Lovin A Gangsta

Chapter 12- Hostage

It had been almost eight months since Miami had been throwing bricks and I was beginning to get adapted to it. Everything with Meeks and I were going somewhere so I thought. He was coming around twice a week to check on me and he was even wearing a smile. Coojo was over every night like he was Kevin Costner himself. I didn't mind the company since LaLa was not there anymore. My mom bought her a Prada purse for maintaining her A's throughout the semester and I can say that sista girl was as smart as she was sassy. I had planned on cooking something special to show my appreciation for him looking out for me.

I wasn't wanting for sex because every time I went to see Miami he would find a way to get his serve on. He said he didn't want me to worry about sex and he didn't want to go without. All that would do was make is stay longer. In other words, he was sure to get me laced Thursday and Sunday. He thought he was slick by doing that I knew he was making sure no one else tapped that.

I was no longer working at the Hotel and there was in no need to get up when I didn't have to. I was just about to leave when the phone rang.

"Hello, yeah what are you doing?" said a voice on the other line.

"Who is this?" the voice sounded sort of faint

"Baby it's me"

"Miami" I said not knowing what the hell was going on.

"Where are you and why you talking so low?"

"Look baby we need to talk, are you alone?"

"Yeah why baby talk to me what's wrong?"

"I don't know exactly but some cat tried to shank me in my sleep before day this morning. I'm just now calling because I told them that I wanted to tell you myself. I'm in the infirmary for now but they said that they would transfer me another unit in two days. They have no idea who it was and this bitch made nigga in here isn't talking. I think that I know who it is and if it's who I think it is baby you may need to find somewhere else to go."

"What baby I don't understand?"

"Look baby I think it is this cat name Big Chulo or Boogie Chew that came in about two or three weeks ago."

"Why do you think it's him do you know him from the world?"

"Nah but the funny part is that he knows a lot about me and you besides he even knew about the 50g's I hit for on Vegas."

"What how in the hell did he know that?"

"I don't know but I do know that something is not right. If he knows that much about me then seems to me someone may have sent him. If they trying to get at me in here then they watching you out there!"

"From now on I want you to stay to yourself and go into the safe room and get the other nine and the four-five. Make sure you have it everywhere you go and I mean that shit he yelled into the phone. One under your pillow, the other in your purse."

"Okay I will but will I be able to see you?"

"No, I don't want you near this shit hole until that nigga is ghost you hear me?"

"Yes," I answered in a worried tone. Don't be worrying so much about me. You know that I can handle mine you just watch your back."

The phone went dead as I stood there trying to collect everything he said and all I could think about was who could it be. With the life that we lived there was no telling. These Gorillas where trying to get in where they fit in. I went down to the room and packed the nine and four-five just as he had told me. I was not at all moved by this but if this is what I had to do then so be it and a bucket to go with it. I loved Miami and despite the way that I was raised I was not going to let anyone fuck with me or my man.