Tied to a Boss 2 (6 page)

Sucking her teeth, Alinna turned and marched to her own bedroom.

Chapter 6

Waiting outside the hotel parking lot, Dante leaned against the front passenger door of the rented Explorer and smoked one of his Blacks from a new pack he bought earlier. Dante stood waiting for both Dre and Tony T to pick him up and drop him off out at Dominic’s spot.

Dante checked his Mickey Mouse watch. It was already 9 o’clock. He had woken up at 8:00 a.m. to make sure to have enough time to find Dominic’s crib. He looked up towards the front entrance of the hotel and saw his boys exiting the hotel, carrying their bags. He also noticed the expression on their faces.

Once Dre unlocked the SUV doors, Dante climbed up front while Tony T climbed in the back seat. Dre angrily climbed behind the wheel, tossing his bags to the back.

“Everything already ready and waiting for y’all when we get to Dominic’s spot,” Dante explained to both Dre and Tony T while Dre was pulling out of the parking spot.

Receiving no response from either of his boys, Dante read the address to Dre. There was still no response. He understood what was up with the both of them.

There was complete silence the entire 20-minute drive inside the Explorer. Dre finally pulled the truck up in front of a tall, black-painted security gate with an armed guard posted at the front. Dante leaned over towards Dre as the driver’s window slid down and said, “I’m here for Mr. Saldana.”

“And you are, sir?” the guard asked, while looking around inside the truck.

“Dante Blackwell,” he replied, shifting his eyes to the side mirror and seeing a Mercedes limo pulling up behind the Explorer.

“Mr. Saldana is expecting you, Mr. Blackwell,” the guard told Dante, stepping over to the security booth.

“Go ahead, fam!” Dante told Dre, as the gate slowly swung inward.

Dante watched as Dre drove up the wrap-around driveway, pulling up in front of a huge-as-hell house that looked like something straight out of a movie. Dante waited until Dre had parked the Explorer near the front door. As he climbed out, the same limo at the front gate pulled up behind the SUV.

Dante stared back at the limo and watched as a huge, muscular Spanish man climbed out of the back seat and stared straight in his direction. He turned his attention to the front door of the mansion to see a team of suit-wearing security fall out of the house. Dominic stepped outside behind them and smiled at Dante.

“Dante!” Dominic said as he walked out to greet him.

“Mr. Saldana,” Dante replied, shaking the Dominican drug lord’s hand.

“Daddy!”

Both Dominic and Dante turned around and looked back at the limo.

“Natalie!” Dominic happily said. He spit out a few words in rapid Spanish as his daughter walked up and into his open arms.

While looking at both her father and Dante staring at her, Natalie asked her father who the man was in front of her.

Surprising both Dominic and his daughter, Dante spoke in perfect Spanish, “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m your dad’s new bodyguard, Dante Blackwell.”

Smiling as she stared at Mr. Blackwell, Natalie turned back to her father and, in Spanish, asked, “Why didn’t you tell me that you decided to take on a new bodyguard?”

Dominic shifted his eyes to his left to see his Bentley pulling around to the front. He focused back on his daughter and, in English, replied, “We will talk later. Mr. Blackwell and I have business to discuss before my meeting this afternoon. Your mother is inside waiting.”

Nodding her head in acceptance, Natalie kissed her father’s cheek and then turned slowly back to Dante. In English, but with a Spanish accent, she said, “It was good to have met you, Mr. Blackwell. Hopefully we will have the chance to meet again so that you and I may talk.”

“Hopefully,” Dante replied, watching Natalie as she walked away, trailed by the big Spanish dude.

“That is Gomez,” Dominic spoke up, watching Dante as he stood watching both Natalie and his daughter’s personal bodyguard.

“Bodyguard?” Dante asked, looking toward Dominic who slowly nodded yes.

“Have your friends drive around back. Everything is ready for them. Then you can join me inside my car. We need to get going.”

As the Dominican drug lord walked off, heading toward his Bentley where his head of security, Carlos, stood waiting with the back door opened, Dante turned back to the Ford Explorer. He stepped in front of the passenger window, and leaning inside said, “Everything already set up and ready. Drive ‘round back and pick it up, fellas.”

“So, that’s it, nigga?” Tony T asked, as he sat forward to stare at Dante.

“You niggas just make sure y’all hit me up when y’all touch down in the M.I.A., alright?” Dante told both his boys.

Then he went to turn and walk off and stopped only to hear, “Don’t try to have all the fun yourself, fam. Hit us up if you need us.”

Looking back inside the Explorer passenger window over to his best friend, who was like his brother, Dante said simply, “Just make sure when I do call, shit good at the house and you niggas ready. Love!”

Hearing both his boys responses at his showing of affection, Dante tapped the side of the Explorer as he walked off and headed over towards the Bentley.

Dante nodded to Carlos, who opened the back car door for him and returned the nod. Dante returned his cell phone to him, thanked him, and then climbed into the back seat of the Bentley, where Dominic was on the phone speaking Spanish.

Trying to ignore the conversation that Dominic was having, yet catching enough of it to know it was about Victor Fayman, Dante felt the Bentley begin moving. He turned his attention outside the window as the car drove away from the mansion.

“So, Dante,” Dominic started as he hung up his cell phone, “what is it that you mentioned that we needed to discuss?”

Dante turned his head and met the Dominican’s dark brown eyes. He explained to his new employer, “You’re paying me to do the whole bodyguard thing. Cool! I’ma take care of that. But you need to understand that I don’t know how you may have your boys handling business. If I pull my heat, I’m more than likely gonna use them, and I don’t need you questioning what I do. I’m a respect you as my employer, but you need to respect me as the muthafucker that’s gonna keep you alive. Do we agree on that?”

Showing a small smile as he nodded his head in agreement, Dominic then asked, “Are you carrying now?”

“Always!” Dante answered, patting the space at the front of his pants where one of his bangers was.

Leaning forward, Dominic reached and picked up a black plastic bag that sat on the floor at his left foot and handed it to Dante saying, “These are yours now. We will be getting rid of the weapons you’re carrying now.”

Taking the bag from his employer, Dante asked the Dominican what the problem was with what he was carrying.

“Let’s just say that your new weapons are better suited for you,” Dominic replied, as he answered his ringing phone.

Focusing on what he was given, Dante opened the plastic bag and looked inside. He reached in and pulled out what he easily recognized as a shoulder holster.

It was a double holster with two burners already inside. Dante set the plastic bag back down, still feeling weight inside, as he focused on the two bangers inside the shoulder holster.

Grabbing one of the burners, Dante smiled at the chrome and pearl-handled .45 automatic.

“I take it from your expression that you approve of the choice of weapons I’ve picked out for you,” Dominic inquired, watching Dante as he checked the new .45s.

Slamming the magazine back inside the banger and then cocking it, Dante smirked as he cut his eyes back over to Dominic and stated, “Yeah! These will definitely work.”

* * *

Leaving her trap spot after dropping off re-up work to her crew and picking up the money they had, Vanessa was headed across town to Liberty City to drop off more work. Her mind was on both Dante and Dre. She was expecting to hear from them this morning and, honestly, she was a little worried.

Once she got to Liberty City, Vanessa made her drop-offs and picked up more money. She heard her crew was having a little trouble with some niggas who were working for some clown named Ghost. Vanessa told her crew to let her know if she needed to handle the problem if it continued and they couldn’t take care of things.

Leaving the Liberty City spot, Vanessa pulled out her ringing cell phone and glanced down to see Harmony calling. “What’s up, girl? Where you at?”

“I’m at the spot,” Harmony answered and then asked, “Nessa, what’s up? You talk to Alinna?”

“No, girl! Her ass was gone when I woke up. Why? What’s up?”

“I just been trying to call her about some business that was brought to me. I wanna see what she think.”

“Harmony, I don’t know what the hell…hold on a second,” Vanessa switched up, hearing her line beep.

Looking at the screen, she smiled and saw that it was Dre calling her. Vanessa told Harmony she’d call her right back and then she switched over to Dre. “Hey, baby! What’s up?”

“What up, Nessa? You busy?”

“Not right now. Why? What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Yeah! Everything good,” Dre answered. “We on our back track to Miami, though.”

“So Dante still staying in Arizona?”

“Yeah, but we got what he promised.”

‘You sound upset.”

“I just hate leaving my nigga there without me. Who gonna watch his back?”

“Andre, you know as well as I do that Dante can take care of his self. I’ve never met someone that does the shit he does. I’m sure if he needs you or Tony T, he’ll call y’all.”

“That’s what the fuck his crazy ass said before we left,” Dre told Vanessa. “I been thinking also. How you feel about us getting our own shit?”

“You mean moving out the house?”

“Yeah!”

“Why?” Vanessa asked. “What about the others, Andre?”

“I’ma be real with you, Nessa,” Dre told his woman. “I really want outta that house because of ya girl Alinna. She the reason my nigga where he at now because of her bullshit.”

Sighing deeply and blowing into the receiver, Vanessa was really unable to go against what her man was saying so she simply said, “Baby, look! Can we talk about this when you get back home, please?”

“Yeah, whatever!” Dre replied. “We should be there by Tuesday night.”

“I love you!”

“Yeah! I love you, too, Nessa!”

Hearing the way Dre sounded before he hung up, Vanessa gave another deep sigh just as she heard her cell phone go off again. Looking down, she saw it was her girl Amber calling.

* * *

Walking alongside Dominic as the two of them exited out of the building after his new employer finished his meeting with the five other supposed businessmen, Dante allowed the security team to cover them as they approached the Bentley.

Getting a nod from Carlos, Dante climbed into the Bentley behind his employer. Carlos shut the car door behind both of them.

“So tell me, Dante,” Dominic said as the Bentley pulled off, “what did you think of the meeting?”

Looking over to his employer, Dante met Dominic’s stare and after a moment said, “I think everybody at that meeting was full of shit and the dude Stevens is a problem that needs to be handled before he becomes an even bigger problem.”

“I agree fully!” Dominic replied, adding more to the conversation to see how Dante would respond. “But the problem with dealing with Stevens is that he is the biggest heroin dealer in Phoenix. He’s connected with some very powerful Japanese people who I’ve been trying to get into business with. Because of Stevens dealings with the Japanese, I’ve been unable to connect with the business that they would be willing to start with me.”

Looking back over at Dominic, Dante met his employer’s stare to let him know he caught on to what his employer was hinting at. He then turned and looked back out the car window, saying after a moment, “Get me the information on Stevens, and I’ll handle the rest.”

Dominic slowly smiled, realizing his new employee caught on to what he was hinting at. He pulled out his cell phone.

Dante allowed his mind to drift back to Alinna and Angela, along with both his son and daughter, forcing him to lose his train of thought until Dominic called out to him. He turned his attention back to his employer and replied, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“How taller are you, Dante?” Dominic asked, as he stared over at Dante with his cell phone in his ear.

“5’ 11.”

“Your weight?”

“197 pounds.”

Nodding his head, Dominic turned his attention back to his phone call to pass on the information he had just received. He explained that they would be back to the mansion in a little while.

Hanging up the phone, Dominic turned back to Dante and asked, “Do you drive, Dante?”

“You mean, do I chauffeur?”

“No, my friend,” Dominic answered, laughing at seeing Dante’s facial expression. “I mean, can you drive or would you rather be chauffeured?”

“I plan to take care of finding some wheels whenever I catch some free time. I also gotta find a spot to live close by.”