Cocoa was on the couch, stroking her poodle. There was some lovey-dovey s**t with Sandra Bullock on the television, and Cocoa was staring out the window. She saw two cats humping in the yard, one looking like it was r****g the other, but she paid them no mind. Her thoughts were on Chino. She knew it was her fault—she could have just let him go—but she was still angry with him. For a number of reasons. First, she was angry at him for falling in love with the b***h. Second, she was angry at him for killing so many of her guys. Third, she was angry he was coming to kill her.
She didn"t want to call Mikey Constantino, but she saw no other way. She sat there, staring at her phone. She picked it up and punched in the number. The phone rang four times and Cocoa thought she was gonna get voicemai
