"So fuck is this?" I asked the young boy as my two soldiers pinned him to the wall. He was all bloody and bruised and looked as if he was going to fall unconscious . I walked up and slapped him, causing him to look up in surprise.
"I'm talking to you puta!" I yelled. "Why are you on my fucking street?" He looked at me and frowned, spitting blood on my leather combat boots. "Fuck you hoe. You ain't shit." This ran my blood hot. He obviously was oblivious to who he was mouthing off too. "Puta, I'm not the one to play with. Tell me what I want to know or so help me te mataré!" "Bitch I don't know what your saying!" I was done with his shit already. I pulled out my 45' and blasted him three times in the stomach. Once he stopped moving my men dropped him to the ground.
"This is fucking hopeless! None of these boys are talking!" I yelled. This was the fifth guy we popped today, and not one squealed. These guys were stupider than I thought.
"Hermosa listen to me. Going around killing off street hustlers isn't going to benefit you. We need to go about this a di-" I cut him off yelling. "Shut up Ringo! Who is in charge here?" I challenged. He threw his hands up in surrender and I rubbed my temples. "We do this my way. Call more soldiers out, I want every mother fucker selling on my turf popped until they talk. I need a break." I turned around and walked pass three more soldiers who I had to tag along.
"Where are you going?" Ringo asked me. I was to aggravated to respond so I just kept walking.
Turns out these Savage boys really have pushed something through. I've been riding Around for almost two hours now and haven't seen one of my boys on this side of town. Was I worried though? Not at all. It's been a while since I've had some real competition around here, being the boss Latina bitch and all. No one had tried to come across me in over five years, so I was kinda surprised it was happening. Not much though, because it was bound to happen eventually.
Once I got to my pink and silver Lamborghini I jumped in and strapped my seatbelt. It was a very noticeable car, and for me that was a good thing. Considering I was a highly tipped stripper, when I was seen in expensive things nobody ever questioned why. They just assumed it was all from stripping. Honestly, a good amount of it was.
I turned my radio up and started to jam out to stick on a feeling by prince Royce and snoop dogg . I wanted to calm myself down, I felt like driving into the side of a building. I didn't know why I was so Angry. These guys obviously don't have shit on me. I just haven't truly put my foot down yet because it's not a real big deal.
I'll just find the leader of these fuckers and tell him to screw off. All the room in this fucking country and people want to run up on my shit? No way Jose. That's not how I roll.
Once I hit the red light the song went off, and I was stuck staring at the light until it turned green. The constant honking of horns and people yelling made me want to shoot out all their tires. Eventually, I had had enough of the car in front of me whose attitude was going just a bit overboard .
"Could you shut the fuck up please sir? It's a red light where the fuck is she supposed to go?" I yelled at the man who was screaming at a young girl in front of him to scoot up. "Hey you mind your damn business chick! I wasn't talking to you!" I immediately caught an attitude. I understand it wasn't any of my business in the first place, but he was being a huge dick.
"Listen man, it's a red fucking light! She can't move up anymore so get back in your car, and chill the fuck out!" He opened up his car door and stuck half his body out to get a full look at me. "No, you listen here you dirty wetback bitch. I'm handling what concerns me so you handle what concerns you!" I know he didn't just go there.
The man was a blonde haired blue eyed white guy in a Pontiac. He looked in his mid thirties, and wore a glistening diamond Rolex on his left arm.
I opened my door and got out of my car, then started to walk in his direction. The light was green now, but I no longer cared. He had crossed the line with that slick comment.
Once I got to his car I pulled my .45 from my waist and pointed it at his head. Gasps came from all directions but I didn't care. I'm going to get my point across.
"Not so big and bad now huh?" Cars began speeding off, including the girl the man was yelling at. He looked at me with fear in his eyes. "Don't ever let me catch you anywhere around here again, got me? Next time this Dirty wetback won't be so fucking generous." I shot through his passenger side window causing him to jump, then backed away from his car. He closed the door then sped off down the road.
Cars were honking from be hind my parked lambo so I put my hand up at them, then got into the car. I drove off and put my gun back on my waist.
Now that I was even more annoyed I decided to give Jaylin a call. I had just seen her yesterday after she came and picked me up from the club, but I needed some winding down time again.
"Jay?"
"What's up?"
"You free right now?"
"Ha, what a funny question. You know I have no life. Swing by." I laughed.
"Alright, I'll be there."
I hung up and continued down the road in the direction of Jaylins house.
A couple blocks down the road a dark car drove up beside me and rolled the window down. I frowned at the man in shades that smiled at me. I rolled down my window.
"Can I help you?" I asked, slowing down my driving speed. He didn't say anything. "Hello?" I said, attitude rising. He simply laughed and let his window back up, then sped off down the road.
Fuck was that about?
