Page 3 of Chula
“You could get hurt.” Now she smiles. A fucking smile that could take a man to his knees.
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“I didn’t say I would be the one to hurt you,” I remind her.
“I’m not afraid of you, your boy over there, or your crew. I know how this shit works, and you’re not going to scare me.” Fuck me.She’s making my cock hard just listening to her. Whoever she is, she knows some things. Or maybe she’s stupid. I’m not really sure yet.
I reach out my hand and run my fingers along her cheek before wrapping my hand around her throat. Her eyes don’t even widen like most girls’ eyes would.
“You’re new here, so I’m going to let that little attitude slide. But this is my street, my block. If you want to talk shit and act like you’re the fucking queen, then take it a few blocks over, Chula.”
“Do you honestly think squeezing my neck is going to make me rethink my actions?” She challenges me.
“Is it?”
“No, and you’re not squeezing hard enough for my liking.” With that, she reaches up and rips my hand away from her neck and turns, walking away. I watch her walk into the building, and then I finally see the lights flick on and her in the window. The little boy is back to clinging to her. She leans down and presses a kiss to the top of his head before looking out the window. She sees me looking and flips me off. I just laugh.
“She seems great,” Tony laughs.
“Yeah, she shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Why did you think she would be?”
“She’s mouthy. I just wanted to be sure she wasn’t a snitch, too.”
“She doesn’t seem like the type.”
“No. She doesn’t. You hungry?”
“I’m always hungry,” he replies, causing me to laugh.
“Let’s go eat.”
Chapter 3
Luna
I’ve been out and about over the last week. There’s not much going on around here aside from the dick who wouldn’t sell to me. It wasn’t a big deal; I found someone else a few blocks down. I know it was a different crew, but I’m not affiliated with either of them, so I didn’t care.
Davey has gotten into school here, which isn’t the best, but it’s better than what he had before. He actually rides the bus now, and I love that for him. He seems to be enjoying it so far, and that makes me happy.
Now I need to figure out a way to make some money around here. Since I’m not affiliated with any of the gangs, I don’t know where to start. It was so easy at home because I was a Ghost Reaper, but that doesn’t mean shit up here.
“Ahh, Chula. You came back for more,” I hear his voice and close my eyes, taking a deep breath before I turn to face him. He has a Mexican accent that sends a chill down my spine.
“Did you want something?”
“Just wondering why you’re back out here on the street.”
“Maybe I’m a whore looking for a John.”
“No, you’re not.”
“How do you know?”
“I can look at you and tell. I mean it, stay off my streets, Chula.”
“I know your type. I know how this works,” I tell him, pulling up my sleeve and revealing my Ghost Reapers tattoo. I know I shouldn’t show him this, and I regret it as soon as he grabs the back of my neck and spins me, slamming me against the brick wall behind us. I can feel the bricks cutting into my flesh even through my shirt.
