WEST COAST 18+

23.

lol yall gotta remember that even tho we don't like Vikki, she's still a Saint and as a member of a gang, ur supposed to ride for ur people. No matter what.

I made Enrique not do that to show how much he was feeling Dani. he knows Vikki was in the wrong, which is why he didn't react differently when it happened.

And truth be told, Ashton was supposed to get his ass beat for something like that. Enrique was just reminding Dani since she was being a dick for no reason on their date.
W E S T C O A S T

Daniela was in the middle of scrubbing dishes when she heard the doorbell ring. It startled her so bad, she dropped a glass plate onto another and cracked it.

"Fuck!" She hisses, lifting the plate to see the damages. Hearing the impatience of this person as they held down on the doorbell, Daniela purposely dropped the dish into the water to see who it was. "Oh my god, I am coming!" Whoever this was wasn't giving her enough time to answer them, increasing her annoyance by the second. "Get off the damn doorbell!" she shouts, yanking open the door.

The delivery driver jumped, now the one startled. "Are you Daniela Parker?"

Eyeing him in his mail uniform, "I am."

"Sign for these," he said, extending his hand out with a clipboard.

She grabbed the pen even though she was confused. "Sign for what?"

He shrugged, "I don't know what you ordered. Just sign here," tapping to the bottom of the page.

"Uh, lose the attitude. I ain't order that," warning him before scribbling her name down, though she had no clue what was coming to her doorstep. She could be signing away her life, and she blindly did it, slamming the pen down—the man whistling for his partner to step out of the truck.

When he did, the one in front of her dashed off to help, Daniela squinting her eyes and placing her hand on her forehead to block out the sun. She watched them while muddled, the two bringing in these large boxes and smaller ones. They loaded everything into her home before leaving, Daniela wasting no time going for the keys on the coffee table.

She sank to her knees and grabbed one of the small boxes, cutting the tape with a key. She froze for a couple of seconds, lips parting and disbelief clouding over her. The box was brand new, the MacBook packaged inside—even better than the one Vikki ruined a week ago.

"Huh," Daniela muttered to herself, not believing it as she stood up to get to another box. She watched the foam pop up before she stumbled upon her brand-new DJ equipment. She had everything that she thought was irreplaceable, from the USB, cable cords, and the laptop stand to the mixer. Everything. The big boxes even had speakers that she didn't need replaced, but if she was going to have most of her equipment updated, then all of it can be, too. "No, he did not," she said, winded.

She beamed so brightly while dialing a number she suddenly knew by heart. "Hello?"

"Enrique?" she calls out to make sure she entered the right digits on the house phone.

Enrique looked at the caller ID and away from the people he was with. "Daniela," he smiled big at the sound of her voice. "Mi chulita. You got my delivery yet?"

She stared down at her nails. "I did. It's all here and upgraded," and she was very grateful for this all. This was the good shit, but, "Enrique, this isn't what I had."

He hums, "I know. It's better."

"Expensive, too."

"I had to make sure you were good."

Daniela licked her lips, feeling hopelessly devoted to her happiness. "How much was this?"

Enrique voices, "don't worry about that. Just say thank you."