Straight Mobbing

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My bosses called with the daily tasks at midnight and I had to deal out who did what. They wanted me to lay low before some asshole offed me, leaving the Santo's out of the chance to expand business. Which meant I had to miss the graduation party one of the homies was throwing.

Sitting at home I just did what I did best. Cook.

Throwing some chicken on the grill, I heard the back door open and out of reflex I pulled my gun. Stassie was standing there with her hands up.

"Just me. Sorry." She says. 

"Its cool." 

"Do you have a lighter I can borrow?" I nod handing her my zippo. "Thanks."

I turn around and she's sitting on the steps with a fat joint.

"Hey if you got the good shit. Pass it over." Stassie nods handing me the joint.

"Whatcha cooking?" 

"Chicken with roasted vegetables." She nods. I notice her white shirt is now slowly turning more red.

"Yo you're bleeding." Panic sets in, in her eyes. "FUCK!" She rushes in the house with me in pursuit. "I was grazed earlier and I thought Evie fucking sewed me up right." I motion for her to show me her stomach.

"You popped a couple stitches. Stop moving." I grab the first aid kit out of the cabinet and grab the stuff I'll need to sew her up.

"If you're gonna do this give me the joint." I laugh handing it to her and wash my hands.

"Ready?" She shakes her head 'no'. I nod and start.

I made quick work of the job and in no time she was all done.

"You didn't even cry. I'm surprised." I say washing my hands.

"Not the first time I've been shot." Stassie shoots out.

"Who the hell would shoot a mujer hermosa like you?" She slowly gets off the counter.

"Rival mobs" Stassie whines. "Fuck this hurt more than last time."

I go back outside and grab the chicken.

"Eat something and I'll give you a painkiller." She shakes her head. 

"Food yes. Painkiller no thanks." I can't believe that this girl right here just got shot and is saying no to pain pills. The last two times I got shot I was regularly taking oxys. 

"Where were you first shot?" I ask her.

"My back. Where were you first shot?" I move my tank top to the side.

"Right here in the collar."

"I've been shot there too." She moves her shirt and shows me. "Comparing gun shot wounds, great ice breaker, right?" I nod.

"Kind of fucked up. I still don't get how a princesa like you would end up in a life like this."

"Well my life really got fucked up because of my asshole brothers. So here I am as my parents last resort. I was never destined for this life but I ended up here and why I'm glad that I won't have to end up shunned like Evie."

"Evie is your friend right?" She shakes her head.

"Hermana."

"She's like fourteen how is she shunned?" Stassie turns around and pulls up her shirt. "She's eighteen and the reason I have this." Stassie's back is extremely tattooed. "That's just a back full of rose tattoos. I don't get what the hell its supposed to be."