Gunz And Laci: Black Rose Mafia

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Acknowledgments

I’m never really good at this type of thing so let me see if I can get this out quick and easy without any tears. I just honestly want to say thank you to all my readers and supporters. Y’all just don’t know how much love I have for y’all. The reason I keep going with my writing is because of y’all. To every reader that has ever one clicked any of my books, left a review, shared a link I just want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart thank you.

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“Lacianne, I’m telling you this because I love you; you’re wasting your pussy. There are men out here that are cutting their dicks off to get what you have in between your thighs and you’re not even using it. You need to get out and live a little, before it’s too late,” my little sister, Nazi, complained. I loved her to death, but she got on my last nerve. You see, she was the free spirit out of us two. While my head was always stuck in a book, she was out living life to the fullest extent. Don’t get me wrong, Nazi took school seriously; I was just more into academics than she was.

“Why do you always have to bring that up? I don’t need a reminder, okay? Mom bugs me about it enough already! Another thing, don’t worry about my vagina!” I snapped.

“Don’t get mad at me because you signed a deal with the devil.”

“Nazi, stop it. Our parents are not that bad, okay. They made a way for us when we couldn’t find a way for ourselves.”

“So, we have to hand over our love life in return? I’m sorry, but I’m just not doing it.”

“Nazi, I have a lot of work to do. I’ll call you back tomorrow.”

“You can try to rush off the phone all you want. Just remember, your twenty-fifth birthday is in a week.”

“I know Nazi, damn,” I spat and hung up the phone.

I leaned back in my office chair, trying not to let what Nazi said get to me. Nazi just didn’t understand. You see, my name is Lacianne Bentley; I’m the adoptive daughter to Shirley and Dennis Bentley. Shirley and Dennis adopted me when I was five and my sister, Nazi, when she was two. We were a package deal. You couldn’t get one without the other. At first, I was a little taken aback by the Bentleys. I didn’t understand why they would want to adopt two African American kids when they were Caucasian. I later learned that they didn’t care about our skin color; they just wanted two children to love and pass their legacy on to. Growing up, Nazi and I attended the finest schools the city of Long Island had to offer. They spoiled us rotten, as long as we stayed at the top of our class. Education was very important to my parents, and I could see why. My father was the head lawyer at Bentley and Co., a company passed down from his father. My mother was a very successful plastic surgeon.

With our parents being successful, it was only right that they wanted the same for us. I followed my father’s footsteps and became the youngest criminal defense attorney at Bentley and Co. Nazi was finishing up her dual bachelor’s degree in psychology and sociology at Clark Atlanta University. Our parents were very proud of us, but there was one thing my mother would always bring up. Marriage. For some reason, my mother and father were big on settling down and getting married early in life. They claimed it was because when you marry early, you and your spouse are able to grow together and build together. Deep down, I always thought it was something more to the story; I just never spoke on the situation. Just thinking about marriage brings up the deal me and my mother made.

I was sitting in my room with books sprawled all over my bed, trying to get some extra studying in before it was time for me to go take my exam. I heard a faint knock on the door and sucked my teeth. Everyone in the house knew it was crunch time for me. I was in my last semester of getting my master’s degree.

“Not now, I’m studying!” I called out, hoping whoever was at my door would go away.

“I just want to talk to you for a second. I promise it won’t be long,” she said, sticking her head in the door.

“Fine,” I sighed.

“I just wanted to talk to you about life. I see you are working hard on getting your degree and I admire that; however, you’re not going to find a husband while in them books.”

“Mom, I don’t have time to go out and find a husband right now. I’m twenty-three and about to have my master’s. After, I will be taking the bar exam. There is no room in my life to date right now.” I barely had time to have sex. I only had sex about five times in my life, and that was usually when I went to visit my sister in Atlanta. She was dating some dude from her college who had an older brother. He was cute and understood the no strings attached logic, which made everything easier for me. I stopped messing with him a couple of months back, leaving me to be sexless.

“That’s why I’m coming to you with a proposal,” she beamed.

“What kind of proposal?”

“How about you let me and your father pick your husband for you?”

“Like an arranged marriage?” I held in my laughter because I didn’t want to offend her.

“If that’s how you want to look at it.”

“Fine ma, if I’m not in a serious relationship by the time I am twenty-five, I will allow you and dad to pick my husband.”

“Okay, twenty-five it is. Happy studying baby.” She kissed me on the cheek, then got up and left.

I didn’t think she was serious about the situation, but as the years started to go pass, she would always bring up the situation. She went as far as bringing my dad’s best friend’s son around on my birthdays. If I would’ve known how serious she was, I would’ve never agreed to it.

“Sir, you can’t go in there!” I heard my secretary say from outside my office.

“Sweetie, I go wherever I please,” was the next thing I heard before my office doors busted open.

I sat up in my chair, taking in his appearance. If I had to take an educated guess, I would say he was about 6'4". He was dressed to the tee in a tailor-made black Armani suit, with the all-black Armani loafers. His hair was cut short, but it was long enough to see his soft curls. Dude was rocking the Rick Ross beard, but it was shorter and neater. His overall appearance and look was a nine, but what made him a ten were his eyes. They were as black as coal and for some strange reason, they were alluring to me.

“I’m so sorry, Lacianne. I tried to tell him that he couldn’t just walk in here. Do you need me to call security?” Before I could speak up, the man standing in my office began to talk.

“No, she does not need security. What she needs is for you to leave out her office, close her door, and go back to your desk and get some work done, instead of playing subway surfers.”

My secretary looked at me and I just nodded my head, letting her know I agreed with what he said. I waited until my office door was closed to find out what he was doing in my office.

“Now, I don’t know you and you don’t know me. With that being said, I need for you to leave my office and talk to my secretary about making an appointment to see me.”

“I don’t do appointments sweetheart,” he smirked, sitting in the chair that was across from my desk.

“Then I’m not the lawyer you need.”

“The way I see it; we can help each other. You’re a new lawyer here and word around the office is you’re only here because of your pops. From where I sit, you have a point to prove, and I can help you prove that point.”

“Just how are you going to help me ‘prove’ this point?” I was intrigued by this man, but at the same time, annoyed.

“I want to keep you on retainer.”

“Yeah, you definitely do not need me as a lawyer because I don’t do retainer. Unless you want me to call security so they can escort you out of here, I suggest you leave.”

“What’s your name again sweetheart?” he asked, with a lick of his lips.

“You know I’m new here and that I have a point to prove, but you do not know my name. In case you missed it on the front of my desk, my name is Lacianne,” I sassed.

“Look here Laci, I don’t care what you think you don’t do; all I care about is what you’re going to do. And what you’re going to do is take this forty grand I have in this briefcase, along with my phone number.” He lifted a briefcase I didn’t even realize he had on my desk, opening it so I could see the money. He then took one of my business cards off my desk, scribbled what I presumed to be his number, flicked it at me, then got up and headed towards the door.

“Wait!” I called out, still in shock at the way he just handled me. I never had a man talk to me the way he did.

“What you want Laci?” he asked, turning around.

“My name is not Laci, it is Lacianne,” I corrected him. The only person that called me Laci was Nazi.

“Your name is whatever I want it to be. I hate repeating myself, but for you, I will make an exception. What do you want Laci?”

“What is your name?”

“Bryce Carter, but you can call me Gunz.” With that, he walked out my office.

I swiped my hand over the money in the briefcase, sitting there in awe. I snapped it close and sat it under my desk. I looked at the card with his number on it, contemplating my next move. I stuck the card in the shredder, then called my secretary back in my office.

“Yes, Lacianne.”

“Take this briefcase, box it up, and have it sent out to a Mr. Bryce Carter. Please and thank you. Another thing, if any other potential clients catch you playing subway surfers, you will be out of a job.” I handed the briefcase to my secretary and watched as she left my office. Bryce was very arrogant, cocky, and entitled. As much as I did need to prove my worth at this company, I wasn’t going to do it by helping Mr. Gunz.