Tied to a Boss 3

by J. L Rose

Losing his train of thought when he heard his boy Russell, Fish Man shifted his attention to homeboy and said, “Yo! Go tell them niggas Brian, Sean, and Lloyd we leaving in the morning.”

  “Where we going?”

  “Miami, nigga!” Fish Man said, standing up from where he was seated at the foot of his bed, before walking into the bathroom.

  Fish Man shut the bathroom door behind him and turned on the water in the sink. He sat down on the toilet. Playing back over in his head what Rob had just told him about Dante being locked up and Alinna disappearing, Fish Man slowly began smiling as thoughts began forming in his head about ideas he came up with in the past.

  9

  C limbing out of the Phantom in front of the hotel in which Natalie was staying, Alinna was walking in the middle of her security team, with James right beside her. They entered the hotel and were on the elevator a moment later riding up to the penthouse.

  Following James off the elevator once they reached the top floor, Alinna paid no attention to the security that was crowded inside the short hallway as she continued following behind James up to the front door of Natalie’s penthouse. James knocked on the door.

  “What’s up, James?” Gomez said, but nodded to Alinna after answering the penthouse door. “Natalie is packing her things.”

  Alinna pushed past both James and Gomez as she entered the penthouse, leaving both bodyguards at the front door. She found Natalie talking on her cell phone in the den, with her bags.

  “Mother, I’ll call you back. Alinna’s here!” she said, speaking into her cell phone. She hung up, looked at Alinna, and softly said, “I’m sorry for calling you so early.”

  “Don’t apologize. You’re a part of the family, Natalie,” Alinna told her just as both James and Gomez entered the den. “Let’s get her things out to the truck.”

  Turning back to Natalie and motioning for her to follow, Alinna started from the den and headed toward the sitting room while James and Gomez took care of Natalie’s bags.

  “Alinna, are you sure you’re okay with me staying with you, now that my father . . . Dominic . . . has disowned me?” Natalie asked as she sat down beside Alinna inside of the sitting room.

  “Natalie . . . listen. I respect the decision you made to stay here and support Dante while he’s in jail, and it’s clear that you love him. Truthfully, I felt some type of way about the love Dante so clearly has for you. But after spending time with you, I actually like you a lot more than I thought I would. Most of all, you’re carrying Dante’s baby. So I’m sure about this decision, and anyways, we’re supposed to be moving into the new house this afternoon, so everything works out,” Alinna explained.

  “Alinna . . . ,” James interrupted, drawing both Alinna and Natalie’s attention. “The bags were sent down to the truck.”

  Nodding in response to James, Alinna looked back toward Natalie and asked, “You ready to go?”

  Nodding her head as she slowly stood, Natalie followed Alinna to the front door. As she left the penthouse, she passed Gomez, who offered a small smile.

  They took the elevator down to the first floor where they met more of Alinna’s security team, along with some security team that Dominic had left behind for Natalie’s protection. Both women followed their bodyguards out of the hotel while guests in the hotel’s crowded lobby stared as the group left.

  Natalie saw the two metallic-black GMC Yukon Denali SUVs and the two black BMW M3s that were parked in front of the hotel behind Alinna’s Phantom. She climbed inside the Phantom behind Alinna. Gomez climbed up front with the driver, while James climbed in back with her and Alinna.

  “James,” Alinna started, getting his attention. “Have the bags sent to the penthouse. I need to pick up Mya from her mother’s house.”

  Pulling her phone from her bag, Alinna started to call Angela’s number, when her cell phone started to ring inside of her hand.

  Seeing that it was Greg Wilson calling, Alinna answered the call: “Hello.”

  “Mrs. Blackwell, this is—”

  “I already know who’s calling,” Alinna told the investigator, interrupting him. “What do you have for me, Greg?”

  “Well, first I’ve got an address location for Agent Young. He lives alone,” Wilson told Alinna. He then explained further: “Also, as of last month, right after Mr. Blackwell’s arrest, Agent Martin resigned from the DEA She no longer has an address of residence in Miami. Agent Martin may not even be in Florida anymore.”

  “Wait. You said Monica left Florida?” Alinna asked. “So basically what you’re telling me is that this bit . . . is that Monica just upped and disappeared, and now nobody knows where she at?”

  “I’ve done a check with friends of Agent Martin, and I’ve even contacted a friend of mine with the DEA and found nothing but an old address to a younger sister of Agent Martin. I’m looking into locating the sister now.”

  Quiet for a few moments, thinking about a few things that just came to her, Alinna finally spoke up and said, “Find out where the sister is, Greg. I’ve got an extra $10,000 if you can find me that information soon.”

  “What about Agent Young?” Greg Wilson asked her.

  “Give me the address and everything you got on Paul,” Alinna told the investigator, writing down what he passed along to her. She then hung up and called Dre right away.

  “Yeah. Who this?”

  “Dre, this Alinna. You ready to put in some more work?”

  “No doubt! What’s up, Alinna?”

  Alinna explained to Dre what she needed him and Tony T to handle for her. She then gave him the address that Greg Wilson found. She began to say more, when Dre interrupted, “Yo, Alinna! I’ma have to take this nigga Dread with me. Tony T and Harmony left town this morning.”

  “I’m guessing when you say Dread, you mean Wesley, right?” Alinna asked, but then continued before Dre could respond. “And where did Harmony and Tony T go to?”

  “North Carolina,” Dre answered. “Harmony wanted to go see about her mom and little sister. Tony T said they’ll be back in three days, though.”

  “Alright,” Alinna replied, deciding to call Harmony later when she had time. “Go ahead and take Wesley with you. As a matter of fact, I want you to take Maxine, one of the twins, with you as well. Also, tell Wesley that I don’t want Young’s body found after you are all done.”

  “What if homeboy don’t know nothing?” Dre asked her. “What do you want us to do then?”

  “He knows something, Dre. Tell Maxine to do whatever she has to, to find out anything Young knows, alright?” Alinna told Dre, hanging up the phone right afterward.

  “You’re a little like Dante,” Natalie told Alinna as Alinna was dialing another number on her cell phone, after watching her whole phone conversation with Dre.

  “You know . . . ,” Alinna started, looking over at Natalie as she was listening to the line ringing as she called Angela’s phone. “I thought the same thing about you just yesterday.”

  * * *

  Pulling up in front of Angela’s house ten minutes after hanging up with her, Alinna climbed from her Phantom behind James and Natalie just as Angela stepped outside onto the porch.

  “I’m pretty sure I was clear when I said that my daughter wasn’t going anywhere with you,” Angela said as Alinna and her friends walked up her walkway. She nodded out to the street where two Benz trucks were parked and suit-wearing men stood waiting. “You need to get your people out of the streets. You do not own this neighborhood.”

  “Angela, let’s not go through this,” Alinna told her as she and both Natalie and James stopped in front of the porch and stared. “I told you what Dante says he wants. You know

  how—”

  “I can care less what the hell Dante wants!” Angela yelled, cutting off Alinna. “Dante’s ass needs to be worried about the death sentence they about to give his ass.”

  “Angela . . . Everything okay?”

  Looking to her right just as Geno walked up beside her, Ange
la answered in Spanish, “Geno, I’m fine. This is just the Alinna bitch I told you about.”

  “Alinna, huh?” Geno said, speaking in English as he looked over toward her.

  Ignoring the whole bitch comment, Alinna looked from Angela to Geno. Recognizing the name from Dante, who had explained that Geno was Angela’s brother, Alinna said, “So you’re Angela’s brother, huh?”

  Laughing at hearing Alinna’s question, Angela said, “I see Dante isn’t as smart as I once thought he was. I told Dante Geno was my brother, when, in fact, he’s my husband.”

  Slowly smiling after hearing Angela’s confession, Alinna shifted her eyes over toward Geno, seeing him smirking and staring at her, unaware that Angela just signed his death sentence by admitting she lied to Dante about who he really was.

  “Alinna, let’s just leave, and we can let Dante know what Angela’s decision is,” Natalie spoke up.

  Alinna looked back at Angela, only to hear her ask, “And who the hell are you?”

  “Allow me to introduce Dante’s baby’s mother, Natalie Saldana,” Alinna replied, smiling as she stood watching the change in Angela’s facial expression.

  As Alinna turned and walked away, leaving Angela staring angrily at them, she waited until the three of them were back inside the Phantom and said, “Dante is going to be pissed off once I tell him that Angela refused to let Mya come with us.”

  “Why are you smiling then?” Natalie asked, looking at James, who was now talking to Gomez up front, back to Alinna. “If Dante’s going to be upset, what’s good about that?”

  “I’m not smiling because of that, Natalie. I’m smiling because I’m thinking about what Dante is gonna do once I tell him that Angela lied to him about having Mya around her supposed brother, who is, in fact, her husband.”

  “Alinna,” James said, drawing both Alinna’s and Natalie’s attention to him. “I’ve got an idea that may just get Dante out of jail.”

  “How?” Both Alinna and Natalie asked.

  * * *

  Calling Rob as soon as he and his team reached the hotel out in Miami Lakes, Fish Man smiled once Rob answered on the start of the third ring. “Yo! What’s up?”

  “What’s up, nigga? This Fish Man?”

  “Oh shit! My nigga, where you at?”

  “I’m out here in Miami Lakes,” Fish Man told Rob. “What’s up, though? We hooking up or what?”

  “Hell yeah, my nigga!” Rob said, sounding hyped and happy to hear from his boy, Fish Man. “I’m with my lady right now, but let me drop her off real quick, and then we can meet up then. Where at out in Miami Lakes you at?”

  Giving Rob the location of the hotel where he was staying, Fish Man hung up with Rob and then walked into the hotel room which he was splitting with Russell, only to be hit in the face by strong weed smoke.

  “What’s up, Fish?” Russell asked, handing over the blunt he was smoking. “What ya homeboy talking about?”

  “He coming through in a little while,” Fish Man answered, taking a pull from the blunt. “Go get them other fools. We got some shit to discuss before my dude gets here.”

  * * *

  Back inside the penthouse, Alinna was sitting in the den with Vanessa and Amber while Natalie got herself together inside the extra bedroom.

  Seeing that Greg Wilson was calling on her phone, Alinna answered the call and said, “Tell me you’ve got something on Monica, Greg.”

  “Actually, I’ve come up with the same thing as before, but something isn’t right, Mrs. Blackwell.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’ve spoken with a few people I know down at the police department, and I’ve heard a few things about Angela, who’s the captain down at the department. It seems like her name is on everyone’s lips, but nobody knows what’s going on. I do know that the chief of police is supposed to be calling a meeting with Captain Angela Perez and the agent who was in charge of the investigation against Mr. Blackwell.”

  “Wait a minute! Why the hell is the DEA and the chief of police meeting with Angela when Dante’s already locked up?”

  “That’s what I’m checking into now,” the investigator told Alinna. “Also, I’ve contacted a friend and came up with an address for Agent Martin’s sister. It’s a Tampa address inside of the Temple Terrace area.”

  “Give me the address,” Alinna told Wilson as she grabbed for a pen and something to write on. After copying down the address, she continued, “Greg, listen . . . find out everything you can about Angela. Something’s not right with her.”

  “I’ll see what I can come up with,” he told Alinna, hanging up the phone afterward.

  “Alinna, what happen?” Vanessa asked as Alinna was setting down her cell phone on top of the coffee table.

  “Something’s not right, Vanessa!” Alinna told her girl, shaking her head slowly with a faraway look on her face. “That was Greg Wilson, the investigator that works for us. He just told me something about Angela and Monica that doesn’t sit well with me.”

  “What he say?” Amber asked just as Natalie entered the den.

  Asking Natalie to sit down, Alinna went into the whole conversation she just had with Greg Wilson, starting with Monica’s disappearance and then about the up-and-coming meeting that was to happen between Angela and both the chief of police and the DEA agent in charge of Dante’s case.

  “It sounds like both Monica and Dante’s supposed baby mama got something going on together. What you think, A?” Amber asked Alinna, staring at her girl with a questioning expression on her face.

  Shaking her head, unable to answer Amber’s question, Alinna sat in deep thought, trying to put everything together that Greg Wilson had explained to her. She lost her train of thought when her cell phone rang from the coffee table.

  Picking up the iPhone and seeing that it was Dre calling, Alinna answered: “Hello.”

  “We took care of that homeboy,” Dre told Alinna. “We really ain’t get nothing from homeboy but two addresses. One’s to a sister of ya girl you looking for, and some cabin ya girl and her husband own out in Georgia.”

  “Alright. Come back to the penthouse. I’ve got something I wanna tell the rest of the family.”

  “We on our way.”

  Alinna hung up the phone, looked over at Vanessa, and said, “Dre and them on their way back. They took care of Monica’s partner, Agent Paul Young. But Dre say that Paul gave up two addresses: one to Monica’s sister and another to some cabin out in Georgia that Monica and Alex owned.”

  “We’re going out to this cabin, right?” Natalie asked, drawing Alinna’s and the others’ attention to her.

  “We’re definitely going,” Alinna answered, locking eyes with Natalie.

  * * *

  Hanging up the phone with Rob, who called to say he was outside in the parking lot of the hotel, Fish Man told his team that Rob was on his way up to the room as he was headed to the bathroom to take a piss.

  Finishing up inside the bathroom, Fish Man walked out to see Rob leaned up against the wall near the door laughing and smoking a blunt with the others. “What’s up, nigga?”

  “Nigga, you wash ya hands?” Rob asked jokingly, causing the others to laugh as he pushed Fish Man’s hands out of the way from in front of him.

  “Whatever, nigga!” Fish Man said, turning around, walking to the bed, and sitting down at the foot of the bed. “So what’s up, my dude? What’s this surprise you say you got for me, and when this bitch nigga Dante went in?”

  “First, this clown-ass nigga Dante let them crackers run down on his ass up in the club on Alinna’s birthday. That shit been all over the TV for almost two months now. This crazy-ass nigga killed a DEA agent and the captain on the MDPD,” Rob explained.

  “What about Alinna?” Fish Man asked.

  “Shit! Don’t nobody really know what’s up with shorty. She still around ’cause muthafuckers be seeing that Rolls Royce Phantom the nigga Dante got her for her birthday. But as far as the game go, I think shorty d
one left the shit alone since Dante gone,” Rob explained. He then gave Fish Man a big smile and continued, “And that brings me to the surprise I’ve got for you. The streets is wide the fuck open, and if you ready, we about to take over Miami like nobody ever have. What’s up?”

  “How you plan on doing that?” Brian spoke up.

  “I’ve got this connect I’m fucking without in Fort Lauderdale, but homeboy got that real shit, and he ain’t working with nothing but coke and heroin.”

  “What dude name is?” Fish Man asked. “We was just out in Fort Lauderdale before we got here.”

  “Some young nigga named Kyree,” Rob answered, smiling at Fish Man.

  “Naw, I ain’t never heard of dude. But we did hear about some young nigga that open up some spot out in Devin Hunt area over in them cream and brown apartments,” Fish Man explained.

  “That’s my nigga!” Rob said, nodding his head. “That’s the nigga, Kyree. Dude got a team out there with his ass, and shit is for real with homeboy. But he’s talking right on the prices, though.”

  Slowing nodding his head to what Rob was explaining but thinking of other plans that weren’t anywhere close to what Rob was talking about, Fish Man slowly smiled and said, “A’ight, my dude. I’m all in. So let’s talk numbers now.”

  10

  A ngela left Mya at home with her husband and sitter as she drove away from her house. She called her assistant’s desk and pulled up in front of a McDonald’s. The phone picked up on the other end as her assistant said, “Captain Perez’s desk. This is Joanna, Captain Perez’s assistant. How can I help you?”

  “Joanna, it’s Angela . . .”

  “Oh my God, Angela,” Joanna cried into the phone, cutting her off. “I tried to call you a few minutes ago. Chief Johnson and Agent Murphy are here waiting for you. They’ve been here for a little over twenty minutes.”

  “You say the chief and Agent Murphy?” Angela asked, balling up her face. “You talking about Agent Murphy with the DEA?”