Mia, is a 23-year-old independent phlebotomy tech who is living her life worry and drama free. It isn’t much. but she isn’t complaining and it’s enough to take care of herself and maintain the lifestyle that she is accustomed to. After being persuaded by her friends, Kelsi & Terri to go out on a Thursday night, she ends up at the same nightclub as the streets supplier, the main attraction, a guy she’s been lusting over since she was a teenager; Dola The Don. She’s much older now and she’s taken aback when he finally approaches her after all these years and gives her a dose of the glamorous but street lifestyle that he lives. The questions follows, will it be too much for her to handle or will she be able to secure her heart in the process? The only difference between Dola and the average man is the fact that he’s fine, black, ruthless, and rich. He ends up falling for Mia, but will he fall hard enough to let the streets go, and focus on what they are trying to build by keeping her loved, happy, and secured?

    From the moment he saw Jasmine he wanted nothing more than to be with her in every way that he could, but will it be that easy to win her love? A Boss Chic takes you on a journey with Jasmine you’ll see why she’s first place with her mouthpiece and even quicker on her toes. Will love conquer all or will this be another fail attempt at hood love? Will Jared still remain the same understanding, loving, and caring man that Jasmine first met?

    I continue to rub my hands through her ponytail as I look over at her. “No, I will have this job and they gon’ love me. I’ll be the best Krystal they’ll ever know.” She looks over towards me not smiling as she says with trembling lips, “What…do you…mean?” With one shove of my hand I slam her face into the steering wheel, not once, or twice, or three times, but four or maybe five. I lose count as blood oozes out her nose, mouth and eyes. Her body stops shaking and sudden the car starts moving slowly forward as she takes her foot off of the brake. I reach over placing the car in park quickly. Removing my other hand from the back of her head, I look around on the quiet street, not seeing anyone in sight. Tossing my book bag into the backseat of her green Toyota, Camry, I lean over grabbing her, pulling her lifeless body over toward the passenger’s seat. Opening the passenger’s door I get out, placing her in the seat I just escape from. With her head slouched down, I close the door and run around to the driver’s door. Opening the door, I look down seeing all her blood splashed on the steering wheel.