❝You say you a gansta, that don't impress me none.❞
Ain't never heard of ya before. You new to Miami? Of course you are, nobody that pale can be a native. What kind of posh part of the UK did you come from? I don't know who are and I haven't heard of you or seen a thing you have done. If you are a gansta then your name should be known around the world to all gangs no matter the size.
❝Oh well yeah I am a gansta, I was leader back home. I-I just need some help.❞
You need help from me. Haha that makes me laugh, but I won't show you how funny you really are. I am a gang leader and I do it all myself. Ask around the town or the whole city of Miami who is Melanie Suarez. They will tell you, and see if you come back to me.
❝Well it depends on what ya need help with. If you are having troubles with alternative gangs then you have come to the right person and place. Take a seat.❞
I pray to God that you don't cause trouble with any other gangs. We have kept the peace so far with minimum bloodshed. I don't need anything to start at the moment.
He takes a seat in a small white plastic chair his eyes looking around nervously. I follow his gaze and smile and wave to a group of young boys passing by. Large amounts of colorful ink lined their skin and their forearms glistened from perspiration. When their direction changed and they started walking towards me the boy looked down at his watch.
Gucci huh. I hope you aren't cocky because money comes to you in a snap of your pewny pale fingers. I see you eyeing our hideout is there something wrong with it? Is it not as fancy as yours back home, because I already know it isn't. Oh Bobby, Eduardo, and Joe are here. By the way you keep squirming and fidgeting they seem to make you nervous. Well why wouldn't you be scared, they are large muscular guys in tight white wife beaters, and jeans. I just need them to go inside so I can talk to you privately.
❝Guys, can ya go inside for a quick second. I need to chat with this newbie.❞
Phew I can talk to you finally. I nearly died when Bobby hit you on your back "playfully" and you choked on your own spit. I need to stop smiling, this is serious.
❝You look too young to be a leader in a gang.❞
Young...boy I was in this gang since before I was in diapers and that was twenty-one years ago. This is a family "business" and when my dad couldn't continue it was put upon me his only child. Why are you so nosy and eyeing me like I am prada bag found in Goodwill.
❝Back on topic, for us to solve your problem you will have to become a member of this gang. I don't care about who you were in the past and what status you held. Here you are the bottom and until you show yourself worthy you will stay there. Do you understand?❞
He nods, causing a fake smile to appear on my face. I get up from my plastic chair and take in a wiff of the south Florida air.
It smells like salt, oranges, grass, and weed. It smells like home.
❝Wait.❞
What could he want now. Don't turn around Mel, just ignore him.
❝What?❞ I ask annoyed.
He looks at the palm trees above my head before looking me in the eyes.
❝You never told me your name.❞
Are you serious, you stopped me for my name. I should just walk away. Walk away Mel.
❝They call me Iggy, cause I look some Australian rapper.❞
a/n: I SERIOUSLY CAN'T WAIT FOR THIS! I AM SO EXCITED UGH! COVER ON THE SIDE!
