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

"Here you are, princess." Rick said when we arrived the beta house.


"I have one thing to ask you." he said seriously, holding both my hands.


He hesitated for a moment but then spoke.


"Reduce your rate of hanging out with Lucas, please."


"Sweetheart, I said you have no reason to be jealous."


"Trust me. I know that. But I love you and I appreciate that lil Lucas too, but the guys are right. Understand me."


I stared at him. He was right. There was suddenly an upsurge of guilt in me. I'd not only kissed Lucas before him, I'd slept with him. I'd lied to Rick just to go join Lucas in his room that night. I was being unfair to him. And now was the time to make it up to him.


Chapter 46