Tied to a Boss 2 (4 page)

Sighing deeply, Vanessa looked back at Angela and apologized, “Sorry! I’m not used to dealing with the police.”

“It’s okay!” Angela replied. “You can relax. I’m on your side, Vanessa.”

“That’s what Dante tells me,” Vanessa said in response, just as both Dre and Tony T walked up.

“Hi, Andre,” Angela spoke, smiling at Dre.

“What’s up, Angela?” Dre asked, nodding his head at Angela as he caught the look Vanessa shot back at him over her shoulder.

“What’s up, fellas? We ready?” Dante asked as he handed Vanessa his daughter and then gave D.J. over to Angela.

We good, Play Boy?” Tony T answered, pulling his cell phone out and staring down at the screen.

Dante turned to Angela and kissed her on the lips and his son’s head. Then he kissed Vanessa’s cheek and the top of Mya’s head before walking off. Both Dre and Tony T followed behind him.

Dante climbed inside the passenger front seat of the Ford Explorer, as Tony T climbed inside the back seat. Dre walked around to the driver’s seat. Dante glanced out the window, seeing both Vanessa and Angela stepping inside the house as Dre began asking about Victor Fayman.

“It’s a lil party that’s supposed to be jumping off at some night club named Royalty,” Dante told Dre. Pulling out his Black & Mild’s, he continued, “From what I found out, this clown Victor supposed to be having his 30th birthday party at this club.”

“When this party supposed to be?” Dre asked, glancing over to Dante from the road.

“We should get to Phoenix by Thursday and the party supposed to be Saturday night,” Dante answered. He looked back at hearing Tony T call his name.

“Harmony wanna talk to you, bruh!” Tony T told him, handing Dante his cell phone.

Taking the phone, Dante turned back facing front. He placed the phone to his ear and said, “Yeah! What’s up, Harmony?”

“Hey, boo!” Harmony happily said after hearing Dante’s voice. “I just wanted to tell you thanks for the money you left me. Where you get a hundred grand from, boy?”

“Let’s just say it’s an apology for not handling that lil problem when I was supposed to.”

“Tony T told me what you did. Thanks, Dante.”

“No, thank you! We family.”

“I love you, boy.”

“Yeah! Love you too, Harmony,” Dante told her, passing the phone back to Tony T.

Watching his boy while driving the rental, Dre easily noticed the change in his best friend. He also noticed the way that Dante was opening himself up to feel for the others inside the family and Angela since having both his son, D.J., and his daughter, Mya.

“What’s up, family?” Dante asked, while noticing Dre watching him.

Smiling, Dre answered, “Nothing, fam! It ain’t nothing, bruh!”

Chapter 4

Finishing up business for the day after making her last sale, Alinna drove her BMW home while trying to ignore the thoughts of Dante she had been having all day. She was unwilling to admit she actually missed him after not seeing him since Harmony was shot by Raul’s people.

Deep in thought about Dante, she heard a bell-like sound inside her car. Glancing down to see the gas light was on, Alinna cursed and, after looking back at the road, noticed she was passing a BP gas station.

Making a quick left turn, Alinna pulled into the gas station entrance just as a metallic gray Cadillac ATS-V was pulling out of the gas station. She slammed on the brakes too late and ran into the ATS.

“Shit!” Alinna cursed, throwing the BMW into park before jumping out of the car. A tall, clean-shaven, brown-skinned guy climbed out of the ATS yelling, “Muthafucker! What the fuck is wrong with you? Can’t you read?”

Looking at the exit sign that shorty was pointing at, the guy looked back to the short but sexy-as-hell female. He slowly smiled and said, “I read pretty good, beautiful. But you may wanna look at the sign again though.”

“What?” Alinna replied, seeing homeboy nodding his head. She looking over at the entrance sign only to freeze at realizing the sign actually said
exit
. “Shit!”

Smiling still as he slowly looked the female over, he said, “Relax, gorgeous! It was an accident. I’m willing to forget about it if you’ll do two things for me.”

Looking the guy over in his Ralph Lauren navy-blue suit that showed off his nicely muscular body, Alinna noticed the smile on his face. She shook her head wondering where things were about to go. “What exactly is it you want…?”

“Alex!” he finished for Alinna. He then asked, “I was only wondering what your name was? And would you consider having dinner with me this weekend?”

Sighing loudly, Alinna started to reply, only for Alex to speak up again, “I’m not asking for anything more than your name and dinner. Nothing more and nothing less.”

Staring at the guy a moment, Alinna noticed that he was actually cute. She sighed again and said, “My name’s Alinna, Alex.”

Smiling a little more as he walked closer, he held out his hand to Alinna and said, “It’s good meeting you, Alinna. I hope this also means you’ll have dinner with me tomorrow night.”

Staring up into his eyes and ignoring the thought of Dante, Alinna heard herself say, “Alright, Alex! We can have dinner this one time.”

* * *

Making it to the house later than she had planned, after talking with the cutie Alex at the BP station, Alinna parked the BMW in the front of the house and headed to the front door. Just then, the door swung open and Vanessa stepped out with D.J. in her arms.

“Where you two going?” Alinna asked Vanessa. She then bent over and kissed D.J.’s cheek, which caused him to smile at her.

“I’m taking my nephew out to eat dinner. Just him and his auntie.”

“What about A.J.?”

“He’s already asleep in Rose’s room. He and me got plans tomorrow,” Vanessa told her. She continued, “Yeah! I talked to Dante, too. They made it to Phoenix and should be hooking up with this Victor guy tomorrow night. He said they should be back by Monday if everything goes right.”

“Whatever!” Alinna replied carelessly, rolling her eyes as she walked past Vanessa into the house.

Shaking her head, Vanessa walked out to her BMW truck and put D.J. inside A.J.’s baby seat in the back. Then she climbed up front behind the wheel.

Pulling out her cell phone, Vanessa called Angela’s phone as she was cranking up the truck.

“Hello!” Angela answered after two rings.

“Angela, you home yet? This Vanessa.”

“I walked into the house just now. You still coming over?”

“I’m on my way over with D.J. now.”

“Okay! We’ll be ready when you get here. Have you talked to Dante yet?”

“He hasn’t called you yet?”

“Dante doesn’t like to call me when he’s out of town.”

“Well, Dante’s fine and he says they should be back by Monday.”

“That’s good to hear. But the next time you talk to him, let him know I got the information he wanted before he left.”

“What information?”

“I’ll let Dante tell you that when you talk to him.”

“Well, let me get off this phone. I’ll be to the house in a little while.”

After hanging up with Angela, Vanessa continued driving but wondered what Angela was talking about and what Dante was up to.

* * *

Finding out a little more information about Victor Fayman while trailing the guy all over Phoenix, Dante found out that he was already dealing with a little issue with some Dominican cocaine dealer who actually had Phoenix in a chokehold. That is, until Victor had shown up, stepping on the feet of the Dominican and stealing business away from him.

Dante was dressed in an all-black Sean John suit with a matching button-up dress shirt, no tie, and Sean John shoes. Dante was waiting outside next to the Ford Explorer, which was parked inside the hotel parking lot where they were staying. He turned and saw Dre and Tony T finally step out of the hotel dressed up as well.

“I ain’t feeling all this suit-wearing shit!” Dre said, as he headed towards the driver’s door, shooting Dante a look.

Climbing inside the front passenger seat, Dante looked over to Dre and said, “Relax, family. It’s just for tonight. Once we handle this clown Victor, we outta here and heading back home.”

Once Dre cranked up the Explorer and pulled out of the hotel parking lot, Dante went over the plan again with both Tony T and Dre, as they headed towards Club Royalty where Victor’s birthday party was being celebrated.

They arrived 20 minutes later to a long-as-hell line of cars, SUVs, and hooked-up trucks. Dante sat smoking a Black while staring out his window as Dre slowly made his way up the road, seeing females and groups of different guys walking up the road heading to the nightclub.

After Dre found a spot to park a short ways from the club, Dante, Dre, and Tony T walked back up towards the club. They received a few calls from the ladies in line, which they ignored, as they continued on with their business.

“I see homeboy got a lil style,” Tony T said, nodding to the two stretch Mercedes truck limos.

Dante noticed the limos but paid no attention to them, as he, Dre, and Tony T walked through the club’s front parking area. He called out to Dre and watched his boy step ahead of him, forcefully pushing open a path through the thick crowd that was blocking their way to the front door of the club. Tony T stepped ahead up to three security dudes who were blocking the doors to the club.

He spoke with the security guards while Dante stood behind and, still smoking his Black, watched Tony T hand each of the security guards some money. Tony T then nodded back at him and Dre.

They received nods from two of the guards, so Dante and Dre started moving forward to enter the nightclub. However, Dante was stopped and grabbed by the third security on the right.

“Put out the cigar before you enter the club,” the third security guard told Dante, staring hard at him.

Looking from the hand on his arm up to meet the brown eyes of the security guard, Dante calmly knocked the lit tip of the Black & Mild out of his mouth with his thumb. He looked at the security guard who then released him.

Shaking his head as he stepped through the doors of Club Royalty, Dante fell in step with both Tony T and Dre, slowly nodding his head to Jay-Z, Kanye West, and Big Sean’s song “Click” that was banging from the club’s speakers.

“Damn, baby! Who you?” a light-skinned female yelled over the music, stopping in front of Dante, blocking his path and smiling in his face.

Barely meeting the girls eyes, Dante stepped around her and continued in his direction to the bar, leaving the girl staring at him with her face balled up in both embarrassment and anger.

Making it to the bar, Dante directed his attention to the V.I.P. area easily spotting Victor Fayman as he stood with four girls surrounding him while huge crowds gathered around drinking and having a good time.

“For someone beefing with a muthafucker, homeboy hanging the fuck out, ain’t he?” Tony T said. He moved beside Dante on his left side and handed his boy a bottle of Corona while also staring at the V.I.P. area.

“Naw!” Dante replied, as he took the bottle from Tony T. “Dude on point. He got six niggas with bangers up in V.I.P. with ‘em, and I see three of his boys posted at the stairs while he up there. Homeboy at the door one of his, too.”

“You mean the dude who stopped you about the Black?”

“Yeah! I saw him with Victor once before.”

“So what’s the plan on getting up there with this clown?” Dre yelled over the D.J., who was giving shout-outs to the birthday boy. Spotlights lit up the V.I.P. section.

Not answering Dre directly back, Dante took a sip of Corona and simply stared towards the V.I.P. section.

* * *

Dominic’s chauffeur-driven pearl-white Bentley Continental GT pulled up in front of Club Royalty behind the Range Rover that had seven of his men inside. Another Range Rover followed behind. He stared angrily through his window as his driver followed the lead Range Rover through the parking lot of Club Royalty, seeing people quickly rush to get out of the way.

The Bentley stopped at the front of the club’s entrance, as Dominic’s men rushed out of both Range Rovers. Dominic waited until his armed driver opened his door for him. He climbed out of the Bentley as his head-of-security stepped up to meet him.

“Everyone’s ready, sir,” Carlos told his boss.

Nodding his head in response, while watching his men push through the crowd, Dominic spoke up saying, “Let’s get this handled, Carlos.”

* * *

“What’s going on, Dre?” Tony T asked, watching Victor and his team rushing down the stairs from the V.I.P. area.

Noticing the same thing that Tony T was seeing, Dante looked over from Victor and his crew to the doors of the club’s entrance, instantly recognizing the Dominican drug lord and the team he had with him as they rushed into the club.

“Shit about to get real as fuck up in this shit, fam!” Dre said, as he too stood watching the scene unfold.

As they were watching both crews meet head up, Dante came up with a plan. “Follow my lead, fellas! We about to make some shit happen.”

* * *

“You must really be a stupid muthafucker coming up in here like you ready for war,” Victor told Dominic, smirking at the Dominican.

“I’m glad to see this is a funny matter to you, Victor,” Dominic replied, before adding, “The problem here though is that only one of us will leave this club tonight.”

“You’re right!” Victor said, smiling, just as a gun was placed up to the side of Dominic’s head.

Dominic’s security realized what was happening, so they pulled out their guns and turned towards their boss. Victor opened his mouth to say something when the bodyguard on his right went down, followed by the bodyguard on his left. He then felt a gun against the side of his head.

“Tell your man to put the gun down and then walk over this way,” Dante told Victor as he held homeboy at gunpoint.

“You must not know who . . .”

Dante smashed the handle of his banger across the side of Victor’s head. When Victor staggered to his left from the blow, Dante said again, “Tell ya men to put down their guns and walk this way.”

Blinking his eyes to get his vision back after being hit across the head, Victor opened his mouth to say something to the gunman, only to feel the gun pressed harder against his head. He thought better of his decision and did what was told of him.

From the front door, Dante watched homeboy drop his gun from Dominic’s head and lay the banger onto the ground. He waited until homeboy walked over and then released Victor, whispering, “This ain’t finished between us.”

Dre and Tony T followed Dante as they walked away from Victor and his team, still pointing their heaters at them. Dante stopped in front of Dominic and met the Dominican’s eyes. He stepped around the man and walked through his crew towards the doors.

* * *

Once outside, Dante, Dre and Tony T ignored the stares as the three of them left the club and headed to their Ford Explorer.

“Fam, you plan on telling us what the fuck that was just now?” Dre asked, once the three of them were inside the SUV.

Dante didn’t answer Dre and ignored Tony T staring at him from the back seat. He simply stared out the passenger window as Dre drove away. Dante wondered if he had made the right decision in helping the Dominican and not just dumping on the nigga Victor right there in the club.

“Yo!” Tony T called out from the back seat. “We got company, y’all!”

Looking back behind him through the black-tinted window, Dante saw the Range Rover, Bentley, and a second Range Rover drive past the Explorer. They pulled in front of them and blocked the middle of the road.

“Here we go!” Tony T said, pulling his hammer from under his black button-up.