The Gift


Please note apparent grammar and spelling mistakes are not mistakes, they were written that way on purpose, that’s how people in the story talk, to give it a more authentic feel, people don’t speak in perfect English, aight.


“Hey, Boo,” I say walking into the apartment, “I’m home. Where you at girl.”

“I’m in the bathroom hun,” Tony yells from the rear of the apartment, “give me a couple minutes.”

“Aight well hurry up,” I yell back grabbing a Old E forty from the fridge, “We gotta meet T and the crew at the club by 10.”

“Just a couple minutes longer Babe, you want me to look fine for you right.”

“You’ll look dope , no matter what you be wearing girl,” I say rolling a blunt on her coffee table.


Tony is a short light skinned Latino girl. She has long flowing black hair that is almost down to her ankles. She has an ass you can bounce a quarter of off. Her huge tits are always perky, and much bigger than you would expect for her size, all real though. At thirty, she is the best girl I have ever had in my short mating career, me being only seventeen, even though she and no one else but a few people know it.

Tony sits on the toilet holding the pregnancy test in her hand, staring at it in disbelief. She shakes it and stares at it again, then tosses it in the trash. She walks into the bedroom and finishes dressing. She pulls on skin tight jeans and a half top that shows her flat stomach off. She looks in the mirror, hugs herself and thinks that her stomach might not be that flat much longer, and then smiles.

Now you might ask yourself how could she not know I’m only seventeen. Well let me tell you, very few adult men let alone teenagers look like me. I’m six foot five, a full foot taller than her. I wear a muscled frame, like business men wear suits. My pecs and biceps bulging against my tight white tee-shirt. I have a full beard on my face, that I have to keep trimmed on almost a daily basis. The bald head helps me look older as well. That is how most of a city, is fooled by me.


“Damn girl , will you hurry up, we gota go,” I yell to the back of the apartment.

“Here I come, “ she says walking out, looking smoking hot as usual, “Here I am, you ready to go.”

“Yeah, lets roll, you wanna hit dis,” I ask just before lighting the blunt.

“No, I don’t feel good,” she says slapping my shoulder, “And I told you not to be smoking that shit in here, the landlord was -bitching about the smell the other day.”

“Ah boo, don’t sweat that motherfucker,” I say laughing, “We bout to move on up. I told you I been savin my ends, so I can buy my queen a house.”

“Ok, baby,” she says hugging me, “it would be nice to get outa here.”


We climb into my Navigator and drive to the club, bumping Biggie Smalls from the state of the art sound system. The windows rattle every time the base hits. We pull into the parking lot, with my boys waiting for us. We met up and walk in the club, with every head turning towards us as we enter. Mostly looking at my girl I know it , and love it. I love the fact that most of the men in this place are jealous of me.

We walk back to the VIP section and order our drinks. I notice that Tony doesn’t order any alcohol and wonder what is up wit her. The weekend is usually her time to wile out. She has a job as a paralegal during the week, but loves to party on the weekend. She is almost always plastered by the time we leave the club on Friday and Saturday. She must be sick, she said she wasn’t feelin good before that must be it.


“Yo cuz, we might have to roll out early,” I say leaning over to Terrance.

“Why,” he asks leaning back sipping his drink.

“Tony, ain’t feelin good tonight, she ain’t drinkin,” I say with a shrug, “ She must be sick, cause she loves to come out and party on the weekend.”

“Man we might need you tonight, that fool Ricky is here,” Terrance says shaking his head “And you know he’s gonna start some shit, we need all hands on deck.”

“Then I’ll take her home and comeback Brah,” I say nodding at him, “I’m leaving now, I’ll be back in like twenty.”

“Alright,” he says as he stands and we dap up, “He’s is beefin wit you so be careful.”

“I’ll be there and back in a flash,” I say then walk over too Tony and whisper in her ear, she shakes her head yes and we walk back out too the car.

I see Ricky walking back from his car as we pull from the parking lot. We drive in silence for awhile, then I turn the music back on, to kill the silence, waiting for her to tell me what’s bothering her.

“Ok, Boo, what’s up with you tonight?”

“Nothing, Babe,” she says rubbing my shoulder, “ I just don’t feel good, I’ll be ok.”

“You sure nothings wrong?”

“Just a little tummy ache,” she says smiling, “I just want to curl up with you on the couch, and watch a movie.”

“Aight, boo,” I say rubbing her head and pulling her against my shoulder.
We walk in the house, and I sit on the couch and pick a movie on our DVD changer. She walks into the bedroom, and brings a blanket back out with her. She curls up in the blanket, and snuggles into my chest as the lion roars onto the screen. Halfway through the movie she has slipped down to where he head is laying in my lap, and she is fast asleep.

I get a text message from Terrance telling me he needs me back at the club now. I reply that I am on my way, as I gently lift her head from my lap, place a pillow under it, a head out the door. I see he wake up just a little, turn her head and settle back down. She hates when I fight so I’m glad to leave her at home.

We have been beefin wit Ricky for over two years now. I kicked the shit out of his little brother and he has been gunning for me ever since then. I speed back to the club and see our crew squaring off with his already. I jump from my navigator, and walk to the front of the group. I stand next to Terrance staring their whole group down, arms crossed against my chest, flexing my arm muscles in the tight t-shirt.

“Yeah there he is, that’s the fucking chocha that did my little hermano,” he says pointing to me.

“Well what the fuck are you going to do about it puta,” I say walking up to him spitting the words in his face.

“I’m going to do this,” he says pulling a nine from behind his back and cocking it, and pointing it at me.

“I tell you this you fucking little pussy,” I say staring into his eyes, and walking into the gun so it is against my chest “If you pull it , you better use it.