“Thank you for letting us stay here.” Lokka said, genuinely thanked Tamika.
Tamika pulled her in for a tight hug. She had a motherly instinct for just about anyone younger than her. It was at the top of the list of reasons why she became a nurse.
Lokka tensed up in her arms, lazily hugging her back. Public affection was something she felt she could never get used to.
Tamika let go quickly feeling how she froze, “Sorry.”
Lokka forced a small smile before turning to Bullet who caused it to turn to a wide grin.
He smirked at her as he sat slouched on the couch with his arms sprawled over the top, “Just cause we found him, don’t mean just disappear on me aight?”
She laughed, “Maybe. Then I can teach how to hold a gun cause your way is pussy.”
Bullet sucked his teeth, before licking his lips. Before he could say anything else, Dez was dragging Lokka out the door.
Now, the first thought that crossed her mind was to start swinging and to curse him out. But, because of what he been through she decided to let it slide just this once.
“Gimme the keys.”
Seeing the look of seriousness on his face, Lokka laughed,“You’re not driving.
“Lo. Come on, stop playing.”
She ignored him getting into the driver’s seat. Leaning over the middle console she opened the passenger side door. “You have 7 stitched on one side and 14 in the other. You’re not driving anywhere.”
Dez sucked his teeth as he got in proceeding to stare out the window. His pride was bruised but he found it deep in him to open his mouth, “Thank you. Again.”
Lokka gripped the steering wheel sighing heavily, “You’re welcome.”
He pushed it some more, even though he knew that she was uncomfortable. “I know we kinda ended on a bad note. I can’t believe you did all this for me. Except hanging with that nigga." He said adding a little jab in because he lacked self control. "That was definitely for you.” He mumbled quietly.
Of course Dez couldn’t give a normal sign of gratitude without fucking it up. He couldn’t just leave it at that, he had to throw it a shot in about Bullet. To Lokka, it sounded like he was trying to accuse her of fucking around while trying to find him.
Slammed on her brakes in the middle of the road, Lokka abruptly stopped making cars behind her honk and swerve to avoid crashing.
Snatching the key out, which made the car absolutely silent except for the outside noise of strangers honking and cursing at them, she stared at him blinking long and slow.
Dez looked around, “We’re stopped in the middle of the street. At an intersection.”
Her eyebrows knitted together as she took a deep breath flared her nostrils. “Let’s get this straight. You will not treat me like some hoe of the street. You stepped out of line, and this little situation won’t make that better. So yea, I saved your ass. But nigga, I do not want to be friends.”
Dez watched her with wide eyes. He was a taking back by her tone.
Lokka’s eyes burned into him, “I may have helped you, but it had nothing to do with you. I was just trying to prove something, so this one was for me. I’m just trying to stay alive and take care of the barrio. I don’t want your credit. Ain’t no awards or trophies for that shit. I just did it cuz I’m supposed to. That’s what being Chicano is.”
Starting the car, she began to drive once again, leaving Dez staring at her in awe. He was quiet the rest of the ride. He never had her snap at him like that he thought, as he racked his clueless mind on what he said wrong.
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Chola Lokka
Aksi"I don't know shit." Viper said licking his lips. The sound of Lokka cocking her gun echoed through the room. "Last Chance." Viper went to stand up, "I don't kno..." "I wouldn't do that." Lokka warning him in a sing-song voice. He froze, "And why n...
