A Detroit Love Thang 3

1984

Lola walked in the nail salon where she now worked. After Chico kicked her out, she went back to buy her old crib with help from her mom. She was able to get the place refinished and everything. She also was able to work with her mom at the shop they owned. Lola was nine months pregnant and ready to pop. It didn't take long though. Her water broke right there inside the shop, during a client's hair do.

"Aw shit girl, somebody call the EMS!" the girl shouted out. Lola backed up against the vanity feeling the contractions tenfold.

"Breath girl," her mom said in her face. "You'll be alright." Lola did as so holding her big belly. The EMS came swiftly, taking Lola to the hospital. Two hours later, Lozella was born. Lola laid there with Lozella in her arms as the social worker came in with paperwork. She began asking her questions about insurance, then asking about the baby's father. Lola looked up at the social worker refusing to give a name. "I'm Lozella's father," she replied.

"Very well," the social worker said, writing everything down then leaving the room. Lola rocked Lozella until she fell asleep.

*****

Seven Weeks Later

Lola walked into the street club where she once worked. She had a baby now so she had to hustle more than she was. The beauty shop wasn't paying her enough and her mom's wasn't about to let her live off her earnings. Her mom was no joke. She made her work for what she wanted. It was never giving unless really needed. Lola walked in the club seeing an old friend she used to strip with.

"Hey ChiChi."

"Heeey Mami! Where yo' ass been?"

"Shit, just had a baby. I've been laying low for a while."

"You did? Shit, it don't look like it. You got that snap back body."

"You know it girl. So yeah um, I'm trying to see if I can get back up in here, I need work."

"Girl you know you have to talk to Rich ass." Rich was the owner of the place. He owned Pretty Women on Van Dyke and Seven Mile.

"Girl I got this," Lola said confidently, walking to the back. She fixed herself and pulled her mini skirt up a little more. She knocked on the door softly.

"Come in," he yelled out. She did as so, walking in making herself look as sexy as she could, which wasn't hard. She closed the door behind her. "Well, well. Look who it is," Rich said, looking seductively at Lola.

Rich was an old but sexy man. He was tall with a short cut and a broad chest. Most of all, his dick hung like he had some black in him.

"Did you miss me Daddy?" Lola said, walking up to him kissing his lips. He received her kiss wrapping his hands around her.

"You damn right I did baby." He turned her around bending her over and quickly pulled his dick out placing it inside of her, pumping hard. This was the first time in seven weeks she'd had sex so she felt like a virgin all over again.

"Yes, daddy keep going," she yelled out. He did what was told, moving his body in a circular motion at the same time slamming his dick inside her. He kept stroking her until he came, pulling out spilling his seed on the floor. Lola pulled her skirt down smiling at Rich.

"So you back baby?" he asked.

"You know I am."

"I need you. You know I was heartbroken when you left me baby," Rich said sincerely.

"I just needed to venture off, see what was out there for me." Lola was playing Rich like a fiddle. They had a secret relationship two years ago when she first started working at the club when she was eighteen. He gave her everything she wanted, anytime of the day. Rich fell hard. He grew fairly close to her but Lola was getting tired of Rich's old ass. She wanted something different so she left the club and Rich. All she could do was tell him she needed her space. He was heartbroken for a while.

"Well, I'm back now so you don't have to worry about that anymore." Lola put her arms around Rich, looking him in the eyes but in her mind she had a plan.

Loko called Niles again to no avail. This time he knew it was his right number so he left a voicemail: I need you to call me back ASAP when you get this message. It's this bitch, I don't know who she is. She claiming some shit and saying she coming after you and me for killing Psycho. Man just call me back. Loko Hung up the phone.

He walked outside hided down the street to the store. That's the one thing he loved the most about Detroit, there was a liquor store on every corner. He walked to the store, going in grabbing Patron, Cîroc, and a bottle of 1800. He put them all on the counter, paying for them and hiding back to his crib. He sat them all on the table not worrying about a cup, drinking out of the bottle. He pulled his gun from out of his backside laying it next to his drinks. When that bitch come, I'm going to be ready for her. Sister my ass, ain't no kin to me. Bring it bitch.