Street Special

Chapter 1 : In the beginning .

"I wish you nothing but the best ." Spoke Tony in his thick cuban accent.  It was hard for him to let his youngest daughter go but he knew that chasing her dreams had always been important to her & who was he to stand in the way. 

Mia looked into her dads eyes and heard everything he couldnt say loud and clear.  She had wanted to become a hustlers wife since she could remember . Living in the trenches of Cuba had made life very hard for her . Her father thought she was going to America to live the American dream to become free and have the world and opportunity at her feet. 

"Papa i will come back for you , i promise." Mia meant those words with her entire being after losing her mother at age six her father had taken care of her and her sisters all by himself . He did whatever he had to do to make sure his three girls never went without.  While his other two daughters had married and decided to live the cuban lifestyle . His youngest wanted nothing to do with it.  Mia had taught herself perfect english. 

"You don't worry about me . I can handle myself. You go and make something of yourself.  Go live your dream but Mia never forget where you came from ." Whispered Tony into Mia's ear.  Tony hugged his daughter slightly lifting her from the ground. 

" Goodbye papa i love you . Tell Carmen and Vicky the same. " Smiled Mia holding back tears. 

"Go now you'll miss the bus , take this dont open it until you get where your going . " Orderd Tony handing Mia a closed envelope.

Mia hugged her father one last time and made her way onto the bus . Only looking back once to see her father giving her a reassuring smile .

Mia snapped out of the day dream she was having and stared at her reflection in the Vanity mirror.  She'd left Cuba six years ago.  She hadn't spoken to her father or sisters since she'd left. Looking at her reflection she took a long drag from the blunt she held inbetween her caramel fingers .

Flipping her thirty inch bone straight mink weave behind her shoulders tears escaped her olive colored eyes. As quickly as they fell she wiped them away. 

"Mia I'm headed out don't wait up. " Spoke Cartier his voice making an entrance before he did. 

A startled mia quickly stood to her feet. 

"What do you mean dont wait up Cartier its 6am ." Spoke Mia letting her cuban accent drip out on every word. 

Mia had done exactly what she came to America to do . She'd became a wife of a hustler but not just any hustler.  Cartier was a king pin . He ran Texas with an iorn fist.  Mia had met Cartier six months after moving to the states.  After learning his status in the streets she wasted no time moving from LA where she had been staying with a friend to move in with Cartier. 

In Cartier's eyes mia completed him.  She was nothing like the woman in the states. She was cut from a different cloth.  She was built off of respect and loyalty. Her Cuban and Dominican heritage had played a big part in her upbringing .