After several months of finally working independently, some territorial trouble leads Luna to working for a pimp again. Only this time it's different...
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Virgil
This girl got me fucked up. I swear she on my mind 24/7. It's messing wit my life, my business, everything.
I ain't fucked a girl since before I first saw Luna's face. I haven't even had the urge. To be honest, I only want her, and I never felt this shit before. And what's weird is, I just want to know her, wanna talk to her and I wanna listen to her talk.
I want to sit in her presence, and hear everything she has to say, about anything in the universe. I want us to be involved like that man.
But how does a guy even get to that point? I ain't ever tried.
She texted me last night to let me know she can start work again today. I don't fucking want her to. I don't want her in this job or community anymore. She's too good for this shit, and I need to get her out of it. But how the fuck am I gonna do that without seeming like a psycho.
***
I see her walking down towards the trap house, how comes I always notice her even when she's that far away? She ain't even notice me. She don't never look my way.
She looks too good. Fuck. In her outfits and her curls. She smells like vanilla and cinnamon. I bet her skin precious and smooth too.
"Hey." She mutters when she approaches me. The bitches I was talking to wander away, when they notice my attention don't belong to them anymore.
"Hi." I state. Things feel awkward, prolly bcuz of the way I left her last week.
I try think of sumn to say, but nothing comes to mind, and before I know it she walks away, onto the streets, to start another night in hell.
"Fuck." I mutter, light my joint and walk inside.
***
I haven't heard from her all night. Not even a text.
I hope she fine. My girls are suppose to be keeping me updated all night. I'm starting to get worried.
Slim walks up to me. He got a smirk on his face that vexes me and the closer he gets to me the angrier I can feel myself getting.
"Sup Vertigo?" He says wit a smug face, shaking my hand and bumpin my chest.
"What you want slim?"
"That ain't no way to greet a lover now is it?"
I smoke my blunt and ignore his comment.
"I seen that girl we picked up down at crack's place, what she doing there? I thought she was one a yours, pretty sure he smacked her up too," he laughs "bitch's face looks like a see urchin man and I-"
I grab his face in my hand before he can finish that fucking sentence. He's lifted off the floor, this short, skinny pimp acts so big, I'll kill him.
"You said she's at cracks place? Which one?"
"San Triste Av! Let me go man!"
I drop him on the floor and run past him. Crack is a dead man walking if he touched this girl.
***
I knock on the door. The building is hardly standing.
One of crack's bitches opens the door. His girls really suffering man, it's a sad sight.
"Crack here?"
She moves to the side, and sure enough, Crack is sitting there, consuming god knows what out of a pipe, and smiling at me with blackened teeth.
"How you've grown Vertigo...say what's good in your part of the hood?" He say to me, he's old school, must be in his 60s. He's got no mercy, no code.
I sit down in a chair near him.
"What you want Virgil?"
"Oh you know, it's been lonely."
"I find that hard to believe," he chuckles and takes his sunglasses off "you a healthy young man, some of these bitches would kill other bitches to be with you."
"Yeah well, I want a night with one a yours."
"Oh yeah? You got one in mind?"
"Not yet."
"We got a few new ones in tonight. You got someone particular you want?" He asks in suspicion, and cocks an eyebrow. He knows why I'm really here, but I'll play along for now.
I just shake my head.
"Give me your best." I state. I don't need to see em all to know who's the best.
After a few moments, Luna enters the room reluctantly. She looks at me and her eyes widen. Her face is all bruised, there's dry blood under her nose from where she's been hit. My heart drops at the sight. My blood boils.
"This is Venus, picked her fresh today from the farm," Crack laughs, he's got a awful laugh "say hi to the man Venus, don't be shy now."
She looks between Crack and I nervously and walks slowly towards me, she sits on my lap, and I know it's the wrong context, but I love it. I just wanna be alone wit her, all the fucking time.
She shuffles around on me slightly until she feels the gun in my front pocket, she looks at me, as if she's trying to tell me sumn.
She moves closer towards me, she smells amazing, and she's warm, like nobody else.
"Shoot him...please." She whispers in my ear.
When she backs away she looks into my eyes. And what else can I do? I get up, pull my gun out, and shoot the man between the eyes, just as he was started to pull his gun out on me.
I hear girls screaming, men shouting. And I grab her hand and run out.
I sigh in relief as we drive fast away, I don't know where the fuck to go, I just shot Crack. That's gonna have so many repercussions.
I look at Luna, she's looking right at me, with those wide sad eyes.
"Thankyou, Akim."
She whispers, the first time she's said my real name. She got no fuckin clue what I woulda done for her back there, I would've killed them all. I would've died myself.
