Gangster Boo : Love Is Sacrifice

Gangster Boo - Dos

                                                                                                            Chapter 2 | Gangster Boo  

The planning went on for hours at the empire that Kingston worked in. Meanwhile, Francesca had just gotten off her flight at the airport. She was indeed jetlagged, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from going home to see her aging mother. Her six inch pumps clicked against the concrete as she walked towards the personalized car waiting in front of the airport for her.

She was going to her mother's middle class home where she would recieve a good home cooked meal. Francesca was very erudite. Going to school was her lifetime goal that she had completed. She had just come back home to the ATL from studying abroad in Thailand. The mixture of tropical weather, robust cultural activities, large numbers of English classes, and their world-famous beaches couldn't compare to her mother's neckbones and diced potatoes.

With her being the nerd of the family her older siblings, Solange and Taylor, don't take her seriously when it comes to things such as relationships. She's had her share of unfaithful boyfriends during high school, but she just wanted to settle down and make a family. She's always dreamed of living in a large house with a white fence where she could raise two kids at most with a faithful husband.

Franscesca didn't want 'no scrubs that stood on the passenger's side of his best friend's ride trying to holler at her'. She wanted an independent man that took care of his business in and out of the streets. There wasn't anything wrong with the ATL queen as her mother likes to call her. She was very attractive.

She was baby-faced with greenish-brown eyes and a thickset body. Unlike her two oldest sisters, Franscesca picked up the feature of having a big bouncy ass that caught every man's attention. Her self-confidence was always boosted up when she stepped out in a tight dress, or skinny jeans that hugged her curves. Her sisters envied the fact that she was thick in places that they weren't, and they tease her about it every chance they'd get.

The ride home was also tiring, even more tiring than the plane ride because her mother lived deep in the land of Georgia. When the car came to a stop she stepped out and only grabbed her Balenciaga bag and walked inside the house. Just like she had hoped, the smell of her mother's neckbones rosed into the air.

"Mama, I'm home." 

Her giddy mother popped out from the kitchen and ran into her youngest daughter's arms, kissing her all over, "Baby, I've missed you so much. Come on in here and get you something to eat. I know you're hungry."

"She's always hungry. Look at her ass. You can't miss it." Solange teased following behind the two.

"Shut up. You always have to make a comment about my womanly title."

Solange rolled her eyes because she didn't like hearing what her sister had to say. She was the middle child that use to get her way all the time until Francesca was born. She didn't neccessarily hate her sister, but she was jealous. Actually, all she wanted to do was just hang out with her. She just wanted a friend, but Francesca was always busy with school.

"You two stop it now. Y'all always do this when y'all around one another. Can we just have one simple family dinner for once without the two of you fighting over whose curves overpower the other?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Alright. Let's eat."

"I'm not hungry mama. I'm going out with the girls tonight, so don't wait up." Taylor stated as she slipped on her Jimmy Choo's.

Taylor as you guys expected was the oldest of the three. She never spent time with the family because she was too busy hanging out with her friends and gossiping about the men who flocked the streets. She was the one that her mama had to beat most of the time during her teenage years because she always snuck boys into the house and made them fall in love with her sexual charm.