Harlem Rahim. A girl from the hood. From Brownsville, Brooklyn.
Born of an Israelite father and an afro american mother. Quite a juvenile delinquent and not ashamed to be.
If you grew up the way I did, you'd probably be one too. Just turned eighteen years old. Poor but not stupid.
I'm gonna go all the way to get out of this mess.
To get 'us' outta this. Even discover a world out of the hood life.
But never forget where I come from. Where I belong.

HARLEM

"Three shots of tequila for me please." I told the barman. Then I turned to Lucas.


"Aren't you ordering something?" I asked him.


"No. If we do go upstairs, I want whatever we do up there to be memorable. I don't want to get drunk."


"Three shots aren't enough to get me drunk. It'll just give the bit of courage I need for whatever is gonna happen tonight." I took the first little glass and emptied the drink into my mouth.


"And what's gonna happen tonight?" he asked, shyly. I smirked at him before taking the two last drinks. I then turned to him and caressed his cheek.


"You're so innocent. Too bad you had to be friends with a crazy girl like me."


Before he could say anything, I grabbed his hand and led him into the house.


Chapter 41