This is a story about you (Neytiri) a undeniably gorgeous 34 year old and AB the notorious Mafia boss. You (Neytiri) is 5'4 tall with a captivating body and hypnotizing curves, mesmerizing hazel green eyes and your a very young looking for age. Your a black woman with 2 nose rings, a belly ring, tongue ring and you (Neytiri) have long curly black hair that hangs to your waist. Your the fiesty, tuff, very smart, unapologetic, unforgettable infamous arms dealer. You (Neytiri) is the only person that everybody come to for their guns. You (Neytiri) know everything there is about guns. You (Neytiri) know how to handle them like a trained killer too. Whenever AB come over he always want you (Neytiri) how to handle the guns just so he can be close to you (Neytiri). AB knows you (Neytiri) don't like physical contact but he also knows he's the only boss that get the privilege to do so. AB is your best client and he's always spending major bands with you. Our story starts on a late stormy night. You (Neytiri) was sitting in your office at your massive mansion. You (Neytiri) was wearing your black spanks and black laced bra. You (Neytiri) was smoking a cigarette and drinking a glass of wine. You (Neytiri) was on the phone with one of the other bosses when AB walked through your door. AB was covered in blood, but it wasn't his. He had just been in a shoot out, from a bad drug deal.

(I swing your door open. I was covered in blood but it wasn't mines. I lock eyes with you.)