Tied to a Boss Page 3

Chapter Two

  Two days after the hit on Prince and then getting off with the weed and coke, both he and Dre split the $31,200 from Big Worm as well as the $21,000 that was inside the gym bag that came from Prince’s spot. Dante spent the first day after the second meeting with Big Worm at the Royal Castle searching for Alinna Rodriguez. After checking out the spot that Big Worm had told him about, Dante saw nothing and no one through that the first day.

  He peeped the Lexus truck and the white Acura Legend on the second day of watching the spot. Parked inside the his marble brown and chrome 2013 Nissan Altima inside the same parking lot as the two other vehicles he was casing, Dante watched the four females as they walked past the car. He was instantly caught up starring at the 5'6”, 125-pound Tammy Torres lookalike. He caught one of the other girls from the Acura calling the Tammy Torres lookalike by the name of Alinna. “So you’re the evil bitch that got Fat Ass Worm all shook the hell up?” Dante said to himself, smirking as he sat watching Alinna and her crew through his midnight black tinted windows. All four of the girls entered into the apartment building.

  Hopping out of the Altima, Dante closed the car door and headed toward the apartment entrance. Seeing the four of them heading up the stairwell, Dante broke into a sprint up the hallway to the end of the stairwell to keep sight of them. He then walked up the stairs and was about to step off onto the second level as Alinna and her girls were seen standing in front of apartment D17's door. Dante knew he was slick and they would not know or recognize him so he continue on and walked past as the girls entered into the apartment. Dante even caught some of the conversation the four of them are having. He met eyes with one of the girls as he was peering inside as he walked by; it was the girl who was the passenger inside the Acura as she closed the door.

  Dante pulled out his phone to call Dre as he tried to sneak his way back out of the building as to remain obscured from following the girls.

  “Yeah, who's dis?” Dre answered.

  “What’s up braw? Where you at?”

  “At the spot, what's up?”

  “I finally caught up with the chick fat boy has us on,” Dante replied.

  “Oh yeah? What does she look like?”

  “You know that model Lil Wayne messes with, Tammy Torres?” asked Dante.

  “Hmm ... nah nigga, oh hold up, the Spanish chick that’s in all of those black dudes magazines?”

  “Yeah she’s in all those magazines modeling and shit. Anyways nigga, this Alinna chick looks just like her.” Dante strolled out to his car.

  “Okay so what's up, what we doin?” Dre asked Dante, confused by the excited tone in his voice over Alinna.

  “Get at them clowns Tony T and Vegas. Tell those fools we’re heading to Club Empire tonight and to get to my crib by ten, Dre,” Dante instructed.

  “Wait, what's up fam?”

  “I’ma holla at you tonight,” Dante told Dre. “But, keep this shit between us; we’re handling this shit ourselves.”

  Dante hung up the phone with Dre and then looked over to the Lexus truck that Alinna had climbed out of with that tall, thick, muscular chick, while thinking for a moment. He cranked up the engine of the Altima, backed out, and went to find something to eat.

  Back at the apartment and hearing her phone ring inside her purse, Alinna pulled her out iPhone from her Gucci bag. The screen read, ‘MIGUEL RUIZ CALLING’. She stood up from her seat and passed the joint she was smoking on back to Amber. She walked into the kitchen answering the call from Sergeant Miguel. “Yeah Miguel, what's up?”

  “You already know what's up, sexy mami. When you going to help me out with that little problem Alinna?” Miguel responded on the other end.

  Alinna shook her head keeping all of her comments to herself. Instead, she said, “What you got for me Miguel? And you know I mean business-wise.”

  Laughing and taking the hint again, Miguel became serious. “You ever heard of a guy named Giovanni?”

  “Who hasn't?” she said, and added, “I’ve already tried getting connected with him since he’s close but not too close up there in Atlanta. The problem with him is how can I get at him if he don't mess with anybody?”

  “What's my name?” Miguel said in sarcastic tone

  “Why, what aren't you telling me Miguel?”

  “All I know is you are going to owe me big time for this, Alinna.”

  “Owe you? For what Miguel?”

  “A few months back, I helped out one of Giovanni's boys that's high up in the ranks. There was a bust about to go down with the Miami P.D. and Atlanta P.D. Long story short, I called in my favor and got you a meeting with my guy and he's gonna introduce you to Giovanni.”

  “Miguel!” she said surprised. “Don’t play with me about this shit ...”

  “I'm not playing with you; you know I don't play when it comes to business,” Miguel said.

  “Okay so when's this meeting?” Alinna asks with her annoyance that Miguel had subsided into excitement just like that.

  “He's supposed to call me when everything is ready, I will let you know.”

  “Please keep me on this guy, Miguel,” Alinna pleaded.

  “I got you sexy,” his voice went from serious to something ulterior a little too quickly. “So, how about we meet up tonight?” Miguel slid in.

  “I've got plans with my girls ...” Alinna told Miguel. Not willing to hear anything else, she quickly hung up the phone. She was still excited about the news. Running back in her mind what Miguel just told her, she headed out of the kitchen, back toward the girls to tell them the news, hoping Miguel wasn't bullshitting and could make it happen.

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  Leaving the stash house just before 10:00 and still feeling good after the news from Miguel, Alinna road in the car talking to Vanessa, heading to her townhouse. Of course, Vanessa continued asking questions about the possible meeting that Miguel was trying to set up for Alinna, distrusting the entire plan as usual. Once at her townhouse, Alinna climbed from out of the truck and Vanessa told her she would be back to pick her up around 11:30. Alinna stopped at the front door and unlocked it, peering back at Vanessa driving off and giving the horn a slight honk. As Vanessa drove off and Alinna had stepped in, she noticed something as she closed her door – a dark colored car parked a few doors down. She recognized the car as an Altima but she had never seen the car parked there before in her complex. It caught her attention mostly because it was still running and the parking lights were barely glaring. Alinna still peered at it while closing the door and watched as the car began to slowly pull away.

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  Circling the block riding back around to look upon the townhouse that Alinna just entered, Dante shook his head as he drove away. Dante wondered what type of girl Alinna truly was. Pulling out one of his Black and Mild's, Dante drove while deep in thought, and was just about to light his Black, when he heard police sirens erupt from behind him. He promptly shut the engine off.

  “Ain't this some bullshit,” Dante said aloud while putting out his Black, seeing a Chevy Malibu behind him as he pulled over. Watching the driver's door of the Malibu open up and the driver climb out, Dante sat and watched a Spanish woman get out of the car. She was around 5'1”, 115 pounds, with a 34-26-40 frame, and wearing plain clothes. She approached the driver’s side door, only to tap on the window.

  “What's the problem, officer?” Dante asked after letting down his window.

  “It's Sergeant,” she corrected him with a slight Spanish accent. “Can you please step out of the vehicle Mr. Blackwell?” Dante was caught off guard after hearing her refer to him by name.

  “Can I ask what this is about, Sergeant?” he asked.

  “I am going to ask you one more time Mr. Blackwell to please step out of the vehicle,” she ordered while staring directly into his eyes. She reached back to settle her right hand onto her sidearm.

  He cursed under his breath as he thought of his heater he also had with him. “Excuse me ...” Da
nte began to say to buy himself some time.

  Cutting him off, the sergeant spoke again, “Dante, get out of the fucking car. You’re not in any trouble, yet!”

  Now Dante clearly had a look of question on his face. He truly began to wonder who this chick was. He climbed out of the car slowly and kept his eyes on her. The tone lightened when she looked him up and down; he had to smirk.

  “Damn, you’re finer than I thought you would be,” she said, meeting her eyes with his. “Do you want to know who I am?” she asked.

  “That would be nice.”

  “I am the one person who is going to keep you from seeing the inside of a jail cell or any other lockup again, but there is something you have to give me in return for helping you. You would be free to continue robbing others, such as you and your friend Andre did two nights ago; when you both kicked in the front door of Steve Washington.”

  “Steve who?” Dante questioned hearing every word she was saying.

  “I am sorry you may have known him by Prince, am I right?” the sergeant asked while taking a step forward, staring into his eyes still, and reaching between his legs to grip his package nice and tight.

  “I count on you, whenever I want it, every time I want it. That's in exchange for me making sure you are clear to run the streets with a pass to do whatever you want. Exactly as you did two nights ago. Do we have a deal?”