Lovin A Gangsta

Prologue Lovin A Gangsta

      Miami sat at the Corner table of his office and counted his money, bill by bill. He wanted to make sure that every dollar was accounted for so he left that job to either himself or his right hand man Coojo. His cell rung and it was Black another cat from his entourage that always seem to be up to no good.

"What up my Boy!"

"I was just trying to find out if that cat over on third and San-Tone had hollered at you yet" Black said. Miami thought for a second trying to decide on how he should answer this because Black knew that he said he wasn't fucking with that cat no more. So instead Miami asked,

"Is that all you call me for I'm in the middle of handling business Bruh!"

"Look I was just asking because I saw the cat in the car with Butch. I was just trying to make sure you aren't fucking with his ass; you know just looking out." Miami responded by hanging up the phone instead of letting Black get his count off. Just then Coojo walked in.

"I'm glad you had your key because I was not about to get up"

"Say Bruh, you know ol' girl you told me to check out" "Yeah and" Miami looked up at Coojo still counting

"Oh yeah she what's up, Shawty smart to Ya, dig. Then say check this out, Miami stopped again knowing at that point he was going to have to start over.

"Shawty working at the hotel you asking bout too." "Oh, yeah"
"Word Yo, and then I find out she from Ft. Laudie and

last but not least guess who her Moms is Yo?"
Miami lite an already rolled piece of spliff, inhale and asked "Who?"

"You know that fine ass older chick that was in the

papers and shit about Big Meek," giving Miami the side eye "Word, you sho?" with his brows raised heavily. He thought to himself that if that was so then this was Meeks sister. Now he knew some stories of that cat but he didn't give a fuck about how things use to be.

"Well, I tell you what I don't really give a fuck but that was good looking out, So you mean to tell me I'm
fa-sho treading in the house of daggers huh?"

"Look Bruh, I'm just glad that we know what the fuck is going on, now you have to decide rather or not you gone fuck with her. You know it could always rebound on shit Ya, feel me?"

"Yeah I got all that though, but I want Shawty, for real Bruh and I'm gone make her my wife. I did a little digging, myself and Shawty straight Gutta if she had to be ya know. besides you know I'm weak for that shit bruh, Lil Baby ass fat as fuck too for real, for real. Hey, but you don't be looking Yo."

Coojo laughed his head off letting out the typical, "oh shit" while holding his stomach. In the midst of their laughing his cell rung again and the caller I.D read private. He contemplated on rather or not to answer, not ready to let go his fun for the moment. Instead his curiosity linked in and he answered.