WEST COAST 18+

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outfit for the beginning of chapter.

W E S T C O A S T

Enrique stayed by Daniela's side last night to ensure her well-being, harboring this rage in his chest for what happened to her. He only had a couple of details to go off of regarding who robbed the place, Enrique using his hours to keep her distracted while Berto was out asking questions.

"Enrique!" Daniela shrieks, her face warming up as she tried pulling her knee to her chest, but Enrique had a firm hold on her ankle.

Enrique gazed up at her, "I thought you said you liked someone kissing on yo toes."

She spoke softly, "I do; you just make me nervous."

"I make you nervous?"

"Yes," she pants out, Enrique making a trail of kisses up her calf. "Stop. I'ma get real horny," she warns.

"You easyyyyy."

Daniela's mouth hangs open. He couldn't be talking. "Enrique, you would've let me hit in the back of that U-Haul truck."

He spoke while massaging her foot gently, "In a U-Haul truck is crazy. I got some decorum."

Her head hung low. "Decorum and you don't even belong in the same sentence." He was barking at her down the street to get her attention-whistling at her and saying some freaky shit in Spanish when they were only acquaintances.

"We've done it in some out-of-the-box places, but we ain't ever doing that. It ain't even sanitary," Enrique says. Watching her unwrap a hot pickled sausage she made Ashton get at the store, Enrique's face twisted with disgust. "I wish they would recall those shits."

Daniela tore a piece off with her teeth. "Mhmmmmmmm. So good," smacking loudly.

"Ya breath gon' stank." Daniela lifted up to draw herself closer to him, Enrique holding his arm out as she tried lying on him. "Daniela, move."

"Come give me a kiss, baby," puckering her lips at him, the smell of the hot sausage fanning his nose.

He stopped breathing. "Ew."

She smirks at his disgust. "Say ew all you want, but you ain't back up an inch." Enrique covers his nose and mouth as she goes to kiss. "Don't do me like that. They're not that bad."

"Them shits don't even look safe to eat." It was pinkish-red, something that was gonna upset her stomach quick as hell if she ain't put it down.

Daniela propped her arm up to rest her head on her hand, draping her leg over his torso. "When we had our struggle meals, I used to go to my quarter stash and grab one of these and a cup of noodles."

Staring blankly off, he mumbles, "Damn."

"What was y'all struggle meal?"

"Nah. We had money, brokey," Enrique laughing as Daniela went to smack his dick, but he blocked her. He asks her, "That's why you're so adamant about working-you're scared of not having it?" He knew she liked having her own, but her hustle made more sense.

"I also like knowing that without a man, I got it," Daniela responds.

Shanti has just opened the door. "Uh oh, am I interrupting something?" she asks, creeping in to see them boo'd up.

Daniela slowly sat up, asking, "What you doing here, bookie?"

She answers, "Came to check on my girl." The timing couldn't have been better-Berto contacting Enrique about who was behind the robbery.

Daniela felt Enrique get up, gently moving her to the mattress. "You really gotta leave?" she asks, saddened.

He ain't want to. "I'm not gonna be long."