Gangster Boo : Love Is Sacrifice

Gangster Boo - Ocho

                                                                                                               Chapter 8 | Gangster Boo  

The next day Francesca woke up to the smell of corn beef hash, eggs, and crispy bacon. His strong arms weren't wrapped around her body anymore. The smell of his cologne wasn't in the room. He had to be in the kitchen whipping her up a nice breakfast. 

Last night was a night to remember, but she wasn't going to mention the topic of oral sex if he didn't want to. Stretching out, she maintained to grab her robe off the chair in the corner of her room. After sliding the plump clothing around her body she swayed into the kitchen with a smile on her face, but her smile soon turned into a frown when she saw her older sister, Taylor, making her a plate.

"Goodmorning, sissy. I hope you don't mind, but I had a guest over last night cause mama was tripping. I did make you some breakfast, though."

She glanced into the living room where a man around his late thirties rested on her couch with his hands tucked into his pants staring at the T.V.

"Who in the hell is that?"

"My new boo. His name is Trevor."

"Where you find that man at?"

"Enough with the questions, Francesca. He's my new boo and he's here with me. Now eat up." She slid her a plate and sat down at the table.

"So, are you having sex with him?"

"Why you always in my damn business? Why does it matter?"

"I'm just asking you a damn question. All you got to do is answer."

"Yeah, we are."

"And when did you meet him? Where did you meet him?"

"At the club last night."

"LAST NIGHT, TAYLOR? REALLY?" 

"What?"

"You just met that nigga yesterday. Why in the fuck would you sleep with him on the first day?"

"Because he paid me. Are you mad or nah?"

"Don't hit me with that 'are you mad or nah' line. You are too damn old to be throwing the pussy at any man that you meet."

"What I do with the men I meet is my damn business. It doesn't concern you, so please stay out of my damn life."

"You right, Taylor." Francesca softly shook her head, "What you do is not my damn business, but you know what is? My damn house is my business which mean you and that nigga that you fucking can get y'all shit and get the fuck out my house."

"Trevor, come on. It seems like we're not welcome here." Taylor rolled her eyes and grabbed all her things, so that she could leave out with her 'new boo'.

 It's like she doesn't have any class at all. Why does she sleep with any man in sight? I know mama taking care of her. She lives off of her. When really, Taylor is the one who needs to be taking care of my beat down mother. I don't see how she can tolerate a homewrecker as a daughter. That man looks all used and abused by a wife and at least three kids at home, but I bet she don't care. 

Francesca, followed the two towards the door and closed it behind them without warning. She didn't have time to plat kiddie games with Taylor right now. It's not like she was always like that. Being the oldest of the two, Taylor, is suppose to be the one they look up to, but instead Francesca is the one who'll bring her family fame and fortune.