Lokka woke up the next morning feeling like absolute shit. After staying up all night staring at the ceiling with a clouded mind, her soul felt tainted.
How could she get a good night's rest with the boy she loved sleeping on her floor? Dez didn’t get any sleep either. He was awake watching Lokka watch the ceiling. His mind was thinking of a thousand scenarios of her being with him and how exactly they would they hide it.
Carlos had Dez watching over her especially with everything that’s going on. Plus he was in a different city handling business all night. He knew Lokka could handle herself, but he still had Dez there just in case.
Lokka slid off the bed purposely kicking Dez on her way to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, before stripping and getting in the shower. The smell of her Wild Berry filled the air and seeped under the door into her room.
She stepped out the shower wrapping the towel around her body. Dez slipped into the bathroom after her, with his overnight bag to get cleaned up and dressed.
Taking her opportunity of being alone, Lokka slipped on a pair of black panties and a matching bra standing in front of her vanity, she began to do her make-up. Not anything extraordinary though, just eyeliner and a little foundation.
Stepping out the bathroom bare chested, Dez froze. He bit his lip, as he watched Lokka bent over staring into the mirror. Walking behind her, he grabbed her waist pressing against her.
She quickly stood straight up, “Dez, stop.”
Burying his face in her neck as his hands rubbed across her pelvis, Dez bit into her neck softly drawing out a low moan from Lokka. His hands traveled down her arms until he was holding both her hands, caressing them. His thumbs rubbed across her soft skin.
Lokka felt herself falling deeper into his trap, she spun around in his arms trying to recover. She stared into his brown pools searching his eyes for any inclining of whatever was going on inside his mind.
"You have to make a choice." She breathed out, her voice barely a whisper.
He grabbed her face, grabbing the back of her neck pulling her in before kissing him with force.
She pulled away with a loud sigh, “We can’t keep doing this.”
Dez pulled her back to him and kissed the top of her head before sighing, “I know.”
Lokka walked away from him to quickly get dressed. When she turned around, Dez was lotioning his chest. She stared at the “Chicano Gang” tattoo written across his chest.
They both repped CVCG13, “Compton Varrio Chicano Gang”. In fact, she had CVCG13 inked on the small of her back. Carlos had taken her to get it when she was only 13. At the corner of her tattoo, as well as his, there were 10 tally marks. For the ten well respected Chicano members who all died at various times. Big Frosty, Weasel, Creeper, Stranger, Bird, Smokey, Puppet, Triste, Whisper and Carlos’ younger brother, Conejo.
Carlos called out summoning them downstairs. Lokka walked coolly down the steps with her bookbag slung over her shoulder. Dez on the other hand came down the steps standing straight in front of Carlos. Despite it only being 7:15 am, he was alrrady at work. This life ge lived was an on-call position.
“Was everything ok last night?” He asked.
Dez gave a single nod, “Yes.”
“Good.” Carlos said before dismissing him with a wave of his hand.
“When can I make my first drop papa? Please?”
“I’ll think about letting you on.” He kissed the top of Lokka’s head then headed upstairs.
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Chola Lokka
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