Chola Lokka

Neighborhood Pusher

"What the fuck" Lokka mumbled under her breath as she sighed, hanging up the phone.

It had been almost 2 weeks since the crew had landed back in Cali and everyone went their separate ways, well everyone except Vanilla who moved into the house. She was staying in Lokka's room, while Lokka took over what was Carlos' room. Ever since they returned, she hadn't had a moment of peace. Between packing her father's belongings, moving hers from room to room, trying to get back into the normal sleeping hours she was accustom to and the office phone ringing off the hook, she spent most of her time jotting down job offers for the crew. Never would she have thought there was so much desk work in her line of expertise.

Walking past the office, Vanilla did a quick double back poking her head into the room,"Hey."

Lokka gave her a head nod acknowledging her greeting before rising to her feet with the close of the book of contacts. As she put it back into the safe, she looked over her shoulder, "Call the guys. We got work to do."

Vanilla squealed with excitement at her first real day going into action with everyone. She attempted to calm herself before replying with a simple, "Ok."

Lokka moved around her going out to the living room area before turning around giving her a quick glance before continuing on.

"Trying something different Lala? It's pretty." She said walking upstairs to get dressed.

Vanilla ran her hands over her hair with a small self-conscious smile. Instead of her natural curls, it was pin straight down her back. Most of the people in the Chicano neighborhood naturally had straight hair, so she was attempting to fit in.

Doing what she was delegated to do, She called Dez, who told her he would call Yusuf to let him know. Vanilla shook her head as she called Bullet herself knowing he wouldn't pass the message that far.  Grabbing her bag of gadgets, she anxiously waited by the door.

Lokka came downstairs in a black crop top and oversized cargo shorts held up by a belt. She tied up her Nike sneakers and placed her 9mm in her waistband, the handle very visible to the public eye as Vanilla opened the door. Yusuf brushed past her without a word as he retrieved a pistol he had left in the house a few days ago.

"Let's go." Lokka said as she walked out of her home and towards the black  Range Rover truck leading the pair.

Pulling the waistband of Vanilla's leggings, making her slow down putting more space between them and Lokka. He pushed up behind her, giving her tresses a flick. "What the fuck did you do to your hair?" He whispered in her ear.

Vanilla pushed him away, "Whatever the fuck I want. Why do you care?" She said flipping her hair to one side being sure to hit Yusuf with it.

He gripped her up by her arm before letting it go with a shrug, "I'on like it."

She squirmed as he draped an arm loosely around her neck. "I don't give a fuck."

Yusuf scoffed lightly, whispering, "I swear I can't fucking stand your ass."

"Aww that's too bad." Vanilla's voice dropped with sarcasm as she quicker her pace leaving him behind as she reached the truck.

Dez was driving as Lokka rode shotgun. Bullet, Yusuf and Vanilla sat in the back, in that order. However, Yusuf was damn near in the front too with the way he was leaning up onto the middle console.

No one said a word as they were all deep in thought about their own business.

The calm before the storm.

Dez slowed to a creep in front of a house, unsuspecting in appearance. "This the place?"

Lokka looked at her phone checking the address she was given. "Yes, this is it.  Go around back."