Jio wanted to exceed the expectations that everyone had set for him. Not just to let them know that he could handle it, but to make himself proud. Success was always found on the other side of sacrifice. Jio was prepared to give his all and then some.
And now, Jio Gotti III was ready to step up to the plate and hit a home fuckin’ run.
TWO
“WHEN A REAL ONE HOLD YOU DOWN, BAE YOU SUPPOSED TO DROWN.” LATTO
Nina’s therapy session went exactly how she thought it was going to go. Baby girl went through almost two boxes of Kleenex. She was a blubbering mess as she retold the details of what went down at her parents brownstone in Brooklyn. If she could be honest with anyone… it was her therapist. Nina showed her how many times she’d called and texted her sister and Talia ignored her up until late in the midnight hour two days ago.
In true crackhead fashion, no pun intended, Talia responded, “Send me some money since you so sorry.” Which Nina took as basically, “Fuck everything you said hoe, where the funds at?”
Nina didn’t text her back, instead she cried until she fell asleep.
She’d been avoiding her mother and it hurt a little to know that she hadn’t bothered to reach out to her. Charis said that her mama was in shock and didn’t have a comment. Marcus told her that he was staying out of it, which was nothing new. He avoided the family drama like the plague.
She and Jio were doing better, so Nina didn’t have much to share in that department like she normally did.
“To confirm you haven’t been fired?” Her therapist asked for the third time. When Nina was in an emotional state, it was hard to understand what she was trying to convey.
She nodded, wiping snot from her nose with the back of her hand.
“It’s all business with Daddy. He barely looks at me but will email and tell me whatever he needs to let me know… it’s so weird,” she admitted.
“Are you going to fix all of these problems on your own?”
Nina shrugged.
“I don’t know yet.”
Her main issue was the fact that she thought her sister hated her, which was currently eating her alive.
She could live with Talia hating their parents… because hell, she didn’t care for their asses either. But for Talia to feel like she had no one… not even her baby sister who she’d always adored. It hurt her feelings tremendously.
“What if you go and talk to your sister? Anyone can pick up the phone but sometimes extra effort goes a long way,” she suggested.
“It’s no telling where she is,” Nina mumbled under her breath.
“Well, if the shoe were on the other foot, do you think your sister would try to find you?” She hit her with one of those questions that stayed with her longer than intended.
η
Jio was twenty-six years old but he lived life like a man who’d been here for a long, long time. He was wiser than most cats twice his age. He was a great listener, an avid reader, and he appreciated a hand-rolled cigar and a glass of somethingneat and smooth. He was one of those niggas that would be remembered long after he took his last breath. Much like his grandfather. Jio was one of the good guys, and niggas like him could bag ANY bitch he wanted.
You can name a hoe and he’d probably had her, whether it was a few phone calls, a couple of dates, or a lil’ shopping spree because he was in a good mood and she caught him in the giving spirit.
Bad bitches.
Young hoes.
Educated women like teachers, accountants, hedge fund managers, insurance agents, flight attendants, and even librarians fucked with Jio.
Basically, there wasn’t a woman he couldn’t get if he wanted her.
He was a magnet and he was one of the finest niggas to walk the streets of New York.
Aside from his charming ways and good looks, his dick was big, his voice sounded like a news anchor on the phone, and he could dress better than any man who had graced the cover ofGQ.
Jio was one of them ones. A lady would never forget any time spent with Jiorgio Gotti III. Even if she was only lucky enough to have a few encounters with him. For the girls that were only able to be graced with his presence for a couple of hours after a drunken night, he left stains on their memory banks and in their panties too. Jio was one of those guys that women openly discussed in conversations with their closest friends years down the line.
