-A few weeks later-
After doing a few runs with Troy and Julius, Sasha learned the ins and out of the gang. How nobody calls Julius 'Jules', or Johnny and Aisha breakup makeup, how most of the female saints rarely do the gritty jobs but mostly aid the male Saints, and nobody goes over Julius.
It felt weird at first joining the gang, but it was even better than her desk job. She wouldn't be missing it much, after all it didn't seem like they noticed her missing.
The lieutenants were a interesting bunch. Dex was the resident smart guy but had a attitude. Johnny was a loud show-off who loved violence, Troy seemed to be a voice of reason but always had a weird vibe to him and there was a mysterious one that was mentioned but never seen. Sasha wonder who was the last lieutenant was, she heard from many Saints on how good they were.
'I hope they're better than Johnny, dude really made me save Aisha's sister.' Sasha angrily thought back to a week ago of the adventure.
Granted Aisha was her favorite singer but still Johnny took all the reward! At least Aisha got her concert tickets.
'If only I could see the look on Niecy's face when I told her about these tickets.' She chuckled, remembering her sister's reaction of the tickets. Shanice had a few choice words of her older sister obtaining her idol's concert tickets. Sasha would have taken her sister to said concert but due to their strain relationship and gang activity, she decided against it.
It's ironic as her parents made sure her siblings were away from gangs, more so the Vice King as they lived in Sunnyvale Gardens.
And now, she has joined a gang started by the leader who created the Vice Kings, Julius Little. It was surreal as she heard many stories about the Kings back in the day and not the new flashy gang. They actual gave back to the community, hosting events and keeping some of the drug dealers away from the projects. Until the 90s happened, that's where King decided to flesh out and become 'legit' while doing other business opportunities.
Sasha couldn't understand how Aisha could be in business with them and sleep at night. 'Well she got Johnny, damn no wonder why she's stressed out.' She thought once again, walking around the church. It was a mild day as some of the crew were hanging around the church or out trying to take over the other gangs.
Aisha wanted to meet up with Sasha in her lavish penthouse, if she doesn't dress in gang colors which was fine with Sasha. She never wore this much purple in her life, although it was a good color but so much she could take.
For today she wore: a pink sundress and white flats, two colors that had no gang relation in the city that was known. She got a cab instead of driving, finding parking in the garage was too much and of the off chance someone recognized her.
Her cab was 15 minutes out, so she waited outside the church for the cab to appear. Troy walked out of the church, eyeing the clothing choice of the newest recruit.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" He questioned the dark-haired woman in front of him. He was going to pull out a cigarette but decided not to.
Sasha rolled her eyes, his sentence reminding her of her father. "Meeting Aisha and trying to blend it Troy." She spoke bluntly to the higher up lieutenant.
"That's actually smart, sure you don't need a ride?" He asked.
"Troy, I left my father's house 5 years ago, I don't need the third degree." She coolly spoke to the man, annoyed by his badgering. He raised his hands up in a defensive gesture.
"Sorry, look I'm not trying to hound you or anything. You're new to this and I just want to make sure you're careful. Last thing we need is a dead body or you in jail." Troy confessed, looking at Sasha. Sasha gave him a confused look; it was touching he cared but slightly weird as it's only been a few weeks.
"Uh thanks, I guess. Look I'm not tryin to be a bitch or anything but I am fine. If I can survive the projects, I'm sure I can handle some gang shit!" Sasha snapped at him, nose flaring in angry. Troy pinched his nose and sighed. Sasha could see her cab coming near so she stepped away from Troy and waited for the cab to come to a stop on the curb.
Troy's lingered stare of her could be felt by Sasha, less sexual but more of a curiosity. Sasha stepped into the back of the cab and waved at Troy in a mocking salute.
He watched as the cab turned down the street, shaking his head. Troy liked to get info on anyone in the gang, researching their history and information. So far, he hadn't gotten a name out of the girl or any basic info. When he tries to bring up causal conversation, she brushes him off or deflects the question which doesn't give him much to go from.
'Who are you?' He pondered as he headed inside the church to his office. Dex was still planning on Los Carnales, Johnny on Vice Kings with the 'Playa', and Lin on the Rollerz.
-Aisha's House –
Sasha arrived at the lush penthouse, staring in awe as Aisha led her to the living room. Colors of light blues, pinks, purples, and yellows all over. Albums on the wall, awards everywhere and pictures of famous people are scatted across making it feel more museum than a home.
Aisha chuckled at her startled expression and guided her to a plush light cream couch. A butler appeared, serving small plates of food with a pitcher of lemonade on the side. Both African American women sat down on the couch, getting to know each other.
The conversation continued until Aisha asked a dreaded question to Sasha.
"Girl, I'm serious what is your name?! Cause I am not finna be callin you 'Playa' like the rest of them!" The R&B diva egged on her new friend. Sasha awkwardly laughed, not wanting to revel too much of herself to Aisha.
Almost everyone in the gang seemed to ask her name and she never gave a reply. Just in case someone decided to look her up or put her family in danger. Plus, it felt kinda cool of not being known by her name, almost like a secret agent.
Aisha asked again as Sasha shook her head no. Not wanting to push even farther, Aisha asked if there was another name (between the two) to call her.
"Uh Selina, you can call me Selina, only you." She narrowed her eyes at the diva, giving her a look to keep this between them only (and not Johnny).
"Like the singer?" Aisha asked, one eyebrow raised in a questioning manner.
"What's not to love about her?" Sasha countered back. Aisha shrugged in agreement as the two women go back to talking.
Aisha talks about how she got started; singing in a church where she was discovered, her first album at 16, touring, meeting various people, being overworked by the Vice Kings, and of course Johnny.
Sasha had to admit Johnny was cute, if he cut the yellow tips off and eased up on the showoff act. She didn't know how the diva even got together with him but somehow, they mix in a way.
'So glad I don't have to deal with him more than needed.' Sasha thanked the heavens on not being around Johnny.
Aisha lamented on her tale of the downside of stardom and recently found out her money has been cut and going to different companies. The diva began to let out a few sobs, Sasha comforting her. Although she couldn't understand, it did hurt to hear her idol going through this.
"Johnny thinks I should fake my death but there are so many pros and cons!" Aisha confided to the new Saint.
"Is that what you want to do though? Once you do it, that's it. No going out, no more hair salon trips, no shopping, girl at least wait til your concert!" Sasha exclaimed to Aisha.
"Well what else do I do? I cant live my life in debt to them until I die! Especially if they find out im with johnny! Eventually I want to get married and start a family and I cant do that with this mismanagement!" Aisha shouted back in anger, not direct towards Sasha. Sasha opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.
Both ladies sat in silence, with an occasional sniffle from Aisha. Aisha had her head in her hands, trying not to cry on her white rug. Sasha sat there, pondering how she help her friend.
"I got it!" Sasha shouted, grabbing Aisha by her shoulders. The diva looked shocked as the newest Saint grabbed her to the diva's room about the plan she came up with. Just in case the butler was on King's payroll (which he wasn't but better late than sorry).
After hashing out the plan with Aisha, it began to get late in the evening. The sky turning into a nice warm pink and purple hues as the city became even more busy as well.
Aisha asked if the Saint wanted to stay the night, but Sasha declined. She just wanted to get home and try to catch up on some more sleep. This gang business had her awake all hours of the night and for once she would like to sleep on time.
The diva called her a cab and bid goodbye to her new friend. Sasha took the elevator down to the lobby as she walked outside to wait for her cab.
The twenty-two-year-old looked back at the recent events in her life while waiting for her cab. Quitting her job, joining a gang, committing crime in only a few weeks' time. Life was never boring with the Saints for sure.
"Where the fuck is this cab at? It's been 10 minutes!" she muttered to herself, searching for a cab. Unfortunately, instead of a yellow cab, a shiny purple Stiletto rolled up with two out of four of the Saints lieutenants.
Johnny Gat in the driver's seat with a cocky grin and Troy looked in amusement of the situation.
"Well you gonna get in or what? I wanna go to Freckle Bitches!" Johnny boomed towards the woman. Troy rolled his eyes as he got in the backseat to let her sit up front.
Sasha rolled her eyes and decide to sit next to Troy than Johnny, surprising the two males. Johnny grumbled under his breathe but proceed to drive to hiss favorite Freckle Bitches. He picked up his phone and called Aisha, letting her know the Saint was with them.
Sasha wished Johnny would roll the roof up but knew he wouldn't. 'So much for wearing my hair out today.' The dark-haired woman thought to herself. Due to Johnny's driving, her hair went from flat iron straight to frizzed out. Troy only chuckled at her misfortune.
"Driving with Johnny is a fuckin nightmare. I woulda drove but it seems Aisha arranged a ride for you." Troy turned to face her, amusement still in his voice. Johnny was now ranting to Aisha about how he is not a taxi service.
"As long as he doesn't get us kill, I'll manage." She responded back, slightly shifted towards him. This is the first time Sasha had a chance to look at the brown hair male. 'Kinda cute in a weird way.' She thought to herself.
The two made idle chat while Johnny broke every traffic law to get to the Freckle Bitches in Tidal Springs. After ordering almost the whole menu, Johnny threw the money at the scared teen in the drive thru and left the lot.
"Yo, Princess, where the fuck exactly do you live?" Johnny questioned the newest Saint.
"Sommerset, your highness." Sasha shot back to the Asian male.
Both males in the car looked at Sasha (Johnny glanced in the mirror as he was the driver) on her address.
"Umm…" Troy began to speak but Johnny beat him to the punch.
"You know that's Rollerz territory, right?" Johnny spoke, wondering how she could not know the gang resided there. She shrugged and he continue the drive.
"You might wanna move, gang could easy take you out." Troy hinted towards her. She rolled her eyes.
"I'll be fine, I barley wear purple and at most they'll think I'm just a pretty face going to school." Sasha answered.
"But I'll look for something closer by the Row just in case. Would hate to get my shit ruined by assholes." She added, the worry draining from Troy's face.
"I'm not helping you move. Hated when I had to help Eesh move." Johnny grumbled to her, driving to her apartment. Sasha chuckled as Troy rolled his eyes at his friend. They drove in comfortable silence until they reached a modest apartment building.
Johnny and Troy both looked at each other as Sasha got out the car, both thinking 'how the hell can she afford this place'? Troy got out the car to walk Sasha to her apartment. She was flattered and accepted the gesture from the man.
Johnny made a crude joke towards the couple until Sasha spat back about calling Aisha. Johnny flipped her off while driving away from the building, Troy laughing at the man.
They both ride the elevator up to the third floor, Sasha's complaints of her feet hurting from all the running around she's been doing which he understands. The elevator door opens as they walk down the hall to the left, nearing her apartment.
Both stood outside her door, facing another. Her 5'5 height to his 5'9 height was obvious as he watched her fumble with her keys.
"Do you want to come inside for a bit, or crash since Johnny drove off?" She asked as the door opened, a shy smile appearing on her face.
Troy had a chance; he could crash here while she sleeps, he could look through her things to gather info about her. He could finally find out her real name! This info he could give to the Chief and help him piece together everything. Normally, this would had excite him as he was getting close towards his goal but something about her made him get rid of those thoughts.
He didn't know he was staring in space until he saw dainty brown fingers waving in his face.
Troy snapped out of his and apologized for staring. He glanced at the brown beauty in front of him and gave her a smile.
"Sure, I would love to crash here." He said, flashing her a smile as he closed the door to the apartment.