Lovin A Gangsta

Chapter 6- A Stranger At My Door

   As I left work and tried to make my way through the mid-day traffic, I began to think about all the good times Miami and I had encountered over the last seven months. Hopefully he will be home by the time I get there. In a way I was beginning to get worried. It had been two whole days since I had seen or heard from Miami and that wasn't cool. After sitting in traffic for almost an hour I was still not happy once I turned the key to unlock the door and Miami was not there on the couch watching sport highlights.

I didn't bother calling Kilo because it would have been a waste of time, so instead I dialed up Mount Sinai. Wondering if maybe something bad had happened and no one could contact me. Then it dawned on me that maybe I should call Dade County Corrections instead. I turned on the shower and grabbed my robe, knowing that it would be at least thirty minutes before they answered the line. I showered I thought about all the things that we had been through. At this point there was no turning back for either one of us.

"Thank you for calling Dade County Corrections, how can I help you?"

"Yes I'm calling to see if you are holding an inmate there."

"Offenders name?"

"DeCarlos Pierce"


"Harshly she asked his date of birth." I paused not knowing if I should say his real name or the one he shows everyone. "Hello Mam his, date of birth please?"

"August twelfth nineteen seventy-eight."

"Okay I see two offenders listed here with that same name, is there middle initial?"

"There is no middle initial it's just DeCarlos Pierce."

"Hold Mam while I put you through to the Bonds Clerk, she said with an attitude as though I asked her a thousand and one questions." My stomach began to churn, so I wrapped my robe around me and headed down stairs for some Chunky Monkey. This shit was starting to get on my nerves. Not knowing were Miami was had begun to wear on me. I was just about done when Ms. Evelyn came back to the line to say, I'm sorry Mam all we have is a DeCarlos K. and a DeCarlos W. Pierce." I felt a small sense of relief but I was far from being satisfied.

"Okay thanks, and I quickly ended the conversation" All I could do was sit back and wonder then my doorbell rang. At first I thought it maybe my baby but why would he ring the doorbell.

"Who is it, I called out but didn't get an answer. I said who is it?" A small voice said LaLa and I immediately thought she had the wrong house. I peeped through the glass opening and all I saw was a small kid with a bright complexion. I opened the door and asked how can I help you?" Steering away from the sun she asked if this was the home of DeCarlos. Immediately I caught an attitude. "Before I answer that I need to know just who you are." "My name is Shylathian Pierce but everyone calls me LaLa" I gave her no emotion as to who I was and tried to think of whom she could be. As far as I knew he didn't have any kids which she looked too old to be and he never mentioned any kin. Besides she was as yellow as a plate of butter and Miami was slightly darker than a paper sack. I didn't want to be rude so I invited her in and told her to have a seat on the sofa.

"I know you're wondering who I am and why I'm looking for DeCarlos or Miami, whatever he's going by these days. I'm his sister I came here to find him because he's the only family I have left. See a few months ago my father was killed in a car accident and I was sent to live with my mother Cynthia. My dad raised me and I wasn't allowed to see my mom very much. Cynthia would send DeCarlos over to our house but once I was born, my dad said she stopped. Cynthia never really knew who father DeCarlos whether it was my dad or Killa K.