Straight Mobbing

Spooky-Jail

            Stassie had me working on my GED instead of us joining the party going on outside. She had taken over the entire kitchen table organizing the subjects she wanted us to cover. By now it was nearing five o'clock. A couple of the chulas came into the kitchen to get me and Stassie didn't even notice me leave with them. They brought me over to where Cuchillos were sitting. They had their presents and wanted to see Stassie. After a couple minutes of talking to them I went inside to try and get her to come with me.

           Sad Eyes and Mikey were sitting down at the table and looked at all the papers. I knew just as they did that, we did not have a normal childhood. My father got, got, so I got jumped in at eleven. Sad Eyes was jumped in a little later than me, through his family and Mikey followed us wherever we went. So, he left school just like Sad Eyes and me at fourteen. 

We were just a bunch of dumb kids who thought tagging and selling drugs was a better idea than wasting the next four years of our lives, but little did we know we'd all end up in the prison system.

-Sad Eyes was nineteen and charged with possession which got throw out. But he still did a year and a half.

-Mikey was seventeen almost eighteen and was charged with sale of drugs to a minor and tried as an adult. He did a little over two years.

-At nineteen I was charged with criminal possession of a firearm without a permit and after serving four years and a couple calls from Russia, Stassie's dad had my sentence overturned letting me walk a free man a year early.

         We were misunderstood, abused and neglected and it showed when we went to court. The judge wanted to take it easy on us, but prosecution thought that they needed to throw the book at us, so they did in the end. It wasn't the first time we were involved with the police, so they wanted to teach us a lesson. That didn't work, Cuchillos had men on the inside training us on what to do once we got out. Cuchillos called me once a week and on my twenty-first birthday they told me once I got out, I was leading Los Santos under them. I had two years and a couple of months to figure out what I was gonna do. 

When I got out, they told me about Stassie and how she would help me. But she had a different way of handling business. Instead of sending someone to do the job she went and did it herself. After the second time of watching her do this, I figured it was be an effective way to run business and it was.

           Stassie was good at handling any situation and this party was gonna be one of them. Carmen and Evie had dressed her to look like every other hyna outside and it made her feel distant from me somehow. I was used to watching an unpolished Stassie walk around in a t-shirt and shorts. That was the Stassie that made me want her.

I felt her stumble in her high heels as I dragged her over to Cuchillos. I watched as she crossed her arms to cover her boobs after I made a comment about seeing her nipples and I watched as she rushed back into the house. She was managing but not getting a good grip on tonight. I could tell that she was uncomfortable in every aspect of the last ten minutes. 

           Standing in her doorway I observed her carefully open each of the three gifts. Money, a tiara and a cross. Three things ever girl needs (amiright). I contemplated interrupting her but instead I was scanning over each the tiara and cross I could tell she was happy. When she asked me to get a shirt, I knew that I wanted everyone outside to know that Stassie was mine and mine only. Not like anyone was trying to get at her since she strangled Mikey but still, mine. 

I grabbed a black shirt from my closest and walked back into her room. She was look through her clothes topless and was confused about my presence. I threw my shirt at her but all I wanted to do was tug off her skirt and occupy myself with her nakedness. But Cuchillos and her siblings were here so for right now we needed to go outside. I felt my dick twitch painfully and I really needed to stop looking at her.

           I let her pull me over to the circle of stoners still smoking. I watched as everyone's attention focused in on us as I pulled her onto my lap. She was my ruca and they needed to know it. Everyone kept looking at us and then all their bets had come to payday for Ira.

How long did it take for you all to realize that Ira is the same as the IRA because I'm writing this book and I just realized it myself?