Breon chuckled, glancing back at Ray. “Bitches always try’na suck on the dick,” he said. “Look here, hoes. Where the fuck is that nigga Dante? Where he go?”
“I swear,” the other chick said, tears now rolling down the sides of her face. “After the bullets and stuff, we asked if they could take us home but they said that they had to go right then. I swear, they ain’t say where they went. We ain’t even have no clothes on when they left.”
“I see,” Breon said, “y’all just the hoes and stuff.”
“Man, fuck all this,” Ray said. “Let’s look around this house and shit for ourselves. I bet these hoes don’t know nothin’. They was prolly too busy with they mouths full of dicks and stuff to know what the fuck is goin’ on.”
Breon nodded and looked deeper into the house, which was dark beyond the living room. “All right,” he said, “Stay here with these hoes while I have a look around the house. If they not lyin’, then we’ll let them live and shit. Y’all betta not be lyin’.”
“I swear,” the most vocal chick said, “ain’t nobody else here but us.”
“Okay,” Breon said, stepping forward. “When I get back down, we gon’ figure out where these niggas went. The side chick be knowin’ shit, so these hoes ain’t off the hook.”
Cautiously, Breon stepped forward with his gun drawn. He looked around the dining room then the kitchen before heading upstairs. After looking in all of the rooms, switching on lights and looking behind closed doors, he came back downstairs with his gun lowered.
“Okay, they was on some real shit,” Breon said. “Ain’t nobody in this house but these hoes.”
“I promise, we don’t know where they went,” one of them said. “Don’t hurt us. We’ll do anything. Like I said, we’ll suck your damn dick.”
“Shut up, bitch!” Breon said, resisting the urge to slam the butt of his gun into the female’s head. “You can’t suck on this dick. Where’s your phone? Call that nigga Dante right now and find out where he is and shit,” he told her. “And don’t say that we right here or else I’mma really kill you…no, the both of you.”
With both hands up, she rose off of the couch and grabbed her phone out of her purse. Frantically, she looked through her call log and called Dante. She looked up at Breon with somber eyes as the phone rang and there was no answer. “He not answerin’,” she said, hanging up.
“Fuck,” slipped out of Breon’s mouth. Ready to get out of there, he leaned in and put the gun to the main chick’s head. She jumped up and down, hoping that this nigga didn’t pull the trigger. “Tell that nigga Dante that he may be bad and shit, but he ain’t got shit on me, okay?”
She nodded. “Okay, okay,” she said, “I’ll tell him, but who the fuck are you? I swear, I don’t know.”
Breon chuckled. “He’ll know just who I am,” he said. “Tell that nigga that he don’t know who he fuckin’ with. Ain’t shit he can do to get me, no matter how hard he try. Tell him we not gon’ stop till we find him and shit.”
Making sure that both females understood, Breon smiled and led Ray out of the house. In the dark of the night, they dashed across the front yard. They rushed down the sidewalk and hopped into Ray’s car. As Ray rolled down the street, going several blocks down before getting back over to the main road, he looked over at Breon. “Shit, he wasn’t there,” he said.
“Naw,” Breon said, shaking his head. “That’s all right, though. He prolly went out lookin’ for us or some shit, but he don’t really know where to look and shit. I told Wayne and Jayron to watch they back. I feel like I woulda heard from them by now if Dante went over there and fucked with them again.” He pulled his phone out and checked, seeing that he had no missed alerts of any kind. “We gon’ get that nigga, sooner or later. That nigga you know said that this nigga is slippery, but we gon’ get him and shit. He ain’t that damn slippery and shit.”
“Feel you on that,” Ray said.
Ray drove back to his place and pulled into the parking lot. He and Breon had gone over the idea of dropping the guns back off at Nikki’s house, but they decided to take the risk of keeping them at Ray’s house for the night. They would look for Dante again tomorrow night, knowing that the streets would talk enough sooner or later – the information would seep out of the streets as to how to find Dante. All they had to do was wait and listen.
After putting the guns in Ray’s apartment, Breon felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He and Ray both froze at the same moment, Ray waiting to see who was calling just as much as Breon. Breon pulled his phone out of his pocket to see. It was Trina.
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