Lovin A Gangsta

Chapter 2- Miami

     As we rolled into the parking lot of Brother's I could see that it was packed, which meant that we were not going to have a place to sit.

"Say, Miami" said the heavy set dude that was greeting people as they entered, your table is ready" as he walked us to an area adorned by black curtains. I guess it was VIP because the only faces I saw belong to South Beach Money men.

I thought to myself that if Miami was such a gentleman then why was he trading death with the streets? He must had been reading my mind because I had no idea what to say when he asked."

"So, Mimi what do you do when you're not at The Elite?"

"Oh just kick it with my girl, and you?"

"Nothing much just a little boy stuff here and there."

By then the waiter was there to take our orders. I chose steak well done, two lobster tails and the house salad. Meanwhile, Miami ordered the same except adding a side of coconut rice and grill crawfish. "Would that be all Sir?"

"Yeah, thanks" Now I know I wasn't crazy, this dude was spending bread out the ass because last time I checked Ace Rose' was six grand a bottle. Lucky me I said to myself, trying not to think about the material shit that he had to offer but instead of what he could give me physically and emotionally . "Wait, Mimi stop yourself this is only a date." I had no real idea what I was doing there but I loved it. I gave him a once over from his neatly trimmed fade, down to his bedroom eyes and slowly across his succulent lips that I was just dying to kiss. Then as usual I was snapped out of my trance by the waiter bringing the Rose' and appetizers compliments of the house. Miami asked me if there was anything else I wanted but if it wasn't him served across this table then no.

"No thanks I have more than enough."

"Well in that case you 're welcome."

"Now since I see you're in the mood for talking how about telling me why you call yourself Miami, I'm sure your mama didn't name you that." Some lady walked up and whispered in his ear then he excused himself from the table. I was two minutes from speaking my mind. Who the fuck was she? Just then I saw some dude heading right towards me. Right off the bat I knew there was going to be trouble.

"Damn, Miss you look really good tonight" as I could smell his breath or feet float underneath my nose. Then he had the nerve to grab my arm along with everyone's attention. I looked towards the bar as he still went for the move.

"Yo, what the fuck dude?" I said hoping Miami would hear me. This dizzy as nigga had the nerve to pull out this old, beat - up phone asking for my number. Then Miami walked over.

"Say my nigga you must be l lost because I know you aren't stupid? You saw me walk in with her which means you over stepping your boundaries and if you doing that it means you must have death on your mind." Miami pulled out his piece that was stuffed in his pants and said "the only way you going to walk out of here tonight is if my lady except your rudeness."