Sleeping With The Enemy (EDITED VERSION) COMPLETED

Chapter 1

Coming face to face with a nigga who set you up gets you fired up quick. I stood firm in place in front of my cherry wood colored desk in my office. I had my jaw clenched ready to grab my glock 17 from my waistband of my true religion jeans. This nigga was on some funny shit. I didn't know what type of shit he was smoking, but the nigga was about to get dealt with real quick.

" Damn O'cho you doing it big huh?" the tall dark skin stocky guy said while approaching me.

I shrug my shoulders, i wasn't in the mood to be playing with no nigga i'm trying to handle business and this nigga coming in here on some other type of shit. I shrugged my shoulders "ya, I guess you can say so!" I was feeling uneasy like something was up nigga was not approaching me on no homie shit. A smiled creeped upon the guy face like the grinch that stole Christmas flashing his ugly ass golds . "I bet this curb ass nigga breath stink" I thought to myself as i stood firmly in place and keeping my eyes glued to this dude like my eyes was a glue gun. "I told you I was going to come fuck with you when I got out didn't I ?" the dude asked placing one arm behind his back and taking a step back from me.

"Yeah you did, so what you on my nigga?" I was still feeling uneasy with my hand placed under my white true religion Shirt. I was ready to pull out my gun just in case this nigga was on some other shit. "This what I'm on" the dude replied pulling out his gun and started shooting at me. He moved way too quick; before I could even get a chance to pull my gun out and shoot back.

Pow! Pow! pow! pow! pow! pow!

I fell to the ground. I tried to grab my gun from my waist band. When the guy came over to me before i could retrieve my gun and stepped on my hand that was placed in my waistband on my gun . I winced in pain from his heavy ass foot stepping on my hand. when I heard the sound of the guy gun going off firing the sixth shot into me, I laid there in my puddle of blood. My ears was ringing like church bells and i was coughing up blood and trying to gasp for air. I haven't been to church in years, but the thought of me dying I instantly started praying I wouldn't die tonight. "This my city bitch! I run this shit" I heard the guy say standing over me, and firing the seventh shot into me.

I woke up sweating like a motherfucka. Lately I've been having these crazy ass dreams about my own people I trusted betrayed me in the worst way, getting sent to jail , and finding out the truth behind it all. I haven't ever stepped foot in a jail before and in all honesty I didn't want to either. One of my biggest fear was going to jail and the lifestyle I lived was like playing with fire. The Shit was just crazy. I knew the dreams didn't mean shit, because I knew everyone around me was solid even my ol' lady. I pushed the crazy ass dream to the back of my mind and looked over at my ol' lady sleeping peacefully next to me. Carmen was my world. I met Carmen at this club called "The Sensation" Carmen was a bartender at that club.

The club was very popular and people literally paid the security 50 dollars at the door just to get in that bitch. Unlike everyone else anytime I came through I got in free with a V.I.P. section and bottles just for me and my people's. I sat at the bar all night choppin' it up with Carmen majority of the night. Carmen was bad ass fuck! She had a smooth light caramel skin complexion that glowed perfectly like a crystal chandelier, she also had light brown chinky eyes that could make any man fall in love with her just by one look into them eyes, a nicely round chest that sat up like two round oranges, her stomach was flat, her body was curved like a coke bottle, booty not to big and not too little just right. Carmen had long curly wavy red hair that stopped at her shoulders, and her lips was pink and full, and on top of that she was on the short side; I'll say she was probably about five foot tall. Carmen was definitely eye candy and that she was for me when I first laid eyes on her. She looked so innocent, like she shouldn't be in a club bartending , but somewhere dressed up in a suit calling shots like a boss ass lady she was supposed to be. After that night I kept asking the other girls that worked with her about her whenever she wasn't at the club. I found out that she was taking care of her sick grandma, so most nights she wouldn't be there.