LOCA QUEEN

Ch.9 Bond

MARISSA'S POV.

It's been about a month since Lalo go locked up and we went our separate ways. it's hard to not think about what could have been but I've been deling with the situation really good. I'm still the same happy person and I'm not gonna let a bad situation take me down.

Today I have to take care of gang business. The drugs dealing aspect of it. Everyone in the gang knows I'm the most responsible and smartest one to sell the drugs to big buyers.

I do my makeup and straighten my hair and put it in a pony tail. I change into a black muscle tank top, blue skinny jeans, and black and white converse. When I'm done I grab my phone and leave.

I'm going to the warehouse part of Monique and Diablo's family's business West Coast Customs, since that's where we keep all the drugs. At least the larger packaged ones.

When I get to the warehouse I go inside and see Diablo and some of the other homies. Including one of the older OG ones, Lucky. He's 37 years old and has been one of the five OG gang leaders to operate the drug system we have.

"hey" Lucky says coming up to me. "hey so what's up?" I say crossing my arms. "you brought your Range Rover?" he asks. "yeah why?" I ask. "take the warehouse truck instead, we got a full box of coke, and a box of marijuana, all you're gonna do is go to this trap house next to the LA river, and leave them there, it's more discreet if you don't take your car" he tells me.

I nod "okay".. "Diablo will explain the rest on the way there" he says and is about to begin walking away but I stop him. "wait what??" I say annoyed. "I thought I was gonna do it alone??" I say to him. He smiles and laughs. "not this time, you may be the Queen, but you're Locasometimes" he says playfully shaking his head. I smile.

I see Diablo and 2 of the homies carrying the boxes walking over to me so I begin to walk back out to my car. Doing this job with Monique's brother seiouslly killed my vibe.

I sit in the driver seat while they load up the boxes. When they're done Diablo sits in the front seat. "where's the trap house at" I ask him. "just go to the LA river, and to the house on the left side of it, I'll give you more directions when we get there" he tells me. I nod.

"we're just gonna leave the boxes there?" I ask him. "yeah, but there's a box of money we need to collect too, should be right there" he says. "whose the drugs for and shit?" I ask. "some new crew, trying to be cool with us" he says.

We drive to the trap house and I park out front but across the street from it. "you stay here" Diablo tells me as he takes off his seat belt. "what?? why??" I ask somewhat offended. "you can take the drugs out of the trunk and I'll get the money and we're out of here" I say with attitude. He smiles at me and licks his lips. "alright sexy let's go" he says then gets off the car.

I roll my eyes and get off. I go to the front of the house and look around for the box of money. But I don't see it. "It's not here" I yell to Diablo whose across the street about to take the boxes out of the car. "what??" he says surprised as he walks and meets me in the middle of the street. "there's no money here foo" I say putting my hands on my hips.

"those motherfuckers-" he starts but is cut off by that sound of a car quickly turning the corner. "go, go, go get in the car!" Diablo yells as he pulls my wrist and begins running. We run to the car but I hear gun shots be fired. I get in the car slouched down so I don't get hit and start my car and drive off.

I still hear shooting but I'm still ducked down and so is Diablo. "turn on 50! go to the fucking main streets!" he yells to me. I do what he says and the shooting stops. I sit up and look in the rear view mirror. The car is gone.

"are you okay??" Diablo asks. "yeah I'm fine are-" I start but I'm cut off by what I see. "Diego you're bleeding!" I tell him as I glance back and forth at the road and the large wet, blood stain on his white t-shirt right over his ribs. "oh fuck!" He says as he lifts up his shirt.

"there's no bullet but they fucking skid me!" he says as he tries to lightly touch it. "don't touch it! that's really deep and long Diego you need stitches" I tell him sternly. "no don't go to the hospital!" he says. In situations like this we never go to the hospital. Unless it's an extremely serious injury.

Because when they ask what happened, they'll get the cops involved and we'll get in serious trouble for gang affilition. Then they'll bust our whole gang.

"we don't need to go to the hospital just, just hold on, take off your shirt and wrap it around your waist" I tell him. "are you sure you're not just trying to see my muscles and tattoos?" he asks jokingly as he follows my instructions. I laugh and shake my head.

He'll make a joke out of any bad situation. It's good sometimes though, it keeps you calm.

I drive back to the warehouse and park in the side parking lot next to the office. "what are we doing back here?" Diablo asks. "just follow me" I tell him as we get off the car. I take out my keys and unlock the office door and turn on the light as we go in.

I go to the large bathroom and go straight to the medicine cabinet. "I , am going to stitch you up" I tell him as I pull out a first aid kit that has everything I need then begin to wash my hands.

"oh hell nah!" he says as he looks at me like I'm crazy. "oh shut up I've done it before" I say as I walk out the bathroom and he follows. "Lay back on the table" I tell him. "don't get any ideas" he says flirtatiously and I just roll my eyes.

He sits at the edge of the table then lays back.

"I swear if you fuck up-" he starts but I cut him off. "be quiet and stay still" I tell him as I put on gloves. I learned how to do this when I took a Clinical Med class at school. That was when I wanted to be a nurse. But I still kept the skills in mind.

"I'm gonna put alcohol so" I warn him. "fuck, just do it" he says a he puts his hands over his forehead. I clean his wound and numb him with a brownish yellow liquid that I just rub on.  

"was it that crew that was shooting?" I ask him. "yeah, we were warned by some of the gangs were cool with to watch out for them but we gave them a shot just cause of the money, guess they thought they could get us like that, fucking youngsters" he says shaking his head.

"fuck, smart one I could've told you guys not to fuck with them" I say shaking my head. He just smacks his lips. We both get quiet for a second while I concetrate on the stitches. "heard up Lalo getting locked up" he starts. I sigh.

"I never had the chance to tell him thanks for saving my sister, I'd go crazy if something happened to Monique, but still, sorry bout the whole situation you know" he says actually sincerely which is weird to me so I can't help but to smile.

"don't be sorry, really, I'm not tripping about it I'm good" I tell him. "that's good, shit will always happen" he says. We continue talking as I stitch him up. I never knew how much of a dick he ISN'T. I guess he's cool once you really talk to him. I've never had  a full conversation with him before out of all the years I've known him.

"ow fuck!" he whines as I finish up the stitches. "oh shut up you can't feel shit" I tell him. "I felt that!" he whines. I laugh. "there, ALL, done" I say as I take off my gloves. I clean it up a little then put the bandages. "when are you gonna take them off?" he asks.

"well those stitches are the ones that disolve so you don't hve to worry about that, but they'll be gone in about a month" I say with a yawn. "well thanks" he says holding up his arms for me to hug him but I just look at him and raise my eyebrows.

He smacks his lips. "come on don't be a dick I'm trying to be nice" he say teasingly. I smile and roll my eyes. I go up to him and give him a hug careful I don't touch his stitches. "you're welcome" I tell him. "let's go" he says as I turn off the lights and we leave. I think w just fucking bonded.

A/N. PICTURE OF DIEGO/DIABLO ON THE SIDE :)