Black and Gold (Mafia Series #1)

C H A P T E R 18

As Prince sped towards Newark, his mind just kept flickering back to the moment he shared with Mira in the kitchen. He laughed out loud, recalling what she said. "She became Mrs. Wilson. That girl got some cold ass game I can't even front."

He sighed to himself, smiling at the thought of her. "She really been wit me for the longest."

The first time they met came to mind. He could remember it like it was yesterday...

*Flashback*

"Get back here!"

Prince was running from a group of guys and went inside this convenience store. The shop owner didn't even look up and just kept reading his newspaper. He walked through the store, trying to catch his breath. He made his way, unbeknownst to him, to the snack aisle. His sight landed on a girl with braids. She had on these gold hoop earrings and a school uniform and chewing on gum. She looked at the options before her, not paying the stranger who was looking at her no mind. From her side profile to Prince at least, she was pretty. He turned his attention to the selection, his hunger coming into focus. He felt in his pockets, the bundles he usually had not present. He sucked his teeth, sighing out loud.

"Shit." He muttered to himself. Dumbass, he thought. You a real genius Prince.

"You know you can just take it right?" He turned to see the younger girl was looking at him now, an eyebrow raised.

He gave her his infamous smile, that usually dazzled the opposite sex. "Oh word? How you know that?"

She smiled slightly. "Cuz I do it all the time. Mr. Banks is just keepin' this store for only two more months just so he can put his son through college. As far as he thinks, he's retired."

He had to chuckle. "You know its not good to steal right?"

She smiled a lil more. "Its not stealin' if someone knows you've done it. Besides, I don't steal big shit. I will pay for four bags of chips but not the pack of gum in my pocket."

He laughed. "You a lil thief. Here I was thinkin' you was a good girl."

She raised an eyebrow. "Good girls are like unicorns. Mad subjective on how they look, act and appear yet somehow, there's a general theme that everyone's agreed on about them."

"Which is?"

"Good girls are just bad girls that haven't been caught." She said.

Something stirred inside him when she said that. He had to laugh at his reaction. This girl is playing a dangerous ass game, he thought. She don't want what I got. He chuckled to ease his budding arousal. "True true. Ard I see. So you a bad girl?"

She chuckled, getting a lil closer to him. "Every girl's a bad girl for the right nigga."

He fought the urge to bit his lip, so he just smiled. "Right. I got you then. So you seem like a reasonable girl. Why you stealin'?"

She shrugged. "It's fun. Buh I know my limits."

He nodded. "Cool. Glad you do."

"We all have our limits."

"Even bad girls?" He asked making her chuckle. "Or is it good girl?"

She smiled at him, a little chuckle escaping. "Alright. Since you so above stealin', how 'bout I pay for what you want and you can determine what type of girl I am?"

His mind went back to the incident that occurred before and what led him to even running in here. He wanted to say no but the look on her face look so...inviting and safe. "Ard bet. Lead the way."