Chapter 42

D-loc and K.C. rode to Pam’s house to collect. It was already dark, but the sun was still half way up.

D-loc pulled his gold Hummer2 in front of the building and double parked. He reached into the arm rest, grabbed his nine and the bag of coke. He dipped the finger nail he’d grown for this very reason inside and pulled out a little pile.

Holding it to his nose he plugged one nostril and snorted. His head shot back on the headrest, and he waited as the drug picked him up.

He didn’t need it he told himself. He was just having fun.

When he felt the little peek of energy he shivered and shook his head.

“Let’s go,” he said a little too loud. K.C. stared at him. “What?” he asked.

K.C. shook his head and got out of the car. D-loc followed putting his gun in his waist band.

They walked to Pam’s apartment, K.C. knocked on the door.

“You heard what happened to Villa and his bitch?” D-loc asked K.C.

“Young Pac fucked her…”

D-loc’s eyes got big, “Naw.”

“Yeah, nigga what was you talking ‘bout?”

“Bruce-Bruce,” D-loc said.

“Damn baby girl’s a hoe, Rod was up in it too,” K.C. said. “The bad part is Villa don’t know ‘bout it. She only there taking his money.”

“Damn, Mah was born with a dick in her,” D-loc laughed. “But yeah, I’m talking ‘bout Villa just got out and she pregnant.”

K.C. looked at D-loc and started laughing.

D-loc pounded on the door.

“I’m comin’,” he heard her yell and then the door swung open. “If y’all ain’t the police then y’all need to calm y’all happy asses down.”

D-loc was stuck. She was well tanned and mixed with something other than Mexican. Black? Maybe, white? Her hair was pulled into a long black high pony tail, and her blue eyes shone brighter because of her hair color. She was perfect with a small earring in her nose.

She wore no makeup and looked flawless. D-loc looked down at her spaghetti strap t-shirt which stopped above her navel. Her breasts were perfect for her body and perky.

She can’t have on no bra, he thought looking down at the black cutoff jeans with the pockets showing.

“Who the fuck is you?” K.C. was the first to speak.

“The fuck is you nigga?” she shot back, and D-loc bit his lip as he got hard.

K.C. walked in moving the girl back by force. “Where’s Pam?”

D-loc followed.

“What the fuck? Get out!”

“Shut up bitch,” K.C. yelled. “Where the fuck is Pam?”

“Bitch? Nigga you’s the bitch. I’m gonna-” K.C. grabbed her by both arms. “Let me go!”

He took one hand and grabbed his gun as D-loc closed the door. He placed it to her temple, “I said shut up… bitch.”

She was silent, her wide eyes scared. And D-loc thought she looked even better. He’d made up his mind that he wanted her, and he’d have her too. He was debating whether it’d be by will or force when he grabbed K.C.

“Aye cuz, let me handle this.”

K.C. reluctantly moved his gun and walked off.

“Hey,” D-loc said stepping up to her. She had to be five eight because he was five eleven and she was almost his height. “I’m D-loc,” he said putting out his hand.

Fuck she is fine, he thought.

“I’m Ariel, Ari,” she said nervously shaking his hand.

D-loc could smell her fruity perfume and the contact with her soft hands was driving him crazy.

“That’s K.C. Don’t trip off him he ain’t too happy, we looked fo’ Pam she lives here.”

Ari nodded, “I’m her cousin. She asked me to watch her place ‘til she get back.”

D-loc nodded and smiled. Ari smiled uneasily, and he could tell she was nervous. And it turned him on even more. He loved it when they were scared.

“Do you know when she’ll be back?”

She shrugged and said, “I don’t know, but that bitch need to come on. She been gone for a few days already, and I ain’t heard from the hoe. Ain’t even answering her phone.”

D-loc nodded thinking they were going to have to kill Pam. She more than likely stole they shit and the money and ran. But D-loc asked anyway, “Did she leave anything for us?”

Ari looked at him but did not answer right away. Then she squinted, “I don’t think so.”

“She didn’t leave nothing for Spin?”

“Huh? Oh! Oh! That’s y’all? Shit I’m sorry, I thought y’all was crack heads and then when he pulled out the gun-” she was laughing. D-loc couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful she was. “I thought y’all was gonna rob me. Yeah, she left shit and-” She looked shy. “I hope you don’t mind I cooked it and-”

“You can cook?”

She shrugged, and D-loc smiled.

She walked over to the sofa and lifted the middle seat cushion. K.C. watched on uninterested. She came back with a stack of money.

“I sold it all.” D-loc blinked. Pam never sold it all. “Five grand,” she said and he took it looking amazed.

“Aye,” he said and gave her two g’s. “You wanna make that every week?” She looked at him. “You can take Pam’s spot, we’ll deal with it if or when she comes back.” D-loc knew it was her cousin, but money was money. She took the money, “What do I do?”

“What you just did babe. Make money,” D-loc smiled then waved to K.C. so they could leave. “We’ll be back with mo’e,” he said. “We gonna be seeing a lot of each other.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

D-loc smiled at her. “What’s your number?”

She gave it to him biting her lip seductively.

“I’ll holla,” he said leaving.

She closed the door after he left and put her back to it breathing deeply to calm her nerves. She walked to the kitchen where she pulled out her phone. She pressed three and call.

“Hello,” the woman answered.

“It’s me. I made contact,” she said.

“How was it?”

“The nigga’s a love sick puppy,” she said.

“Good, keep in touch Brit.”