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she did not have an accent at all, and up close, she was flawless. Mouse handed Jonathan his food. She glanced at his tray and turned her gray eyes to him.
    “So is that good?” she said.
    Jonathan swallowed. He had to get his swag under control. “Uh… uh yeah try one.” He slid the tray of wedges over to her.
    She smiled and took a wedge. “Thank you, I will.” she answered. “Mmm, either I am hungry or you know what you doing with yo wedges, boy. Give me an order of those and some wings.” She grabbed a napkin and smiled at Jonathan. “Thank you for the sample.”
    Jonathan stared at her for another moment. “You are one beautiful woman,” he said, and immediately felt his face burn.
    She laughed and he dropped his head. “Well… thank you young buck! If the men in the south are like you I am going to be in trouble!”
    Jonathan smiled. “My name is Jonathan, and where are you from?”
    “Hi Jonathan. My name is Gator.”
    That response made Jonathan laugh. “Oh ok, I get it. You not going to give me your real name.” Jonathan said.
    “No, that is not my real name, but that is what everyone calls me.”
    “I gotta say that name definitely doesn’t fit you.” Jonathan uttered as he scanned her body.
    “Oh yeah, how you know? You just met me.” Gator spoke with a seductive look.
    Mouse handed her order to her. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Jonathan.” She turned to walk to the register.
    Jonathan winked at Mouse and grabbed his food and drinks. “I will pay for the lady’s.” he said, handing the petite Asian woman a hundred dollar bill.
    Gator smiled at him while he took his change and opened the door for her. “Well thank you again for the southern hospitality, Jonathan.”
    “Of course… my mama raised me right. You never said where you were from. Unless you just don’t want to tell me right now, but you could tell me over dinner.”
    “Look at you. Going for what you want, huh? Boy I am old enough to be your mama.”
    Jonathan scanned her again. She couldn’t be over thirty, he thought. “I doubt that, and besides, I like a mature woman.” Gator laughed again and began walking towards the baby blue G63 AMG Mercedes SUV. She clicked the alarm and Jonathan opened the door for her.
    “I bet you do… I bet you do.” She said as she put on her Marc Jacob sunglasses and rolled the window down.
    “Let me take you out and show you around town. I promise I won’t bite.”
    “Ahh, I know how to handle puppies, boo, believe me. I ain’t scared of bites.” She studied him for a moment. Youngin’ was fine as hell, slim waist, broad chest, and she could tell by the way he stood that he had some size between them thighs. What the fuck? She needed to blow off some steam. She handed him her business card. “Call me later and we’ll see.” She rolled the window back up and pulled out of the parking space.
    Jonathan stood there until she waved to him as she pulled out onto the street.
    It took Jonathan two days to get up the nerve to call her, and ever since then, they had been inseparable.
    Gator threw her arms around his neck, breaking him from his thoughts. She leaned in and kissed him. Jonathan was so in love with her. She knew she had him sprung ever since the first day she met him. She knew he was someone she could mold into the man she wanted. It was Gator who had convinced him and his crew to start robbing niggas. She was the original brain behind all the heists, but Jonathan had proved to be a worthy student. In a short time, she felt like they could be on top of the city with her brains and his brawn.
    Jonathan had never expected he would be in the street life. Shit, just a year ago he was on his way to college. After surviving five shots, he was now dating a woman at least 15 years his senior, so he now felt invincible.
    “No babe, you go ahead and handle your business with your mother. I don’t think I’m ready to meet your family yet… especially your mother. I know how