A Detroit Love Thang 3

CHAPTER TWO

On A Mission

It's been a week. Lozella was looking up and down for Loko and Niles. She wasn't giving up. Lozella makes her way inside Aces of Spade, and who does she see? It's like the universe knew what she was up to. Loko was on the dance floor dancing with a few honeys, just in his own world. Lozella wanted to walk over to him at that moment and knock his lights out, but she controlled her tempter. She wanted to enjoy killing Loko and Niles. Why not play cat and mouse with these motherfuckers? Lozella walked around the club making sure everything was intact. She made sure she kept an eye on Loko at all times though.

Trina walked up to Lozella, tapping her on the shoulders.

"What Trina?" Lozella was irritated.

"The girls are complaining. We need new costumes; these are getting a little tired."

"Look, I got y'all okay? When I speak to Hank I'll make sure he get y'all some new costumes. I'm busy right now." Lozella turned around not seeing Loko. She turned again but saw him no more. Dammit, Trina. Lozella walked through the crowd not spotting him anywhere. She walked to the door walking outside.

"You looking for me?" Loko asked, spooking Lozella a bit. "I saw you eyeing me all night sexy. If you wanted a dance all you had to do was give ya' boy a holla." He walked up to Lozella putting his hands around her waist side. Lozella moved his hands quickly.

"Get off me asshole. You don't know who you dealing with." Loko smirked a little.

"Oh really? Who I'm dealing with then, baby," he says, walking up to her again. "I know who you are! You killed my father!" Loko then backed up. His face turned serious.

"What?"

"You killed my father."

"Sorry sweety, I don't know what you talking about."

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. My father is your father." Lozella smirked a little. "I know you killed him, in that warehouse." Loko knew she was for real now.

"Who the fuck are you really?" he said, getting in her face.

"I just told you. I'm your little sister," Lozella says, sarcastically. "My mother was Lola."

"Lola was your mother?"

"I didn't stutter motherfucka. Lola and our father got together and had me." Lozella put her hands to the side.

"Yeah, that's the bitch that set him up and got him sentenced ten years."

"You watch what you say about my mother, nigga! She told me what you and Niles did to my father, and I was watching you to warn you!"

"Warn me?" Loko laughed, not taking her serious.

"Yeah, warn you. Watch your back because I'm coming after you!

"Psycho deserved death and I'm not shedding no tears or guilt. So you do what you have to girly!" Loko says, walking up to Lozella. Lozella smirked at Loko. She knew he didn't take her serious but he will soon enough. Loko walk away unfazed.

Loko made his way home. Closing the door, he made his way to his cell phone. He picked it up, dialing an old number that Niles had but the number was disconnected. He should've known that. He walked to the kitchen looking on his table, getting the white pages and looking up his name. He knew it would be in there. He found a few numbers, wrote them down. He was unfazed by the threats Lozella was sending his way but he still wanted to let Niles know what was going on just in case she was on some real shit.

Somebody knocked on his door. It was two o'clock at night. He didn't fuck with anybody and since Psycho was dead, his organization crashed. Loko wanted out of the business but it was still tied to him in some ways. He walked to the door knowing it was a crack head. He got his merchandise out seeing the guy at the door with his money out. Loko made that trade really quick and made his way back to his cell phone.

It is two in morning. I'll wait and let him know tomorrow. Loko made his way to his bedroom, lying on his queen size bed, closing his eyes. Loko wasn't as financially fit as he was when Psycho had him under his wings, so he had to hustle on his own. He was still a gangster and he still had to do what he had to do in the streets. Hustling was in his blood.