Gangstress 2 by India

Author:India [India]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Novels
Publisher: SBR Publications
Published: 2013-07-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

I heard somewhere that real niggas shed tears. Even so, I had been crying for too long. Enough was enough! The pity party I was having was pathetic. It was taking a toll on my body. Although I was six months pregnant, my body weight was less than it was before I conceived. I rarely ate and when I did, it came back up. My hair was thin from worrying and there were bags underneath my eyes from lack of sleep. Day-after-day, I worried myself sick about Ace. Night-after-night, I cried myself to sleep because I hadn’t heard from him. I’d been writing him letters since his first week behind bars. However, I never received any correspondence back from him. I had even gone downtown to visit him, only to discover I wasn’t on his visitation list. I wasn’t sure what the deal was but there had to be a great explanation. For now, I determined it was time to pull myself up by my bootstraps and get back to grinding. My money stash was decreasing. That meant, I had to get back in the streets and come up with some sort of get-rich-quick scheme in order to keep Richard Lennigan as our defense attorney. He would be Ace’s best chance at a fair trial. By any means necessary, I had to keep him on payroll. Of course, my heart was aching; I could’ve stayed in bed forever. No matter what, he was my nigga and I was his bitch. Determined not to let him down, I put my own feelings on the back burner and pressed forward.

Without hesitation, I swallowed my pride and made a call to uncle Chucky. He told me to come right over. “What’s up Janelle?” As I stepped through the foyer of his home, he greeted me with a Newport cigarette dangling between his lips. There were still hard feelings between us. Neither one of us really wanted to address the matter just yet. Therefore, we let the issue rest for now.

“Those cancer sticks will be the death of you one day old man.” I joked.

“Better cancer than one of these fuckin’ niggas.” He inhaled then exhaled a puff of white smoke.

“I hear that.” We both chuckled. “Thanks for taking the meeting with me Unc.” I followed him to the den which was at the back of the house. The home reminded me of something straight from the pages of an Ikea magazine. Everything was black, white, and red. The place was clean-cut and modern. Yet, the décor felt cold and uninviting. It also lacked a woman’s touch. Chucky’s wife, Vivian left him exactly one month after their wedding. I was just a kid back then but I distinctly remember my mother telling one of her friends that Vivian left because he was abusive.

“No problem niece.” He took a seat on the red leather sofa and rested his feet on the black metal coffee table. “Now speak on what brings you here.”

“Well, I know I fucked things up with Bobby a while back.

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