Free A Gangster's Girl by Chunichi Page A

the house was like a small palace. Our bedroom was separated into two sections. The first room had a huge bay window with a beautiful view of the water and was equipped with a Jacuzzi in front of a fireplace. The other section of the bedroom consisted of our bed, closet and bathroom. Our TV rose from the foot of the bed at the push of a button, and our walk-in closet was the size of a small bedroom. The closet had a rotating rack and compartments for shoes, hats and bags. The bathroom had a standing shower separate from the tub. The tub had a built-in whirlpool. There were also his and hers toilets and sinks. The living room had a huge, vaulted ceiling with skylights, a marble floor, and a beautiful fireplace.
    The entrance of the house opened to a winding staircase on each side that led to a loft overlooking the living room. We even had a theater room with a wall projector and surround sound, a weight room where I could practice my shadow boxing, and laundry chutes in each upstairs bathroom that led directly to the laundry room.
    Before we knew it, summer was over and it was my birthday. We were spending so much time working on the house that we hadn’t had time for anything else. So, when Vegas suggested that I should take the day off on my birthday, I agreed.
    By noon, we were out of the house. We jumped in the truck and he blindfolded me. He drove for about fifteen minutes before stopping. Then, he helped me out of the truck. After helping me take a few steps, he removed the blindfold.
    â€œOh my God! Oh my God! I can’t believe it!” I screamed. “Thank you! I love you so much!”
    I jumped up and down for joy like a kid on Christmas day. I couldn’t believe it. It was my dream car. When I originally mentioned it to Vegas, he told me it was out of our price range.
    How did he do it? I wondered.
    In front of me sat a red Lexus SC 430 with a huge bow around it. I had been in love with that car ever since the first time I saw it. Immediately, I jumped in. The interior was all white leather. There was a single TV in the dash, twenty-inch Sprewell rims, light tint and a fully customized system.
    â€œFollow me to the Lexus dealership,” Vegas said as I adored my new car.
    When we arrived there, I ran into my ex-boyfriend. This guy had treated me like shit our entire relationship. He knew I depended on him for so much during our relationship, so he used it to his advantage. There were times he would try to make me feel obligated to do certain things because I needed him so much. With all these things in mind, I was happy that this time I was the one shitting on him. He had a stinking look on his face when Vegas and I drove up. I just smiled at him and walked right past as if I didn’t know him. Once I got over to Vegas, I pointed out my ex-boyfriend. Vegas looked at him and laughed.
    â€œYou used to fuck with that wack ass nigga?” He couldn’t believe someone like him had me gone.
    Still laughing, Vegas walked off and talked with an older white guy for a few minutes before handing him an envelope. Then, the white guy handed him an extra key and the title.
    There is no way Vegas purchased this car in cash, I thought. But I wasn’t about to ask any questions.
    I was one of the first people in the area to own that car, so you know I had to shine. I pulled up in front of all the hottest clubs in the area full speed so the Sprewells would keep spinning when I came to a stop. That was the shit! It looked like I was floating on air when I would pull up.
    The more I adored my car, the more my conscience would eat at me. I loved my car, but I still wondered how Vegas was able to afford it. So, I did a little research of my own. It turned out the white guy at the dealership made a little business transaction with Vegas, and that’s how he was able to get the car for me. At that point, I knew there wasn’t anything Vegas wouldn’t do for me.
    Christmas followed my birthday. I