Vendetta

Chapter 4: On Time

Dakota
Mid October
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I rolled over in my bed, pulling my black sheets off my legs. Damn. It's hot. I glanced at my window and frowned. I could've sworn I'd left it open before I went to bed. I groaned and rolled my eyes as I pushed myself out of bed.

"I still see your shadows in my room. Can't-" I answer my phone before Juice could even finish his line.

"Yeah?" I say gruffly. I slam my window up and walked around to my dresser. The brisk October air of Chicago, made me shiver, but I didn't mind.

"You're late. It's 4, already." Pulling the sleek black phone from my ear, I checked the time a quiet curse leaving my lips. My phone read 4:02...in the fucking morning. Motherfucker has me waking up at the ass crack of dawn to do some drops.

Like Pedro had said, I was definitely late.

"Hurry up." He ended the call. I tossed my phone onto my bed and pulled my top dresser drawer out. Grabbing some black boxers I hurried and made my way to the ensuite bathroom. I grabbed a black set of towels that were sitting on the sink counter.
I glanced at myself in the mirror.

"Heterochromia iridum." Dr. Bowen looked at his clipboard and scribbled something onto his papers.

"So...Hetero...chromaya Iri-iri-iridisum is the reason why one of my eyes is blue and the other brown?" I asked. Beside me my mother was quiet, listening to my question and the doctor's response.

"Yes, but it's nothing to be ashamed of, " He says. I roll my eyes.

"It makes you all the more unique and beautiful." My mom says.

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I slid out of my new black 20xx E-Class Coup Mercedes and locked it behind me as I made my way to Pedro's front door. Pedro's neighborhood was a little rougher than mine, but his house made up for the crappy ones on his block.  He lived in a two story house with his little sister, Alyssa, and their mom. Pedro's dad died back when we were around twelve or so. You can tell that the loss of Mr. G. is still killing them. Grief is strong and thick in the air here.

With my hands stuffed in my pocket, I walk to his front door. I knock three times and turn to face the street as I wait for an answer. My eyes scan the short block of houses, searching for any disturbances. Beckham street was usually pretty calm and quiet, but I was always cautious of my surroundings.

Over time I learned that I had to be. There wasn't much of a choice.

Behind me, the door swung open and I turned to find Mrs. G. at the door. She was clad in her pale blue nurse scrubs and her hair was pulled into a neat ponytail.

"Kota!" She greets happily as she wraps her arms around me in a hug. She presses a motherly kiss to my cheek with a smile. I grin at her.

"Hey, Mrs. G.," she steps aside to let me in, but stays in the door. That's when I notice her keys and jacket in hand.  "You off to work already?" A frown presses between my brows. It was still early. Only four forty-five in the morning. Ms. G. has always been a nurse, but as I got older, I started noticing the odd hours she was working. I spend most of my time with Pedro, so his mother has become somewhat of a mother to me in ways. It worries me having her out this early. And her shifts are long as fuck at that. Sometimes she doesn't get off until three the next day. And I know Pedro stresses over it. He has her call or text him every few hours.

"Yeah..." She says with a smile as she grabs her purse. "It's a short shift though," I look her over briefly, taking note of the bags under her eyes that she tries to hide with makeup.

"Well, that's good," I say quietly, keeping my smile on my face.

"Pedro's in his room, I gotta go now, but you all behave. Okay?" She says. I nodded and she smiles at me, waving her keys at me before leaving.

I make sure to lock the door behind her, and listen for her car. Gotta make sure she drives off first.
I make my way through the living room to the hallway that led to Pedro's bedroom.  Before I could reach the door, he calls out.

"Aye, fucker!" He says irritated. He's standing over his desk, typing away at his computer. I laugh and lean on the doorframe.

"Lenny claims that someone from The Hole is stealing. He wants us to investigate. He thinks it's Justin, though," I roll my eyes. Of course he thinks it's Justin. Justin steals from every-fucking-body. Shit. I think it's Justin. And that's saying something, because, I hardly ever make assumptions without evidence.

"Well, shit," I shrug and Pedro chuckles. He's thinking the same thing as me.

He closes his laptop and turns to me, keys in hand and a shit eating grin on his face.

"Guess who friended me on Facebook," He grabs his jacket off the back of his desk seat and brushes past me. I turn to follow him down the hall to the front door. We walk past Alyssa's door, which is firmly closed shut.

"Who?" I asked. In all honesty I could give less than two fucks, but just for the sake of a laugh I'm entertaining his bullshit.

"Kayla Washington ," He says with a little cockiness. I roll my eyes and snort a laugh. We walk out the front door to our cars. Kayla was a fucking walking STD, but, hey, be great my boy.

"She's a hoe," And everyone knew it.

Hopping into his black 20xx Jeep wrangler with a laugh, he tells me. "Why'd you think I'm so entertained?"

I roll my eyes with a chuckle as I make my way to my car and back out. I follow close behind my friend's Jeep as we make our way to The Hole.

Okay, guys. This was a pretty tough chapter, along with the previous ones. But anyway I hope you like them.