Limelight

City Of Angels, Land Of Demons

A/N

I decided to add another person to this story and the face claim will be in "Addition To Part Two Cast ".  Enjoy!

The wind blew in Man Killa's fro as she drove along the streets of Inglewood in her new Chevrolet Chevelle, switching to the Soul4real station and continuing to enjoy the sunset.

" Good afternoon my brothers, sistas, and other good folks. I'm feeling a bit under the weather today but the show must go on. For those who don't know, this is RadioRic and I'm taking things slow with Curtis Mayfield's Diamond In The Back."

She immediately cranked up the volume, taking in the surroundings around her. She couldn't believe how beautiful the weather was; if only her day would be the same.

This morning, she received a call from Cobra, telling her to meet him at a specific spot. She had no idea what to anticipate; all she knew was that she was ready to get it over with...this game of cat and mouse was old from the start.

Cobra was once just another one of 'Ghost's' goons, but he's now an entirely different person.

Maybe that was the point, he wanted to seem like some random goon or bodyguard. He was definitely up to something and she was well aware of it.

Cobra claimed that he was simply following Madear's orders but if the ringleader wanted something done, it would be done the first time they said it. Cobra, on the other hand, would tell her a date and then disappear for weeks.

To be honest, she wanted to gut him every time she saw him, but she knew it wouldn't be that simple.

Cobra had eyes, and he had a plan. Her goal now was to figure out what that plan was and why she was such an important part of it.

Man Killa frowned as she reached the destination which was a rundown-looking building, from the looks of it she could tell it was some kind of bar or club.

Before exiting her car, she sighed and went into her glove compartment to retrieve her gun.

As suspicious as this place was it only made matters worst that he told her to enter from the basement. She walked in with her gun tucked in front, ready for whatever.

A long dim hallway awaited her, and as she moved along it, she noticed little rooms on each side of her.

The rooms didn't have doors, only beaded curtains that barely hid anything. She was never the one to be easily surprised, but this stole the prize. Man Killa survived in the Bronx and saw a lot in the process but never once did she fall witness to a whore house.

Today would go down in her book as the first time she saw a white penis." What the fuck." she mumbled to herself, refusing to look anymore for all the moaning was enough.

Coincidently upstairs Curtis threw back another shot, desensitized to the burning sensation that it gave his body.

He lost count of how much he consumed but he was now seeing double.

The place was dimmed with shades of red, purple, and blue. Paradise was the name,  considered one of the lowest places in Inglewood, surely not a place that would be in Mid-City where he should've been with Delilah.