A Gangsta Twist Saga Read Online Free

you. You know the drill,” Keno said as he fired up the purple haze.
    Bo-Pete and Wild Bill walked straight toward the front door and were not bothered by the security as they entered the club.
    Bo-Pete smiled at a few ladies as he passed them, and gave a soft nod to a few fellas from around the way. The confidence he possessed showed as he casually strolled into the club. Bo-Pete may be only five-eleven, but he felt like a king every time they went to the club. His chocolate brown skin was smooth as can be, and he knew he looked good. He felt that he made the clothes he wore look good, instead of the other way around. He kept his hair cut low and even all the way around, and sported a neat, well-kept goatee. His muscular frame spoke volumes to the women. They could tell that he always kept himself in tip-top condition.
    Wild Bill, Bo-Pete’s partner and road dog, was like the complete opposite of Bo-Pete. Bill’s hair was extremely long. He kept it permed and combed to the back in a long ponytail. He was a short man, but just as muscular as Bo-Pete. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and if you paid close attention, you could tell that he was damn near blind. But he, too, possessed that confident stroll as he followed Bo-Pete into the club.
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    Inside of the club, Katrina and Paquita were having their normal conversation about who was doing what to whom, and what other females were wearing and whatnot. They both were regulars at the club, and were well known ’round-the-way girls. In other words, they were “hood rats.”
    â€œ. . . Girl, I’m telling you, I saw Latanya’s scandalous-ass at the mall earlier, taking everything as if it was free. I mean, she wasn’t even trying to be low! She’s a bold bitch for real!” Paquita yelled excitedly.
    â€œShit, you know how that freak bitch get down. I don’t know why your ass is shocked,” replied Katrina as she straightened her too-tight, too-small miniskirt.
    â€œOoh, girl! Look who just came into the club!” Paquita said as she slung her micro-braids over her shoulder.
    After taking a long look around the club and not noticing anyone of importance, Katrina asked, “Who, bitch? I don’t see nobody.”
    â€œOver there by the front! It’s Bo-Pete and Wild Bill!”
    â€œSo? What’s so damn special about Bo-Pete and Wild Bill?”
    â€œGirl, whenever you see them come into the club, that can only mean one thing.”
    â€œAnd what’s that?”
    Smiling broadly, Paquita said, “That means Taz is here!”
    â€œStop playing! Where he at?”
    â€œWait, and you’ll see. Look, they’re checking out the club to make sure that everything is straight for Taz to come in here. You know how he is about his surroundings.”
    â€œNah, I don’t know shit about it. But I do know that Taz is one fine-ass nigga, and sooner or later I’m gon’ get me some of that dick,” Katrina replied confidently.
    â€œWell, bitch, you better get in line, ’cause damn near every bitch in this club has tried to get with him. You know I know my shit. And to my knowledge, ain’t no ho in the City been successful. Oooh, ooh! I knew I was right, bitch! Look, there goes Red and Bob too. Watch. You see how Bo-Pete and Wild Bill went to the left of the club and posted up?”
    â€œYeah, so what?”
    â€œNow Red and Bob are going to look around real quick. Then they’re going to go to the right of the club. Then, I’ll give it three to five minutes before we see Keno and Taz’s fine-asses come in here. Taz is going to stand in the entrance and look around. Then, he’s going to go to the bar and hold up two fingers, and Winky, the bartender, is going to pour him a double shot of that expensive-ass Courvoiser XO—you know, that three hundred a bottle type shit.”
    â€œDamn, bitch! How you know so much about Taz?”
    â€œI told you, I