WEST COAST 18+

42.

IMPORTANT: I have one more chapter to write and then the book will be done. the note at the end will explain why.

W E S T C O A S T

Daniela, please talk to me.

I hate when you act this way.

Daniela, why are you ignoring me?

You would think these were messages sent from a romantic partner, but no. It was Kristen. And just when Daniela thought she was leaving her alone, Kristen was texting her through another fake account.

Kristen, if you text me again, I'ma get somebody to beat yo ass, Daniela sent and blocked her page immediately after.

The obsession she had with talking to her was crazy. She was doing anything to get a reaction out of Daniela, making subliminal posts to upset her-but Daniela was unaware of it until Britt showed her. If Kristen really knew Daniela, she'd know Daniela ain't care for the internet shit.

Kristen tried apologizing after, excusing the behavior because she was 'mad.' Daniela could've easily handled this herself or even asked Enrique to send some of the Saints her way to get the message, but she wasn't sure how that would turn out.

That girl could be found dead or alive, and Daniela wasn't sure if she wanted a body on her conscience.

"This party is so lit!" Some random white boy screamed in Daniela's way as he ran through the party, drunk off his ass.

"So lit," she replied, giving him a thumbs-up and a fake smile. She was DJing this house party full of college students, taking on any gig she can. Daniela has plans for herself, so that meant she had to hustle to get where she wanted to be.

"These mothafuckas crazy," Shanti said with wide eyes, watching people push each other like this was some damn rave, popping molly's like candy.

"All I know is that nobody better knock my shit over," Daniela responds, checking her phone for the tenth time tonight. Usually Enrique showed up at some point, but she hasn't seen him for hours.

It's been a week since the robbery, and Daniela felt like she was past that. She wasn't about to let that control her life, really avoiding shit. But Enrique wasn't. He didn't know who could come after her for his actions, making Pablo follow her around for her safety. She understood, but tonight she didn't care because she was upset with Enrique-failing to let either of them know where she'd be.

where you at? Enrique's text coming through and being read.

Daniela stood up from being hunched over, replying, now you know how to text my phone?

But he ignored her question after seeing she stopped sharing her whereabouts. Drop your location. That's how he knew she was on some shit tonight. She did that quickly when she was annoyed.

I don't want you here.

I don't care what you want. Send that shit, he replied, Daniela's top lip tooted up, but she sent it anyway. Enrique tapped it, the fuck you doing all the way out there? She was almost two hours from her home.

work.

why you ain't tell me?

Daniela was quick to say, I did, but you dodged my texts for hours. Enrique scrolled past her texts, catching her worry about him while she also cursed his ass out.

He sighed, my bad, Dani. I was working.

She sends, like always, before dropping her phone onto her stand. She stood there and crossed her arms, Shanti poking her cheek.