RESTRAINING ORDER

RESTRAINING ORDER Part 2

Chapter 1

Choppa

I pulled up in the apartment complex and parked outside of my man Cardale's unit. As soon as I hopped out of my silver BMW 4 Series and my J's touched the pavement, the sun's intense ray burned on the back of my neck and glistened off of my thick platinum chain. After adjusting my dark shades over my eyes, I slung the backpack I was carrying over my shoulder and looked toward Cardale's door. Before I could step up on the curb, a white Camry with tinted windows pulled up next to my truck.

Immediately, my paranoia and street instincts kicked in. My free hand shot to my waist where my Glock .50 was tucked in my jeans concealed by the hem of the crisp white T-shirt that hung loosely on my frame. I had known all along that this day would come, sooner or later, because, although I flew under the radar, I was starting to stack mad paper and nigga's had taken notice.

My mind was already made up. Wasn't nobody taking a muthafuckin' thing from me unless they took my life with it. I refused to go out like a bitch.

"They're about to find out today," I whispered to myself.

My hand gripped the butt of the gun as I eased it off of my waist and held it down at my side. My heart beat hard in my chest and adrenaline surged through my body like live currents of electricity. I tightened my grip on my tool and accepted my fate. I was about to go see my homies, either the one's in Thug Heaven or those in the penitentiary.

Let's do this muthafuckin' shit! I was ready to do or die.

The driver's door of the Camry opened slowly. I lifted my banger waist high while keeping my eyes trained on the driver. My trigger finger was poised to apply the two pounds of pressure that it would take to turn the parking lot into a cemetery.

Almost in slow motion, the driver's legs swung out of the vehicle. I tensed up.

Kill or be killed. Bitch niggas, let's make this shit pop!

I was 'bout to show them that wasn't a goddam thing sweet over this way.

However, when the driver's feet touched the asphalt, they were adorned in a pair of cute pink, white and blue Nike's. And when the owner of those small feet straightened up and stood to her full 5'1" height, I couldn't help but shake my head and crack a smile. The jackboys I expected turned out to be a beautiful dime piece. A straight up stunner.

Chuckling to myself, I tucked the banger back in place and flashed baby girl an apologetic smile. Shorty looked at me with mad suspicion.

"My bad, ma," I quickly apologized.

She stood staring at me as if she couldn't decide whether to trust me or not. Slowly, I removed my shades, allowing her to see the sincerity in my eyes. My soft, dark browns seemed to relax her a bit and she returned my smile with one of acceptance.

Only three or four feet in distance separated us. I could smell the enticing fragrance of her perfume. Unconsciously, I found myself licking my lips as I absorbed all of her delicate beauty.

Baby girl was cute and very petite, but I could tell that underneath the loose fitting sweats that she wore was a whole lot of pleasure inside of her small, soft package.

Her jet black hair was pulled back into a ponytail that hung past her shoulders. She rocked oversized shades that added an irresistible sexiness to her beauty. For the first time in years, a nigga was stuck. I decided right then and there that shorty was gonna be mine.

Before I could open my mouth to speak a word, pretty mama shut the driver's door and walked around to the other side of the car. I watched as she hoisted a sleeping child onto her hip and then her struggle to retrieve groceries out of the back seat.