Ang was used to people staring, she made a living through it, but no matter what, children staring at her would always make her uncomfortable. Unfortunately even in her most conservative outfit of a black pencil skirt, red blazer, and four inch heels she still had children staring at her with hungry eyes. Some of these kids were going to end up questioning their budding sexuality with the way they were looking at her.
She did her best to ignore them as she made her way to the office, ignoring the secretary who gave her a once over and glared as she stopped and squatted down in front of her daughter. She took Joce’s chin in her hand and turned her face back and forth as she looked at the black eye her kid was developing.
“I assume this is why I was called and not your father,” she said with a raised brow. “You’re lucky I have business here today,” she teased. She ruffled her hair before standing and walking over to the glaring secretary. “Now, where is the one who put their hands on my child?”
Ang stared at the young punk from across the parking lot. He was almost as tall as her, most certainly taller than her daughter who had only peaked at 5’3” much to everyone’s surprise, and dressed in all green. She couldn’t remember which gang those colors were for but he looked like a knock off leprechaun.
“Maman, you don’t have to do this,” Joce said quietly as she watched Ang take her collapsible baton out of the glove box.
“Of course I do poppet, your father can’t because of his job but I have no ties here, you look much like your father, so no one will know who I am if you keep down.” She leaned into the car and kissed her forehead. “Lock the door and stay down.”
She watched the teen as she walked towards him, her eyes narrowing as she saw him selling what looked like drugs. Not only was he a bully who picked on someone smaller than himself, but also was dealing drugs on school property. Troy needed to stop being so useless, he was the chief of police, either he needed to take down the gangs or quit. She remembered how things had been before the current gangs, how he dreamed of fixing the city, going so far as to eventually go undercover, which had been the breaking point of their relationship. He had selfishly left her with their kid, never asking her if she would be able to handle being a single mother, especially a single mother in the Morningstar. She had gotten lucky, she had already been gaining the twin’s trust and it had been the beginning of her start down her current path, but she couldn’t forgive his selfishness. To her credit, she never maligned Troy to their daughter, the kid still thought the world of her father but just didn’t trust him when it came to handling things like this.
“Hey mami, how you doing?” Chad asked in what she figured he thought was his seductive voice. Ah the pains of youth. Was she ever that young?
“Chad, non? Are you seriously dealing drugs to children?”
“What’s it to you, bitch?” The rapid change in tone and attitude almost made her laugh. Such a tough act.
“Where I come from, dealing drugs to other children is taken very seriously. Would you care to stop?” She asked ever so sweetly.
“Fuck off bitch,” Chad proclaimed as he tried to step up to her, only to be met with a punch to the face, he went down on his ass, apparently he didn’t know how to take a punch.
“Now, I’m going to beat you like your parents should have, and you will thank me for it,” she said as she flicked the baton open.
“Damn it, I got blood on my blazer,” Ang complained as she pulled up to a froyo place. As was tradition, whenever she visited her daughter in Stilwater, she always took her to her favorite froyo place. It was always a good time to catch up and to find out the latest gossip. “Oh well, no one’s going to notice a little blood, are they?”
“Nah, they’ll ignore it anyhow. I told you red was for the Brotherhood, they’ll just think you beat someone up like they always do.”
