A Gangster's Girl Read Free Page B

I’d exaggerated the amount of money I made, but he shouldn’t have been asking anyway.
    â€œA’ight, I got you. Hand me my pants.” I did as he asked and was surprised when he pulled out the smaller roll of money, counted off ten hundred-dollar bills, and handed it to me as if it were ten dollars. “Now come back to bed, a’ight?”
    If I had known that was going to be the outcome, I would have told him I made twice as much. Not wanting to end my date with Vegas so soon, I agreed to stay. I called the office and used the excuse of a family emergency to get me out of a day of work. Then, I returned to bed and to the comfort of Vegas’ arms.
    Two hours later, we were up and on our way to Norfolk. It was the day of the Rap Concert ’99, so I was happy that I had decided to take the day off. That way I would have plenty of time to prepare for the show. During the entire ride to Norfolk, Vegas was on his cell phone.
    As a subtle hint, I sang softly with Aaliyah, “Your loooove is a one in a million. It goes oooon and oooon and oooon.”
    The way he laid it on me the previous night was definitely what I would call some one in a million loving. I must say, that was the best sex I ever had. And who would have ever imagined it would have come from an eighteen year-old? I have to give him his props, though, because if I had not come across his ID, I would have never known. He had all the characteristics of a grown ass man, including dick, body and mind. He actually had me screaming his name. Anyone eavesdropping would have thought I had hit the jackpot.
    As I listened in on Vegas’ cell phone conversation, I came to the conclusion that he was planning to have a meeting with this guy he referred to as Red. He also mentioned someone by the name of Martinez, but not a word was mentioned about going to the show that evening. I did wonder what all this “business meeting” stuff had to do with.
    I drove Vegas to the same house we had stopped by the previous night. Before getting out of the car, he gave me the number to the cell phone he had given me at the attorney’s office and told me it was mine to keep. He also slapped another thousand dollars cash in my hand.
    I decided to give you two grand instead of one because I know you’re going to that show tonight and may need a little extra pocket change.” I thanked him and gave him a small peck on the lips before he got out.
    â€œDamn! That’s a fine ass nigga,” I said as I watched him walk toward the house.
    And generous, too!
    When I pulled off, I immediately called my girl, Deedee, and made a hair appointment. I knew she would be booked up because she was the hottest stylist in the Tidewater area. Her services were in high demand. She even did cornrows for all the niggas in the area. She managed to squeeze me in. Then I called my girls to find out what the plans were for the night. I started with Tionna and then called Mickie and Carmin. The four of us always rolled together, though at times our clique could get as deep as eight girls. We all agreed to meet at Carmin’s house at seven. That would give me enough time to get my hair done and purchase an outfit. Since I had a few hours before my hair appointment, I went home and freshened up. I quickly jumped in the shower and threw on a cute little Sergio jean outfit. After that, I hit the mall. I was able to find an outfit and get my nails done in record-breaking time.
    After I got my hair done, I rushed to Carmin’s house. Although Carmin is pure Italian, she is the blackest chick I know. Don’t be fooled by the name. Her name should actually be Tameka. Carmin is knowledgeable in all the latest fashion and has a major in international design. She did freelance design for a number of artists and lived the life that many only dreamed of having. She knew all the hottest stars, went to all the celebrity parties, and even screwed a few of them