Straight Mobbing

Spooky-I'm bAcK

"Yo Spooky's back in the 'Ridge." After four years of being locked up I was a free man once again. Driving back down the familiar roads it felt that everything had changed. I wasn't a nineteen-year-old gang member. I was a twenty-three-year old gang leader.

"Dude we have to celebrate." Sad eyes says, as we bro hug.

"Not right now, mas tarde." He nods.

"Well what are you gonna do right now?"

"Right now. I need to be with Martina."

I got back into my old car and drove. Feeling the slim, smooth steering wheel was foreign yet so familiar.

I went to watch the sunset and waves crash at the beach; it was my favorite thing to do. It reminded me that even when the sun went away it always came up the next day. Like me, even though I went away, I still came back, it doesn't matter how long time had passed. I always planned on coming back, I had to prove myself.

I heard the exhaust on a fast-coming car, and I feared that I would have to go back to the reality that is gang life. I watched as two hynas got out and started walking away in the opposite direction. Rolling a joint and sparking up, I returned my attention to the ocean as it calmed me down even more.

I hadn't realized the time that had passed, and I finally heard those girls talking again. Listening to their conversation I heard a comment I had never heard before. "If I could have sex with a car...." That alone was funny as shit, because I had thought the same thing when I restored her. I had to see what these hynas really looked like up close, so I hopped of Martina's hood. 

"You can't have sex with the car, but you can have sex with its owner." I'd really like to get into those tight cut offs this girl had on.

I could see her shut down that comment instantly.

"Nah I'm good I just like your car." Of course, I say to myself.

"And I just like you." I say, but I really wanted to say how much I could see her spread across my bed, hair spread out across my pillow, but I resisted.

Her friend much more reserved hadn't said anything and had clung onto her friend.

I watched as they left the parking lot and couldn't get her off my brain.

As I drove back to the house, I pulled down a side street to check on something when I saw the same car pull up to the crib and the same girl hop out of the passenger side. 

I really just hit on the girl who is trying to drag me to Moscow. That was so fucked up I just went home.

At the crib Cesar and the boys were sitting in their normal spots. It made me proud of my familia. They took care of my mano, he was a grown man by now and my house was still standing.

"El jefe esta en casa."

The boys gave me the low down on our new house guest and after a while I went into the house. Everything was the same. Same shitty ass house, town and life. I saw what used to be our money room had turned into our new roommate's bedroom. The door was shut, and I could hear her twisting and turning in her sleep.

Walking into my room Cesar came into the house. "I need to tell you something." I looked at him. "She's literally a Princess." Cesar was now shutting the door to my room. "Yeah she's a princesa." I agreed with him and also thought a fine hyna too.

"No, I literally mean that she's a Princess. Like daughter of a King and Queen." I just stood there.

"What?"

Cesar pulled out his phone and clicked a couple things.

"I mean she's a fucking Princess in line for the throne in Russia." He handed me his phone and there it was, Stassie, she had a tiara and a sash and hundreds of gems draped all over her chest.

"I thought Russia didn't have a King or Queen anymore." I say handing back his phone noticing Monse Finnie as his background.

"Me too and then I realized that her grandfather just one day took over the government and declared his rightful place as King. He realized he was a direct relative to the last Imperial Emperor."

"No shit." Cesar nods.

"So you and Monse huh?" Cesar flushes.

"Yeah I claimed her." My little mano, being a man and shit.

"Aye don't let her papa know though." Monse's dad, son of a Prophet, not in the life but still scary and wanted nothing to do with "the life".

I thought about my situation and Cesar's. Something just didn't feel right.

"So, I'm not just going to fucking Moscow, I'm fucking staying in Russia."

"Yeah and your ass can't handle the cold." I nod.

The last time I was in the cold was when I had to kill some ese in Canada.

By the time I had wrapped my head around the girl in the other room it was five am and some idiot was making a shit ton of noise in the back yard. I got up just as I saw Cesar go out back. I followed him out the door to see Stassie throwing knives at a board.

Cesar was pleading with her to stop before they both knew it; I was standing there.

"QUE MIERDA ES ESE RUIDO?" I say.

"Cuchillo golpeando madera." Stassie turns around and spits out.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Anastasia Irina Alannah sans last name, you must be Spooky."

I scan my eyes over her body. She's still in the same clothes. I can see a few tattoos poking out from her arms definitely placed so she could hide them easily.

"You told me you were Stassie."

"I am, but if we're gonna have to get to know each other you might as well know my real name." She picked up another knife to throw it. Watching her throw knives was hot. But I prefer the easy trigger pull of a gun.

Stassie kept trying to figure out how to include Cesar in her business since I was already put there with no choice and she decided on him telling her about the ins and outs of Freeridge.

She got and made a phone call and before I could ask her anything more pressing (like my dick in these pants).

Back in the house I could hear her walking around talking to someone on the phone. After a little bit I heard the engine cut in a car and she walked out gun in hand pushing through the boys dumbfounded standing in the way.

"Yo who the hell gave that hyna a gun." Sad Eyes asks.

"She's a big girl. She knows how to use it." I say back.

Hopefully she knows how to use it I say to myself.

"Aye she stuck it down her pants. Que estaba caliente."

I'm not worried anymore. No one just loads a gun and willingly puts it in their pants.