Publisher's Synopsis
Baby Gangster hopped out of the driver's seat with his 501 Levis creased to the Tee. His one-inch cuff had a split on the side that made his jeans easily lay over his blue Fila shoes. His crisp new white Pro Club shirt hung over his frame. Barely peaking out of his shirt on his belt was his beeper. He walked up to Turtle with his pistol drawn but lowered to the side. As soon as he was in arms reach his pistol slammed into Turtle's head. Turtle stumbled back, half dazed from the blow to encounter a second blow following behind the first. He dropped to one knee as Baby Gangster bent over to speak to him in low tone. "I should kill you cuz. I promised my mama that I wouldn't shoot yo punk ass. If Moe hadn't agreed to do that dumb shit you would be dead. Don't you ever think about violating my cousin again nigga." Baby Gangster said in a low but sinister tone. "Naw Baby Gangster cuz I didn't know that she was related to you. I thought she was Janelle's homegirl..." Baby Gangster's pistol crashed into his forehead interrupting his words. He didn't want any explanation. There was nothing that he could say to explain this. He gave Turtle time to regain his sense. "Look here cuz, if I was to tell my brothers J-Ridah or Gangster they would have smoked you on the spot. So you getting a mercy pass because of a few things. First off she didn't get raped and she agreed to do it. So my moms thinks you should live because of that. She came to me because any other brother would have killed yo ass cuz. So listen and listen good. You come around Monique or anything I won't tell my brothers shit. I will smoke yo punk pretty ass myself and that's on Alondra Block." Baby Gangster stood up totally erect waiting to get a reply. After a few seconds he walked to the driver's side of his car still looking at Turtle. Turtle slowly lifted himself from the ground holding his forehead. Baby Gangster looked at Turtle one last time before getting into his Cadillac. "Don't fuck with my family!!!"
