An OG

Shattered Glass

Even though the last run in with Mike didn't go like he would have wanted, but now one less LK brother was out there to deal with. His face was bruised, but his agenda was completed. Things were tight on the streets, and Quincy keep security on him and @gizelleobrien. Even though things were hot he was still going to do his duties as a man. "You like the lobster. You been dying for me to take you here all month." He chuckled. The male was busy making an empire for himself, and with the club being close to open he was running out of time to get rid of the LK problem.

12 Hours Later

Quincy's men knew not to take him to the hospital, but this doctor he had on retainer for things like this. The bullet went through, so the cleanup wasn't as bad as it would have been. His team knew to handle the restaurant owners, and knew how they were supposed to handle things. Quincy was just lucky to alive.

The male started moving in the bed, and coming to. "Fuuuuck." He happened to mutter out through the pain.

Many thought Gizelle would have left his side, she didn’t. She was there the whole time. A blanket was wrapped around her as she sat and watched the doctors do what they did best. Once he was bandaged and coming to, she eased his pain as much as she could by rubbing his leg.

“I know...they got you pretty bad babe. Exit wound, but, you’re here, you’re with me.” She smiled and then completely had her tears coming down her cheek. “I was so scared that this was it.”

Quincy was pissed and blessed at the same time. He'd been shot before and each time the pain was never bearable. "Water." He waited until she held the cup up to his lips for him to drink some. "How are you? You been safe? " Even with his injury he was trying to sit up.

Gizelle gently laid him back down. “No.” She pleasantly commanded. “Lie down.” She smiled and kissed his forehead. “I’m fine...just a little shaken.” She wiped her tears away.

She didn’t know what she was going to do. Her point was proven tonight, but would he rebel and seek revenge? Or finally put the war to rest?

“Quincy...I love you...I do. But what are you going to do?”

"I'm not sure yet." Quincy listened to her request and laid back. He had to fire back, but needed to move smart.

Shattered Glass

Even though the last run in with Mike didn't go like he would have wanted, but now one less LK brother was out there to deal with. His face was bruised, but his agenda was completed. Things were tight on the streets, and Quincy keep security on him and @gizelleobrien. Even though things were hot he was still going to do his duties as a man. "You like the lobster. You been dying for me to take you here all month." He chuckled. The male was busy making an empire for himself, and with the club being close to open he was running out of time to get rid of the LK problem.

12 Hours Later

Quincy's men knew not to take him to the hospital, but this doctor he had on retainer for things like this. The bullet went through, so the cleanup wasn't as bad as it would have been. His team knew to handle the restaurant owners, and knew how they were supposed to handle things. Quincy was just lucky to alive.

The male started moving in the bed, and coming to. "Fuuuuck." He happened to mutter out through the pain.

Many thought Gizelle would have left his side, she didn’t. She was there the whole time. A blanket was wrapped around her as she sat and watched the doctors do what they did best. Once he was bandaged and coming to, she eased his pain as much as she could by rubbing his leg.

“I know...they got you pretty bad babe. Exit wound, but, you’re here, you’re with me.” She smiled and then completely had her tears coming down her cheek. “I was so scared that this was it.”

Quincy was pissed and blessed at the same time. He'd been shot before and each time the pain was never bearable. "Water." He waited until she held the cup up to his lips for him to drink some. "How are you? You been safe? " Even with his injury he was trying to sit up.

Shattered Glass

Even though the last run in with Mike didn't go like he would have wanted, but now one less LK brother was out there to deal with. His face was bruised, but his agenda was completed. Things were tight on the streets, and Quincy keep security on him and @gizelleobrien. Even though things were hot he was still going to do his duties as a man. "You like the lobster. You been dying for me to take you here all month." He chuckled. The male was busy making an empire for himself, and with the club being close to open he was running out of time to get rid of the LK problem.

12 Hours Later

Quincy's men knew not to take him to the hospital, but this doctor he had on retainer for things like this. The bullet went through, so the cleanup wasn't as bad as it would have been. His team knew to handle the restaurant owners, and knew how they were supposed to handle things. Quincy was just lucky to alive.

The male started moving in the bed, and coming to. "Fuuuuck." He happened to mutter out through the pain.

Shattered Glass

Even though the last run in with Mike didn't go like he would have wanted, but now one less LK brother was out there to deal with. His face was bruised, but his agenda was completed. Things were tight on the streets, and Quincy keep security on him and @gizelleobrien. Even though things were hot he was still going to do his duties as a man. "You like the lobster. You been dying for me to take you here all month." He chuckled. The male was busy making an empire for himself, and with the club being close to open he was running out of time to get rid of the LK problem.

At times Quincy wished he was the regular nine to five guy because of moments like this, and the many he missed with his daughter and grandson. However, he never regretted the life he chose because he chose it knowing all the other options. "Everyday is heaven with you, love." He let his body relax into hers and for a moment they were the only ones in the world.

It was only a moment, because their time was interrupted with bullets rushing through the glass of the restaurant. It was his first instinct to take Gizelle down to the floor, and cover her body with his. In retrospect it made sense for them to start hitting back, but putting his lady in immediate danger like he was doing now wasn't his plan.

The bullets rang through the windows for what seemed to be like forever was really two minutes.

"Boss!" His driver and security detail that rode in the car ran inside. The security he had inside the restaurant were dead.

"Yeah, you good babe?" He got up and helped her up as well. When they were both standing he saw blood on her dress, but to his dismay it was coming from him. A bullet went through his shoulder, and the loss of blood caused him to pass out.

Shattered Glass

Even though the last run in with Mike didn't go like he would have wanted, but now one less LK brother was out there to deal with. His face was bruised, but his agenda was completed. Things were tight on the streets, and Quincy keep security on him and @gizelleobrien. Even though things were hot he was still going to do his duties as a man. "You like the lobster. You been dying for me to take you here all month." He chuckled. The male was busy making an empire for himself, and with the club being close to open he was running out of time to get rid of the LK problem.

Gizelle was pretty quiet lately. She kept her comments to herself regarding Quincy and his “business” because she made a vow not to get involved. That was something she regretted doing with Mike. It ruined their relationship, but she couldn’t help but worry about her current man.

“Are we going to pretend that your lip isn’t still healing or that your eye is still bruised?” Gizelle looked at her lobster...it was good, she admitted to herself. “This isn’t my business nor do I want it to be...but the last thing I do want is my man gone before we can actually ENJOY each other fully. That would break my heart Quincy.”

Quincy expected nothing less of Gizelle, and his current "look" was the reason he hadn't gone to see Nessa yet. They wouldn't truly understand that in the end he got what he wanted. "These are just war scars, I'm good." He reached over, and grabbed her hand. "If things get to the point where you have to worry I'll tell you, I promise." He looked at her in her eyes.

This go round he was going to make sure his girl was going to be prepared to deal with the police. "I do still think that moving to that gated community, Riverside, is a good idea. We're not going to act oblivious to our reality even when feeling safe." The truth was, somebody like him was never safe.

“Mmmkay, but will I still be able to go out and do my affairs?” Gizelle looked at him. “I have a whole team I am on with this Magazine at Favor...then I have Real Housewives...I mean, I have a lot of important things to handle, you know. I don’t want to look behind my back everyday.”

She moved her hair behind her. “I worry about you so so much. I can’t handle sleep right thinking about it and its affecting my job.” she finally admitted. “I just want you safe...yes, do what you need to, I get it, but come back to me UNscar’ed.”

"That's like telling a boxer don't come home with a busted lip, shit happens." Quincy sighed, because he could see that things were taking a toll on her. "Get up." The male rose from his seat, and motion for the manager to turn the music up louder. He walked to her side of the table, took her hand gently, and went to the middle of the floor. "Relax in my arms." He said as they started dancing.

Shattered Glass

Even though the last run in with Mike didn't go like he would have wanted, but now one less LK brother was out there to deal with. His face was bruised, but his agenda was completed. Things were tight on the streets, and Quincy keep security on him and @gizelleobrien. Even though things were hot he was still going to do his duties as a man. "You like the lobster. You been dying for me to take you here all month." He chuckled. The male was busy making an empire for himself, and with the club being close to open he was running out of time to get rid of the LK problem.

Gizelle was pretty quiet lately. She kept her comments to herself regarding Quincy and his “business” because she made a vow not to get involved. That was something she regretted doing with Mike. It ruined their relationship, but she couldn’t help but worry about her current man.

“Are we going to pretend that your lip isn’t still healing or that your eye is still bruised?” Gizelle looked at her lobster...it was good, she admitted to herself. “This isn’t my business nor do I want it to be...but the last thing I do want is my man gone before we can actually ENJOY each other fully. That would break my heart Quincy.”

Quincy expected nothing less of Gizelle, and his current "look" was the reason he hadn't gone to see Nessa yet. They wouldn't truly understand that in the end he got what he wanted. "These are just war scars, I'm good." He reached over, and grabbed her hand. "If things get to the point where you have to worry I'll tell you, I promise." He looked at her in her eyes.

This go round he was going to make sure his girl was going to be prepared to deal with the police. "I do still think that moving to that gated community, Riverside, is a good idea. We're not going to act oblivious to our reality even when feeling safe." The truth was, somebody like him was never safe.

“Mmmkay, but will I still be able to go out and do my affairs?” Gizelle looked at him. “I have a whole team I am on with this Magazine at Favor...then I have Real Housewives...I mean, I have a lot of important things to handle, you know. I don’t want to look behind my back everyday.”

She moved her hair behind her. “I worry about you so so much. I can’t handle sleep right thinking about it and its affecting my job.” she finally admitted. “I just want you safe...yes, do what you need to, I get it, but come back to me UNscar’ed.”

"That's like telling a boxer don't come home with a busted lip, shit happens." Quincy sighed, because he could see that things were taking a toll on her. "Get up." The male rose from his seat, and motion for the manager to turn the music up louder. He walked to her side of the table, took her hand gently, and went to the middle of the floor. "Relax in my arms." He said as they started dancing.

Shattered Glass

Even though the last run in with Mike didn't go like he would have wanted, but now one less LK brother was out there to deal with. His face was bruised, but his agenda was completed. Things were tight on the streets, and Quincy keep security on him and @gizelleobrien. Even though things were hot he was still going to do his duties as a man. "You like the lobster. You been dying for me to take you here all month." He chuckled. The male was busy making an empire for himself, and with the club being close to open he was running out of time to get rid of the LK problem.

Gizelle was pretty quiet lately. She kept her comments to herself regarding Quincy and his “business” because she made a vow not to get involved. That was something she regretted doing with Mike. It ruined their relationship, but she couldn’t help but worry about her current man.

“Are we going to pretend that your lip isn’t still healing or that your eye is still bruised?” Gizelle looked at her lobster...it was good, she admitted to herself. “This isn’t my business nor do I want it to be...but the last thing I do want is my man gone before we can actually ENJOY each other fully. That would break my heart Quincy.”

Quincy expected nothing less of Gizelle, and his current "look" was the reason he hadn't gone to see Nessa yet. They wouldn't truly understand that in the end he got what he wanted. "These are just war scars, I'm good." He reached over, and grabbed her hand. "If things get to the point where you have to worry I'll tell you, I promise." He looked at her in her eyes.

This go round he was going to make sure his girl was going to be prepared to deal with the police. "I do still think that moving to that gated community, Riverside, is a good idea. We're not going to act oblivious to our reality even when feeling safe." The truth was, somebody like him was never safe.

Shattered Glass

Even though the last run in with Mike didn't go like he would have wanted, but now one less LK brother was out there to deal with. His face was bruised, but his agenda was completed. Things were tight on the streets, and Quincy keep security on him and @gizelleobrien. Even though things were hot he was still going to do his duties as a man. "You like the lobster. You been dying for me to take you here all month." He chuckled. The male was busy making an empire for himself, and with the club being close to open he was running out of time to get rid of the LK problem.

#pmoonlife

Blood on My Hands

Quincy wanted what was is, and what he deserved. Right before he went to jail he almost had all of Sacramento. This go round he was smarter, and knew how to be move better. While he was locked up he had time to think.

Tonight he was dropping off @ezrax2timez his cut for the month, and he had a proposition for him. He knocked at his front door.

"I'll be in touch when I need you." He turned around and exited.

Blood on My Hands

Quincy wanted what was is, and what he deserved. Right before he went to jail he almost had all of Sacramento. This go round he was smarter, and knew how to be move better. While he was locked up he had time to think.

Tonight he was dropping off @ezrax2timez his cut for the month, and he had a proposition for him. He knocked at his front door.

Ezra found himself exactly where he did not want to be. Somehow, Quincy pulled him right back into the street life, and into possible danger, right when his music was starting to bubble. He was trying to pull himself back out, but it would be easier said than done.

Hearing a knock on the door, Ezra sighed as he got up from his couch. “Come in,” he said after opening the door. He wasn’t much of a talker, so this was not unusual.

Quincy walked in with the duffel bag in hand. The two men always kept things short and to the point. "I know you been hearing things, and yes I'm taking Sacramento. Now with Mike not signing off I need my right hand to be somebody that many respect in the streets." He dropped the duffel bag on the table and it sounded heavier than usual. "Means you'll have to be more of a physical participant when things get messy, but once I take out the other three brothers we're good."

“And then if you end up going down again, I go down right with you, right?” Ezra said. “Q, I respect you and everything. But you already got me in deep shit when I told you I was trying to stay out and do strictly music. Got my girl pissed at me and all that.” He sat back down, visibly frustrated. Quincy already went to jail once since this whole thing began. Ezra would think that he would want to bow out gracefully, but apparently not.

“I’ll do this for you, but this is it. I have a family I got to be straight for. I’m not trying to do this street shit forever. I’m trying to live without always watching my back.”

Quincy was glad by the end of the conversation that Ezra agreed. "Good, for now I just need you to handle the drop and pickups on Sunday night for now. I'll try to keep your hands clean of any blood, but the streets will get wind of you taking a bigger role with me. I know you know what that means." He looked at him, because the stress of being involved with the life was heavy. Ezra would have to get personal security around his house, and for his family when he left town. Quincy's daughter had no idea that he'd been paying off her security to keep an extra eye out for her and his grandson. "This means Mike and his crew we have to be cautious around. He isn't the enemy, but we didn't get his blessing."

Quincy understood that Mike was king now, but he was an OG to the streets, and Quincy felt he wasn't being fully respected.

“I mostly keep to myself anyway. I don’t even mess with them,” Ezra said. He wasn’t sure if Quincy exactly understood what he was trying to say. After this last job, he was done, and that was that. He had too much to lose.

“My girl got a spot on a reality show,” he said. “She wants me to be a part of it with her. So I swear... I have to be literally invisible to this street shit. To everyone else, I’m nothing but a rising musician and that is it. You are really putting me in a tough spot.”

Quincy understood the hesitation for Ezra, but now Quincy felt like he was begging. "Listen, we all got shit that's making this situation tough right now. If you're not built for the streets anymore than say that, and I'll fill somebody else's pockets up." He was confused as to why Ezra thought he could keep singing this song to Quincy and he'd continue to coddle him. The other man sang the same tune from jump, so if it was getting to hot for Ezra he could only understand. "You in or out?"

Blood on My Hands

Quincy wanted what was is, and what he deserved. Right before he went to jail he almost had all of Sacramento. This go round he was smarter, and knew how to be move better. While he was locked up he had time to think.

Tonight he was dropping off @ezrax2timez his cut for the month, and he had a proposition for him. He knocked at his front door.

Ezra found himself exactly where he did not want to be. Somehow, Quincy pulled him right back into the street life, and into possible danger, right when his music was starting to bubble. He was trying to pull himself back out, but it would be easier said than done.

Hearing a knock on the door, Ezra sighed as he got up from his couch. “Come in,” he said after opening the door. He wasn’t much of a talker, so this was not unusual.

Quincy walked in with the duffel bag in hand. The two men always kept things short and to the point. "I know you been hearing things, and yes I'm taking Sacramento. Now with Mike not signing off I need my right hand to be somebody that many respect in the streets." He dropped the duffel bag on the table and it sounded heavier than usual. "Means you'll have to be more of a physical participant when things get messy, but once I take out the other three brothers we're good."

“And then if you end up going down again, I go down right with you, right?” Ezra said. “Q, I respect you and everything. But you already got me in deep shit when I told you I was trying to stay out and do strictly music. Got my girl pissed at me and all that.” He sat back down, visibly frustrated. Quincy already went to jail once since this whole thing began. Ezra would think that he would want to bow out gracefully, but apparently not.

“I’ll do this for you, but this is it. I have a family I got to be straight for. I’m not trying to do this street shit forever. I’m trying to live without always watching my back.”

Quincy was glad by the end of the conversation that Ezra agreed. "Good, for now I just need you to handle the drop and pickups on Sunday night for now. I'll try to keep your hands clean of any blood, but the streets will get wind of you taking a bigger role with me. I know you know what that means." He looked at him, because the stress of being involved with the life was heavy. Ezra would have to get personal security around his house, and for his family when he left town. Quincy's daughter had no idea that he'd been paying off her security to keep an extra eye out for her and his grandson. "This means Mike and his crew we have to be cautious around. He isn't the enemy, but we didn't get his blessing."

Quincy understood that Mike was king now, but he was an OG to the streets, and Quincy felt he wasn't being fully respected.

Blood on My Hands

Quincy wanted what was is, and what he deserved. Right before he went to jail he almost had all of Sacramento. This go round he was smarter, and knew how to be move better. While he was locked up he had time to think.

Tonight he was dropping off @ezrax2timez his cut for the month, and he had a proposition for him. He knocked at his front door.

Ezra found himself exactly where he did not want to be. Somehow, Quincy pulled him right back into the street life, and into possible danger, right when his music was starting to bubble. He was trying to pull himself back out, but it would be easier said than done.

Hearing a knock on the door, Ezra sighed as he got up from his couch. “Come in,” he said after opening the door. He wasn’t much of a talker, so this was not unusual.

Quincy walked in with the duffel bag in hand. The two men always kept things short and to the point. "I know you been hearing things, and yes I'm taking Sacramento. Now with Mike not signing off I need my right hand to be somebody that many respect in the streets." He dropped the duffel bag on the table and it sounded heavier than usual. "Means you'll have to be more of a physical participant when things get messy, but once I take out the other three brothers we're good."

Blood on My Hands

Quincy wanted what was is, and what he deserved. Right before he went to jail he almost had all of Sacramento. This go round he was smarter, and knew how to be move better. While he was locked up he had time to think.

Tonight he was dropping off @ezrax2timez his cut for the month, and he had a proposition for him. He knocked at his front door.

#pmoonlife

The Misunderstood Queen

Coming out of prison for the time period that he did, Quincy never thought that he would be on TV. However, Gizelle was the new flavor his taste buds enjoyed and they happened to start getting comfy with each other, so he told he would make a couple cameos for her. Not to mention it was time that the new woman in his life meet his princess.

"You nervous pop?" Nessa asked, getting settled in her seat. She was excited to meet Gizelle, even if not many had nice things to say about her.

"Just don't give her a hard time, she doesn't come from our lifestyle." Deep down he was worried about how tough she was going to be on Gizelle

@gizelleobrien

Confessional: hineskty, I'm doing this because I am happy to just get to a point in my new relationship where I can feel comfortable. Quincy and I are still learning each other. The fact that he wants me to meet his daughter, means the world to me. First impressions are EVERYTHING, and I finally feel that I can make that with her. Most people have their opinions of me based off my relationship with Mike, its time to shut all of that down once and for all and just be myself.

Gizelle would never go to anyone's home without bringing a gift. She had a wine and cheese tray fixed with meats and olives, and of course a brand of wine that Napa Valley was known for. Her dior dress fit her frame perfectly. She felt at ease and couldn't wait for the evening to commence.

She sounded the door bell and waited patiently.

"Sounds like the door." Nessa smiled at her dad as he went to answer it. Nessa did her research and knew of Gizelle from being on the scene, but circulating around the men they did was hard to do without getting your hands dirty.

Quincy got to the door and answered it with bis pearly whites showing. "Amazing." He guided her to his lips and kisses her softly. "You smell amazing." He took in her scent and was ready to break her down in the hallway. He was without the touch of a women for so long that he almost was always ready. "You doing good?"

“Hey baby.” She immediately tongue played with his kiss. The two were a very “hands on” couple to which she could understand. She loved how he pampered and spoiled her.

Confessional: Sheeesh. (Giggles)

“I’m okay, missing you mostly, but getting work done, working with Garcelle at the station. I’m loving it.” She smiled. The dame handed him the tray. “This is for the house.” She kept the wine as she followed him into the main room. When she saw Nessa she smiled politely. “Hello...Gizelle.” She handed Nessa the wine and extended her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Quincy loved how attentive she was with her affection. The way his life was for the past years, he feigned for affection. "Dont be nervous." He ked her into the kitchen."

"Thank you, and nice to finally meet you as well. You've definitely been keeping the old man out of trouble, Nessa." Nessa shook her hand. The body was even more snatched in person than people said. The lady of the house took the wine to the fridge. "So, Gizelle my dad tells me you started working at a station?"

Quincy chuckled as he went to make plates, because Nessa was truly his daughter. She wasted no time or beat around the bush.

Gizelle joined her at the table and took a glass of wine from her. "Yes, I am so happy about it because with Mike, my Ex, I didn't have much to do. I had my own dreams and aspirations that I put to the side, and now that I am into my own, I can do those things." Gizelle took a drink. "Its an editing house for Favor Magazine. I'm the wardrobe director for the feature covers. Its the profound Mag founded by Garcelle Ramos. A very good friend of mine."

Nessa nodded and smiled when Gizelle mentioned Garcelle. The magazine owner purchased from her collections frequently. "Ok, another girl involved with fashion. I actually have a fashion show coming up for my Spring drop, and a VIP look behind the scenes is on the table for the magazine if y'all want it." She offered as her father was setting the table with plates.

Nessa was going to let his father be a man, but Nessa wanted to see how Gizelle moved around in the business world because he needed a strong business minded woman to keep him out the streets.

"That's a little short notice, I'm sure Zelle is booked." He honestly didn't want Nessa snooping too much.

The Misunderstood Queen

Coming out of prison for the time period that he did, Quincy never thought that he would be on TV. However, Gizelle was the new flavor his taste buds enjoyed and they happened to start getting comfy with each other, so he told he would make a couple cameos for her. Not to mention it was time that the new woman in his life meet his princess.

"You nervous pop?" Nessa asked, getting settled in her seat. She was excited to meet Gizelle, even if not many had nice things to say about her.

"Just don't give her a hard time, she doesn't come from our lifestyle." Deep down he was worried about how tough she was going to be on Gizelle

@gizelleobrien

Confessional: hineskty, I'm doing this because I am happy to just get to a point in my new relationship where I can feel comfortable. Quincy and I are still learning each other. The fact that he wants me to meet his daughter, means the world to me. First impressions are EVERYTHING, and I finally feel that I can make that with her. Most people have their opinions of me based off my relationship with Mike, its time to shut all of that down once and for all and just be myself.

Gizelle would never go to anyone's home without bringing a gift. She had a wine and cheese tray fixed with meats and olives, and of course a brand of wine that Napa Valley was known for. Her dior dress fit her frame perfectly. She felt at ease and couldn't wait for the evening to commence.

She sounded the door bell and waited patiently.

"Sounds like the door." Nessa smiled at her dad as he went to answer it. Nessa did her research and knew of Gizelle from being on the scene, but circulating around the men they did was hard to do without getting your hands dirty.

Quincy got to the door and answered it with bis pearly whites showing. "Amazing." He guided her to his lips and kisses her softly. "You smell amazing." He took in her scent and was ready to break her down in the hallway. He was without the touch of a women for so long that he almost was always ready. "You doing good?"

“Hey baby.” She immediately tongue played with his kiss. The two were a very “hands on” couple to which she could understand. She loved how he pampered and spoiled her.

Confessional: Sheeesh. (Giggles)

“I’m okay, missing you mostly, but getting work done, working with Garcelle at the station. I’m loving it.” She smiled. The dame handed him the tray. “This is for the house.” She kept the wine as she followed him into the main room. When she saw Nessa she smiled politely. “Hello...Gizelle.” She handed Nessa the wine and extended her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Quincy loved how attentive she was with her affection. The way his life was for the past years, he feigned for affection. "Dont be nervous." He ked her into the kitchen."

"Thank you, and nice to finally meet you as well. You've definitely been keeping the old man out of trouble, Nessa." Nessa shook her hand. The body was even more snatched in person than people said. The lady of the house took the wine to the fridge. "So, Gizelle my dad tells me you started working at a station?"

Quincy chuckled as he went to make plates, because Nessa was truly his daughter. She wasted no time or beat around the bush.

The Misunderstood Queen

Coming out of prison for the time period that he did, Quincy never thought that he would be on TV. However, Gizelle was the new flavor his taste buds enjoyed and they happened to start getting comfy with each other, so he told he would make a couple cameos for her. Not to mention it was time that the new woman in his life meet his princess.

"You nervous pop?" Nessa asked, getting settled in her seat. She was excited to meet Gizelle, even if not many had nice things to say about her.

"Just don't give her a hard time, she doesn't come from our lifestyle." Deep down he was worried about how tough she was going to be on Gizelle

@gizelleobrien

Confessional: hineskty, I'm doing this because I am happy to just get to a point in my new relationship where I can feel comfortable. Quincy and I are still learning each other. The fact that he wants me to meet his daughter, means the world to me. First impressions are EVERYTHING, and I finally feel that I can make that with her. Most people have their opinions of me based off my relationship with Mike, its time to shut all of that down once and for all and just be myself.

Gizelle would never go to anyone's home without bringing a gift. She had a wine and cheese tray fixed with meats and olives, and of course a brand of wine that Napa Valley was known for. Her dior dress fit her frame perfectly. She felt at ease and couldn't wait for the evening to commence.

She sounded the door bell and waited patiently.