Pochita Novels & Stories

Months later . . . The craving for chocolate hit her hard. Ooey, gooey, melt-in-her-mouth goodness. Rubbing her rounded belly, Thea rose from the couch and headed to the kitchen, but just like poor Old Mother Hubbard's, her cupboards were bare. The silly children's rhyme made her smile as she perused the shelves. Saltine crackers, cans of soup, some stale cereal. No chocolate. I guess I should have done some grocery shopping before coming home from work.

Razor I think I’m going to enjoy this new state and this town. It’s everything I need to grow my crew and run this whole place to where I won’t have to lift another finger to watch the cash roll in. I need a port town to make my deal with the Cartel but there is a thorn standing in my way by the name of C.H.A.O.S. They control the ports and this town, making it impossible for a crew to make any good money. Skin, drugs, weapons, and drugs are where the earning of the green lies. It doesn’t help matters much that this little crew is also backed by the most powerful MC in two states, the Death Riders. It is not fair and I’m planning on making myself right at home in Palomino Bay.

“Yea, why not?” I searched his mind. The tone of his voice made me think that he wasn’t telling me everything. I took a deep breath. “What are you not telling me?” I finally asked when I came up with nothing. “Nothing, Piccolo. Rest, and I’ll make something to eat.” “I’m not really that hungry right now, but I do want to take a nap. Carry me to the bed, please.” He chuckled. “I really need to stop spoiling you.” I fake gasped. “What? Why?”