Tied to a Boss (8 page)

Chapter 11

Two days after Dante, Dre, and Tony T left for Alabama, Alinna finally got in contact with Narcotics sergeant Miguel Ruiz. After spending nearly an hour on the phone talking to him, she calmed him down enough to agree to meet up with her them to sit down and talk alone. She also wanted to paint a picture that would make him believe that he would be getting some pussy once they met up.

On the night they agreed to meet, Alinna dressed in a tight body-hugging Gucci outfit that showed her every curve with a pair of stiletto heels.

Leaving her townhouse at 8:00 p.m., Alinna drove her Lexus IS350 while calling Miguel phone.

“Alinna?” Miguel answered on the first ring.

“Were you expecting someone else, Miguel?”

“Where are you?”

“That’s why I’m calling. What restaurant are we meeting at?”

“Change of plans,” Miguel told her. “We’re meeting at the Best Western on 62
nd
Street and 14
th
Avenue.”

“That’s a hotel, Miguel. What are…”

“Alinna look, you owe me for that bullshit in…”

“You know what I want? You’ve been playing with me for too long and now you have a choice. Give me what I want or I’m turning you in.”

“What about Dante?”

“Fuck him,” Miguel spit into the phone. “You don’t have to tell that piece of shit anything.”

After a moment of silence, Alinna finally spoke, “If I do this, are we even?”

“Are you agreeing or what?”

“Miguel, I need to know if this will be over if I do this with you?”

“Alright yeah, give me what I want and I’ll forget all of the shit. Now are you coming or what?”

“I’m coming Miguel.”

“You will real soon, a whole fucking lot,” Miguel replied as he hung up the phone.

Hearing Miguel end the call, Alinna called Vanessa’s phone.

“Yeah,” Vanessa answered at the start of the first ring.

“Change of plans,” Alinna told Vanessa, going into a new plan that she came up with while talking to Miguel over the phone.

* * *

Pulling inside the Best Western where she was supposed to meet Miguel, Alinna found a parking spot, parked the Lexus, and then grabbed her Gucci bag and climbed from the car locking the car. As she walked from the Lexus, Alinna looked around the parking lot and spotted Miguel’s Chevy Malibu.

Once inside the hotel lobby, Alinna checked with the front desk only to receive a room key with Miguel’s room number on it.

“Room 107,” Alinna repeated to the desk clerk.

“Yes ma’am,” the clerk told Alinna. Smiling at her thanking the women, Alinna walked off then headed toward the back area where all the hotel room was, finally finding the room after a few minutes of searching.

Using her key, she unlocked the hotel room door, opened the door, stepped inside the room, and closed the door back behind her as she called out to Miguel.

Walking further into the darkened room, but seeing the shine from a single lamp, she quickly saw the light on the bedside table on, but also saw Miguel laid across the bedside wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers and smiling at her.

“I was wondering what was taking you so long,” Miguel told Alinna, as he looked her body over. “Take that shit off and get in bed.”

“Slow down,” Alinna told him with a smile. “Let me go freshen up and then I’m all yours for the night.”

Turning and heading to the bathroom, looking back over her shoulder at Miguel, she saw him watching her caressing his already hardened print through his boxers.

Feeling his heart continue to beat faster, hyped the hell up, Miguel couldn’t believe he was actually about to get Alinna to give up the pussy after chasing her from behind for way to long.

Wondering what was taking her so long after five minutes in the bathroom, Miguel was just about to call out to her when he heard the bathroom door open and then close only to see Alinna walk back out into the bed area fully dressed. “What the hell? Why aren’t you naked?”

“I’ve changed my mind,” Alinna told Miguel, watching his facial expression change. “Relax though, I bought something for you.”

“What the hell are you…” seeing Alinna as well as Amber and Harmony, but quickly noticed the weapon in all three of their hands. Miguel made a dive for his sidepiece over the bedside night table just as heard the blast start from one of the three guns. He felt the bullets slam into his back just a second before the room was lit up the sounds of the three different gun’s ringing out inside the room.

Watching Miguel’s body jump and jerk all over the bed as bullets slammed into him, Alinna tapped first and then Amber. Harmony got their attention and said, “Let’s get out of here.”

* * *

Hearing about the murder of both the hotel worker, Amber Hill and Narcotics sergeant, Miguel Ruiz, Dante sat listening to the broadcast news about a cop killing in Miami all the way in Alabama. Recognizing the cops name instantly but keeping it to himself, he decided not to mention it to Dre or Tony T.

Deciding against calling home to Alinna and finding out what the deal was with Miguel, Dante focused back on getting ready for the night’s mission.

Finishing dressing in the metallic black jeans, white and black Prada short sleeve shirt, all white air max and a leather jacket, Dante grabbed his two .40’s and tucked one in front of his jeans and the other in his back. He was startled at the knocking at his motel room door.

Grabbing his room key and then walking over to his room door, Dante opened the door and saw Dre and Tony T dressed and waiting for him outside his room door.

“Fam, you seen the news?” Dre asked Dante as he was locking the room door.

“Yeah,” Dante answered taking the joint that Tony T held out to him. “I just saw that shit just now.”

“Whoever did the boy gave it to his ass,” Tony T said as they headed out to the parking lot. “Dude took more than fifty-something bullets, that’s some real live mafia shit right there.”

“Fuck that cracker,” Dante said, stepping in the passenger door to the rented navigator.

Dante sat in the front seat next to Dre with Tony T in the back.

Dante pulled out his blacks while asking Dre if he had the package they were supposed to have sent to Big Daddy.

Patting his right pocket Dre said “everything ready fam,” nodding his head as he blew the cigar smoke towards the ceiling of the truck. Dante allowed his mind to focus on his plan’s preparing himself.

* * *

By the time Dre pulled on the strip that the nightclub was on, it was nearly midnight. Dante had Dre let Tony T out in front of the club, telling Tony T to pay their way inside.

Dre found a place to park a block from the club. Both Dante and Dre headed up the street towards the club, ignoring the calls from the girls they passed.

Ignoring the large crowd as they walked to the front door of the club, Dante allowed Dre to step forward in front of him, making an opening through the crowd, hearing and ignoring the people complaining, Dre pushed out of the way.

Hearing the loud whistle and seeing Tony T standing at the front door of Club Ebony, Dante felt a hand grab his arm just as he was getting ready to step up to the front door. Looking down at the hand on his arm, he recognized the woman’s hand as he looked up to meet the owner hands.

“Damn, daddy, you just gonna walk right past me and not say anything?” the female said, looking Dante over loving what she was seeing.

Smirking, Dante simply nodded his head, saying, “Come on, shorty. You’re with me.”

“What about my girls?” she asked him while pointing back to her girls.

Looking from the cute-but-thick, dark brown-skinned shorty to the two girls that she was with, Dante nodded and looked back to shorty with the banging body. “Bring ya girls, come on.”

Seeing the smile upon all three girls face, Dante allowed Ms. Thick to hold onto his arm as he headed straight up to the front door, receiving nods from both security at the front door.

Once inside the night club that was even more crowded then it was outside, Dante led the group over to the bar while searching the club for Big Daddy. He looked for the same picture of the fat muthafucker that was inside of Rachel’s cell phone.

“You and ya girls want something to drink?” Dante asked Ms. Thick, who eagerly bobbed her head up and down.

Having Tony T order each of the girls what they wanted, Dante continued looking around for Big Daddy when he felt the tap on his shoulder. He looked to Dre on his right only to see his boy nod upwards.

Looking in the direction Dre nodded, Dante found himself staring straight through the glass window into the V.I.P. section up on the second level, and saw the fat motherfucker he was looking for.

Nodding his head as he continued watching Big Daddy, Dante shifted his eye’s over to Ms. Thick as she walked up on him smiling.

“You good, shorty?”

“I’m doing fine so far,” she answered, and then asked, “Where you and your boy’s from? You don’t sound like you from here.”

Ignoring her question, Dante asked, “You and your girls wanna make two hundred a piece?”

“Damn, you don’t waste no time do you sexy?” she asked Dante, smiling at him. “What it’s gonna be? Us and you, or all six of us?”

Shaking his head smirking, Dante said, “You misunderstanding me, shorty, I just need you and your girl to deliver something to someone for me.”

“Deliver what?” she asked him, staring at Dante with a funny look on her face. Calling over to Dre, telling him to give him the envelope, Dante took the envelope from Dre and handed it over to Ms. Thick.

“Where’s the money?” she asked, holding out her left hand while hiding the envelope in her right hand.

“I’ll throw in an extra hundred if you keep what’s inside this closed and inside,” Dante told her, pulling a knot from his pocket, counting out seven hundred dollars in all hundreds, and handing the money over to the girl.

Watching Ms. Thick and her girls walk off together, Dante followed Ms. Thick with his eyes, hearing Dre ask, “You think she’ll be able to get past the security at the stairs?”

Still watching as all three girls stopped at the steps that led up into the V.I.P. section, seeing words being exchanged a few moments, Dante allowed a small smile at seeing Ms. Thick kiss both security men on their cheeks then led her girls up the steps into V.I.P.

* * *

Finding out who was up inside the V.I.P. section from the security downstairs, recognizing Big Daddy’s name, and meeting him once before when he came through the strip club she worked at, Brittany lead her girls inside of the packed V.I.P. section, smiling. The room was filled with weed smoke with over ten different opened bottles and even more on top of the table.

Barely making it fully inside the V.I.P. section before her and her girl was rushed by a group of niggas grabbing and feeling all over them, Brittany took a minute to make her way over to where Big Daddy was seated with a thick white girl on his lap, his hand under her skirt as she rubbed between his legs.

“What’s up, baby?” Brittany heard as she stopped in front of Big Daddy’s table. She recognized the dark skinned guy that was slightly smaller than the big dude that was with Mr. Sexy who got her and her girls inside the club.

“I got something for Big Daddy,” Brittany told the guy, seeing the big ass gun on his waist.

“Let me get it,” he told her. “I’ma get it to Big Daddy.

She said, “Fuck it,” after only agreeing to get the envelope to Big Daddy, Brittany gave the letter to the guy and turned and walked off.

Watching the thick as hell female walk away, Dave shook his head as he looked down at the envelope and opening it, seeing it was full of pictures.

Pulling out the seven pictures, Dave looked at the first two, seeing a beat up and bloodied female. As he looked at the third one, he almost dropped the pictures recognizing Big Daddy’s baby sister, Rachel.

“Shit,” Dave said as he finished looking through the pictures only to see a letter with only a phone number two words on it. ‘Call me,’ it read.

Walking over to Big Daddy, Dave got his boss attention saying, “You may wanna see this.”

* * *

Watching from the front passenger’s seat outside the club within the rental car, a crowd of guys burst out the front doors of the club noticing Ms. Thick and her girls forcefully being dragged out of the club. Dante locked on Big Daddy, angrily walking with a wall of bodyguards from the club’s front door and out to the black Benz truck that pulled up in front of the club.

Continuing to watch until the Benz drove out of the parking lot along with two black Escalades trailing behind, Dante finally spoke, saying over to Dre, “Let’s go braw.”

Doing as he was told, Dante cranked up the rental and pulled off, only to make a U-turn, driving the opposite direction from Big Daddy and his crew.

“What’s up, Dee? What we doing now?” Tony T asked from the back seat.

“Wait,” Dante told Tony T only to hear the pre-paid cell phone he bought ringing from inside his pocket moments after he finish speaking.