Page 4 of Rage & Paradise
“Jesus Santisimo!” I curse as a vase comes hurling through the air and crashes against the wall right by the door.
“Hija de puta! I rip your fucking face off!” Coca yells.
“What in the shit is this.” I rush forward just as Coca lunges for Lisette.
Four other girls stand around Lisette, all of them screaming and cursing at Coca while Lisette covers her face and cries.
“Coca, para!” I yell and grab hold of her. She’s sweating and grinding her teeth together as she tries to push through me. Coca has been here longer than any of the other club bunnies. She’s the one they all listen to or at least that’s always been the case. It’s obvious something intense is happening tonight.
Coca doesn’t get mad. Annoyed, yes. But never violent.
“She’s a disrespectful bitch. I don’t have to deal with this shit.”
“Mentirosa!” Lisette, yells. I turn my head and I swear I can see what looks like a smirk on Lisette’s face. Everyone else is focused on the tears she’s crying though.
“Liar? Me? Estas loca!” Coca yells again and tries to push through me once more.
I need to seperate them before something else comes flying through the air. Wrapping my arms around Coca’s small midsection, I pick her up and walk her into the next room so we can have some privacy.
Both of us are out of breath when I slam the door shut behind us.
“You need to move the fuck out of my way Oro. I won’t stand for this shit! I won’t!” Coca steps to the side trying to get by me but I plant myself in front of the door.
“You’re not getting back in there.”
“You’re not going to stop me. If I have to go through you, I will.”
I clench my jaw and stare down at her. If I were any other brother she wouldn’t dare go against me like this. Guess it’s time for me to remind her that I’m no longer a prospect. I’m a patched member and she’s out of fucking line.
“Cuidase, I know shit is hot right now but don’t forget your place.”
Coca narrows her eyes at me but she doesn’t talk back, instead she takes breath, folds her arms over her chest and nods once.
She knows the deal. She’s angry right now but I know I can count on her to be reasonable.
After we both take a second I lower my voice, “Now what the hell is going on in here? Did a client do something?”
“No, we don’t have any clients. We haven’t had any clients for a few days.” Coca tilts her head waiting for me to catch the hint she’s throwing.
No clients for a few days is strange, usually Seda is bumping.
“Why?”
“No se. At least not for sure. I asked Lisette about it. She was the only one getting any clients and I wanted to make sure she hadn’t said anything or did anything to scare anyone off. The second I approached her on it she flipped out on me. Like she’s hiding something. I have no proof but I’m starting to think that she’s ciphering clients. She’s telling them to meet her somewhere else so she doesn’t have to split the take with the club.”
“What? Why the hell would she do that? We’re the ones keeping her safe, making sure they don’t fuck with her.” I shake my head not wanting to believe what Coca is telling me.
As a club we make sure that all the club bunnies that work for us at Seda are properly taken care of. They have the best of everything including protection and security. I just don’t understand why Lisette would risk being put out.
“She doesn’t need the protection, I don’t think she ever did. I think she found out how much we were pulling in and wanted a piece of the pie. The bitch is a fucking cancer. She’s got all of the girls thinking that we are using them.” Coca shakes her head and looks away from me.
“Shit.” I drag a hand down my face. This is not what I wanted to come into tonight. I’ve got a few options but most if not all of them include me going to the guys with my fucking tail tucked between my legs to let them know that Seda is getting out of control and I need help. I don’t want that.
“Yeah, you can say that again. I knew when we took her on that something was off with her. Her spirit is dark.” Coca continues.
Her spirituality is important to her. As a practicing santera, she goes off vibes and auras a lot. My mother was like that. I don’t know much about it but I do know more times than not, the vibes are correct.
“Look, let me talk to her. Make sure everything is straight upstairs. Stay away from the group of them for the night.” I stare down at her for a second waiting for her to agree. She sucks her teeth, rolls her eyes and cocks her hip out. It’s obvious Coca still wants a piece of Lisette but I can’t allow it.
