestly licking his lips,

"So I'm guessing y'all have a good relationship?" Charlamagne asked,

"Yeah definitely, that's my baby," Dave chuckled,

"So y'all are together?" Angela asked, "Or just fucking?" She added.

"Nah don't do that, that's my wife that's all I'm saying." Dave said sternly,

Charlamagne laughed loudly, "You heard it here first y'all, Dave motherfucking East is off the market,"

"That's right," Dave chuckled shooting Angela a look. She rolled her eyes and parted her lips to speak once more,

"But there's been rumours that you have another baby on the way," She said. Dave raised his eyebrows, that was new to him.

"Ion know where that's coming from but my girl isn't pregnant," He said firmly, he was not about to be made a fool of on the radio.

"Right but I've got a tweet here from @1millie claiming she's pregnant by you," Angela said holding up her phone. Dave read the tweet and scoffed,

"I'm not even gonna entertain her, me even speaking on it is giving her clout right now," Dave said bluntly taking his drink again. This is why he hated interviews, they were always on some messy shit.

"I don't blame you," Envy said, "But I have been seeing you and your girl all boo'd up recently, she was dating Darnell Jones before you right?" Dave's jaw clenched. He knew they were going to find a way to bring up Darnell.

"What's that got to do with me?" Dave replied back rudely,

"Well how did she take his death?" Envy asked looking at Dave,

"She took it like any other person would take their ex's death," He replied keeping his answer short,

Charlamagne nodded then said, "He was a tech mogul right? Do you feel like you have anything to live up to?"

"What do you mean?" Dave questioned,

"Okay let me word it better, do you feel threatened by the power and position he held within the community?" He spoke again,

Dave sighed and leaned forward, "Why the hell would I be threatened, that nigga dead as hell," Dave said without thinking,

"Woah," Angela commented, "Ok moving on, should we be expecting another baby anytime soon?" She said moving back onto the baby drama,

"I don't know, maybe," Dave shrugged, not feeling like speaking anymore.

The rest of the interview went on without a hitch however Dave wasn't happy. He hopped into the car that was waiting outside for him and dialled Naala's number immediately.

Love❤️ connecting......

A black screen appeared on Dave's phone. Meaning that Naala was in the dark.

"You sleep?" He asked loudly, tugging on his beard.

"Mmm, I was," She mumbled, "Why do you sound angry?" She said sitting up a bit and turning on the lamp beside her.

"I'm pissed man, you been on twitter today?" He asked getting even more angry,

"No I haven't Amir, what's wrong?" Naala asked once more, coming off the FaceTime to get on twitter.

"Millie's claiming she's pregnant," Naala hopped right back onto the FaceTime, her face screwed up,

"You was fucking her raw?" She asked, feeling sick to her stomach at the thought.

"Of course I wasn't, she's lying," Dave said quickly, "I always used rubbers and I flushed those shits straight away," He explained,

"Well then I don't know what to tell you Amir," Naala said truthfully with a hint of attitude in her voice,

"Why you catching an attitude?" He said before sucking his teeth, "This why I ain't wanna tell you,"

"What does that even mean, I would have found out anyway dumb ass," Naala said looking at him,

"I knew she was gonna pull some shit like this," Dave muttered, regretting ever fucking with Millie.

"You need to shut that down before it gets out of hand Amir," Naala sassed, "I'm not about to look stupid,"

"Yeah, Imma call her or some shit," Dave grunted, he was mad as hell.

"Mmm," Naala hummed, "How was the rest of the interview?" She asked attempting to change the subject.

"It was aight, they asked me about ole boy," He said, Naala raised her eyebrows,

"Who?" She asked, looking down at her legs. I need a wax, she thought.

"Darnell." Dave said bluntly, not wanting to talk about her ex nigga.

"Oh," Naala replied quietly, "What did you say?" She asked,

"We gon' listen to it when I get home," He said looking out of the window, "Whatchu got on?" He questioned licking his bottom lip,

"You're such a creep," Naala laughed,

"But I bet you're gonna show me," He stated, just as Naala flipped the camera for him to see. She was in one of his t-shirts and panties.

"Don't be thinking you know me nigga," Naala laughed flipping the camera back to her face,

"I need my hair done," She muttered looking at herself in the camera, "What do you think Papa?" She asked Dave who was just staring at her,

"I like when it's long and shit," Dave admitted, "Gives me something to tug on," He said flirtatiously,

"How did I know you were gonna say something dumb?" Naala laughed, "Long, I've got you," She said already knowing what hairstyle she wanted.

"That's how I like it," Dave shrugged, "Hang on," He said before switching to cash app,

A few seconds later Naala gasped, "$1000 Amir? Where do you think I do my hair?" she chuckled,

"Ion know," Dave shrugged, "Also, Sinai got ballet tonight?" He asked, when Naala had been in hospital he made it a habit to go to all her recital practices.

"Yeah, I'm dropping her off around 4pm," Naala replied,

"Bet, Imma be back by then," Dave replied, "I'm at the studio if you need me though Ma," Dave said as the car pulled up to the studio building.

"Okay, I miss you already," Naala pouted, "Be safe Amir," She said,

"Always, I love you," Dave said smiling down at the phone,

"Love you too Papa," Naala spoke ending the FaceTime call. Dave chuckled and slid his phone back into his pocket, "I'm whipped as fuck," He muttered to himself,

"Never thought I would see the day," Bully replied from the front seat, that was a lot of words coming from him.

"Man shut up," Dave laughed, hopping out of the car and walking into the studio.

Dave bopped his head to the beat with his blunt on his hand. "This shit is hard," He said looking over at Timberland,

"I told you man, leave it to me," Timberland said, Dave laughed and dapped him up,

"Nah this is real," He said, taking a pull from his blunt. The door opened and 3 people came in,

"Yoooo," Shooter said loudly walking into the studio,

"Man quit allat shouting," Dave said with a mug, he looked behind Shooter got angry all over again.

"Man Millie what the fuck are you doing here?" Dave spoke, looking her up and down.

Millie smirked, "Aren't you happy to see me baby daddy?"

Dave didn't even reply he just focused back on the music. He managed to ignore her until he heard her on live,

"So me and junior are just chilling with his daddy," She said turning the phone to show Dave sitting by the mixing desk.

"You and who?" Dave laughed, "This bitch is delusional," Dave muttered rolling up his blunt,

"So you can't hear me?" Millie's loud voice rang through the studio, "Anyway y'all he's in his feelings about our baby because of his other bitch,"

"Call her out her name again," Dave said standing up, even Shooter squeezed his face,

"Not too much on my good sis," He said taking a pull from his blunt. "Shouldn't you be at home, all this smoke gon' fuck up your baby," Shooter laughed,

"Don't worry bout me and mines," Millie said rolling her neck.

"Millie get out for real, I don't got time for this," He said loudly, his phone lit up in his hand, it was Naala. Dave sucked his teeth because he knew she had seen the live.

"All your bitches minions are in my live," Millie laughed,"Don't be mad at me, he's the one that bussed in me,"

"Millie I ain't playing," Dave said grabbing the phone and ending the live. "You doing mad unnecessary shit right now. I don't know who knocked you up but it sure weren't me so see yourself out," Dave said with a mean mug,

"Ooooo, he said see yourself out," Shooter laughed, his eyes red from the weed.

"Mils let's just go," Her friend said, tugging her arm,

"Listen to ya homie," Dave pointed sitting back down. He was pissed.

Millie huffed and grabbed her bag, leaving the studio.

"You need to deal with that bro," Shooter commented, "All that social media shit gon' get you in trouble,"

"Word, don't mess thinks up with your ole lady," Timberland said sitting next to Dave.

"I knew I shouldn't have fucked with that bitch," Dave said shaking his head, "I don't know what I can do man,"

"Get a DNA test, simple" Shooter said shrugging, "It's either yours or it's not,"

"Now my girl is blowing up my phone," Dave huffed, seeing a million messages from Naala.

"Imma go handle this," He said, getting up and putting his jacket back on, "Imma chop it up with y'all later," Dave said dapping them up.

Dave got out his phone and shot Bully a text to bring the car around. He was not ready to face the music.

Naala scrolled through her messages, shaking her head at the DMs all telling her to watch Millie's live. Switching over to the group chat they had on Instagram.

LittyCommitte🧚🏾‍♀️

MiaWalls: y'all seeing what I'm seeing

ZuriA : this girl is beyond messy

i'm not even gonna respond

Latainax: she's mad weird

Latainax: pls let me beat her ass

not if I don't do it first

ZuriA: tag team 🤪

I'm on her ass now, she choose the wrong one

Hearing the door open and close, Naala rolled her eyes. She wasn't even angry at Dave but if he had blocked her when she said, none of this would be happening.

"Love?" Dave shouted through the house, "Where you at baby," He called,

"I'm in here," She shouted back, she was folding Sinai's clothes in her room before her phone started going off.

"Where's Nai?" He questioned walking into the room,

"In the media room, you know she barely come out of there," Naala answered not looking up from the clothes.

"Why you not looking at me?" Dave asked walking up behind her,

Naala turned around and folded her arms in front of her chest.

"What did I say to you earlier Amir?" Naala asked looking at him,

"That you love me," He said cheekily, Naala stale faced him quickly.

"Not that, what did I say about this situation?" She asked again, " I said I don't want to look like a fool," She said finishing it off for him,

"And guess what I look like? Boo boo the damn motherfucking fool," Naala spat, "I told you to handle this and now look, she's popping up on you at the studio making this a media stunt,"

"I was gonna handle it," He muttered holding onto her waist, "I ain't know she was gonna pop up like that," Dave admitted,

"Well now look, I don't want to be angry at you but she's making it hard," Naala said pointing to his chest, "you need to fix this before I do, don't forget I'm from Harlem too Amir - she can play with me all she wants." Naala said before getting out of his hold and walking out of the room.

"I'm sorry baby," He called after her causing Naala to flip him off.

Dave shook his head and went on Instagram,

He knew that Shaderoom was gonna eat this the fuck up.

"'Nai get your jacket," Dave shouted, he realised they needed to drop her off soon. He didn't get a response so he assumed she was already by the door.

Naala came out of their room, dressed in a casual sweatsuit. "Hold this please baby," Naala said handing him her purse,

"How many of these do you have now?" Dave questioned referring to her white birkin bag.

Naala shrugged and slipped on her trainers taking her purse back, "Sinai you betta be ready," Naala called out, receiving now reply.

"What is she doing?" Naala muttered making her way over to the media room Dave in tow.

"'Nai!" Dave called out pushing the door open, the large screen was still playing which confused them.

"Oh my God," Naala shrieked dropping her purse seeing Sinai passed out on one of the chairs. That alerted Dave who ran over to her, Naala stayed frozen in her spot.

"Sinai," Dave said shaking her, gaining no response.

"Is she d-dea—" Naala's voice shook, Dave cut her off,

"Don't say that shit Naala," Dave said feeling for a pulse which was very faint.

"Come on Love we need to get her to the hospital," He said scooping Sinai up. Naala stayed in the same position, tears rolling down her face,

"Love!" Dave shouted, "Snap out of it," He said loudly dragging her out of the room. He sped walk to the car, Naala not far behind, still crying.

He sat Sinai in her seat and helped Naala into the car and sped off quickly in the direction of the hospital.

"She's dead," Naala muttered to herself,

Dave ignored her, he saw the glossy look in her eyes and knew she wasn't there right now. He held onto her hand tightly hoping that his touch will wake her up from her catatonic state.

"Love please come back to me, 'Nai needs you," He said squeezing her hand. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened, when she became extremely withdrawn due to a traumatising event.

Seeing Sinai passed out made scared Naala causing her to go into a catatonic state, her brain pushed her to a place to withdraw from everything. She could only think of the worst that could occur which would be death in this case.

Naala didn't reply, she just continued to mutter to herself. Dave sighed and looked in the rear view at Sinai,

"Hang in there baby," He spoke before pushing hard on the gas.

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