fuck is you? I ain’t got no …”
Kicking out forward, smashing his boots into Kenny K mid-section, and knocking him down to his knees, Dante lowered his burner aiming it at Kenny K as Alinna stepped up beside him.
“You were saying something, nigga?” Alinna asked smiling a nasty like smile down at Kenny K as he kneeled, looking at her while trying to catch his breath. “I told you before shit was gonna change. Now look at your soft ass.”
Seeing Dre walk back out of the trap house carrying three backpacks, Alinna looked over to Vanessa, and then towards Dre then focused back on Kenny K. “It’s been nice talking with you, but I gotta go now.”
Turning away and staring back towards the Lexus truck after seeing both Dre and Vanessa jogging off around the trap house together, Alinna heard Dante’s Glock ring out once, twice, and then twice more by the time she stopped at the driver’s door to the truck.
“I’m driving,” Dante told Alinna as he jogged up beside her at the driver’s door holding up the truck keys Vanessa tossed him as she and Dre took off.
Getting inside the Lexus and cranking the truck up by the time Alinna walked around to the passenger side and was climbing inside the truck, Dante smashed out from in front of the trap house. They were flying up the street and taking a right at the corner fish tailing the truck.
“You know you should really be a motivation speaker,” Dante told Alinna glancing over to her. “All that talking you were doing to those cowards. Fuck all that. We’ve been planning this shit for four days and you stood talking like a clown for seemingly four years.”
Punching Dante in the arm playfully, he smiled over at him Alinna rolled her eyes as she reached for the half-smoked joint that was inside the ashtray. “How the hell did you and Dre get around the back of the house so fast?”
“We’re hood-niggas’s, shorty,” Dante answered smiling over at Alinna. “We jumped the back gate and ran around the side of the house while you was still talking, running your damn mouth.”
“Fuck you, Dante,” Alinna told him, blowing thick hydro weed smoke. “You and Dre still hitting Rico across town tomorrow?”
“Pretty much,” Dante answered just as his cell phone went off, and then seconds later Alinna’s phone went off.
Pulling out his cell phone, Dante looked to the screen only to see Angela calling. “Shit.”
Looking over to Dante hearing him as she pulled her iPhone from her pocket, Alinna shook her head at Dante mixed attitude, looking at her cell phone screen seeing Miguel calling. “Yeah Miguel, what’s up?
“What’s up my heart, where are you?”
“Driving, why?”
“I have my friend here I told you about. He’s ready to meet you.”
Smiling at the news, Alinna asked, “When does he want to meet?”
“Now,” Miguel answered. “How soon can you be at the Starbucks on 82 nd and 21st Avenue?”
“Gimme twenty minutes.”
“You got fifteen,” Miguel told her, and then hung up the phone.
Ignoring him hanging up on her, Alinna looked to Dante to tell him the good news only to see his balled up face and the way his right hand was gripping the steering wheel. “Dante what’s wrong? What happened?”
“Nothing, I’m good,” Dante answered, staring straight ahead as he drove.
Wanting to push him into telling her what was wrong with him but decided against it, Alinna figured he would tell her if he wanted her to know but instead said, “Guess what? You remember I told you about the friend I know that supposed to introduce me to Geovani guy?”
“Yeah I remember, what about him?”
“He wants to meet now.”
Looking over to Alinna, seeing her smile Dante looked away and asked, “Where at?”
“Starbucks off of 82 nd and 21 st ,” Alinna told him. “You gonna go with me now, right?”
Glancing over back to Alinna, Dante said, “Fuck it,” in his head deciding Alinna over Angela, turning the Lexus truck around heading