Latibule

Attitude

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Monse called me yesterday, informing me of a situation I apparently needed to hear about so currently I'm in my car blasting music.

One hand is on the steering wheel the other dragged out the window feeling the cool air on my tanned skin. Apparently this is a small town cause by the looks I'm getting I might aswell just pull out my iced out teeth and let 'em roll me.

I feel a vibration in my leg as my low rider comes to a hault, I pull out my phone from my beaten up khakis eyeing the screen which read:

So here's the deal on the stitch I need to get this out cause it's been eating at me but Cesar the boy, told everyone we hooked up in a very Uhm downgrading? way on my end. And now I'm getting shit for it and he is tryna act all buddy buddy with the Santos.

The Santos? shit haven't hear about them since fuck forever. I mean I have a mafia and a whole damn drug ring myself but still they usually stick to West Freeridge borders so how Monse know them? Whatever I'll just reply.

Send me the addy? We finna knock a puta ova

I look down at the message as I approvingly nod to myself for me such a great influence on my lil hermana. she sends the address, a house? I pull up the maps and surprisingly it's only a turn around the corner.

I continue down the street, making my way seeing my squared up sister awaiting me on the sidewalk, I can't be fucked she can wait I need to get high to deal with shit like this.

I pull up, rolling a blunt and flicking my lighter on the fire making my gold tooth twinkle. I take a inhale holding the substance at the back of my throat releasing the nose threw my nose rolling my head back at the ecstasy.

I now feel a tapping on my shoulder, opening my eyes I become face to face with a distressed Jamal "FINALLY YOUR HERE! MONSE IS LOOKING STUPID BY HERSELF!" he tells in my face. I just mug him opening my car door pulling my cross around my neck it landing on my back.

"You look like a real chola right n- WOAH WOAH WOAHH" I pull out my spare glock from the console, protection is a must. I pull it into my pants the imprint very clear as my top is imbedded on my body so you can see how it's positioned.

I get to the curly headed girl to see her death glaring what looks to be a 16 year old boy. 100% a cholos kid though. Judging by how the men on the lawn eyed her I decided to make my presence abundantly clear.

Clearing my throat all eyes flick to me and in a heartbeat I'm centre of attention most men, actually all eyeing me up and down. probably at my apparent attire.

Monse following along seeing me her shoulders visibly relaxing. "finally! girl you left me here, and AY WHERE YOU GET THAT FROM?!" she shrieks suddenly causing me to flinch at the ear piercing sound and giving her a stank.

"Its been 7 years Monse, shit happens." She nods understandably but rolls her eyes. I knock her head upside. "Don't play wit me little girl"

I see the boy from before stand up defensively. maybe he's gay? Looks like a twink.
"Ay we gotta problem here?" He snarls
"I don't know do we Cesar?" I emphasize his name as he shudders at my prestige knowledge on him.

I spot a man getting up from the musty street couch and almost swaggering over in big strides "You know this hyna Monse?" he questions in a husky voice.

I just roll my eyes as he eyes my every movement. "She's my sister ojete" his eyes widen slightly "Nah ain't no way, your well you and she's like her-"

"Ser follado por un pez" I snarked.
"Watch your mouth puta" I try so hard not to grind my teeth at those words but lucks not on my side since you can hear me practically clench my jaw by the crack in my jaw.

I took one last puff off the blunt I was smoking and released the air looking down, as Monse lectured him on his words. I stomp out the drug leaning towards Monse "im gonna beat the kid up. Just a warning" her eyes turn to saucers.

The guy just stand there mugging us. "Ay Cesar come 'ere!" "What?" "Now."

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