Free Loving Angel 2 by Carry Lowe Page A

rammed from behind by another car. Apparently he knew you’d set someone on his tail, so he had a car with his people following him from a distance to delay us by any means necessary. Those niggas were trying to run us off the damn road. When they saw that Biz had some skills behind the wheel and they couldn’t run us off, they started firing at us. I returned fire and when they couldn’t take the heat they sped off. By then Dread had already gotten away.”
    “Damn,” I groaned in frustration. “So we don’t know where that motherfucker lives?”
    “Nah,” he admitted. “But we do know where one of those fuckers who tried to run us off the road hangs out.”
    “I thought you said they got away?” I was getting a little confused.
    “Yeah they did,” Biz spoke for the first time since entering the room. “But I recognized their car. Red Honda with stripes on the side, spoiler on the back, tinted windows and an old dent on the bumper. That vehicle belongs to that cat Hindu who’s always gambling at that little Jamaican bar on Gun Hill and White Plains Road.”
    That right there was the re ason I rolled with that nigga. He didn’t speak much, but whenever he opened his mouth to say something it was going to be worth a million.
    “And you know the i nteresting part about this shit?” Lux added. “Who does that nigga Hindu work for?”
    Kitsune.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER ELEVEN
    TYGA
    When I walked into Island Vibe in search of Hindu I was hopped up on pain killers and decked out in nothing but black. I had my Glock 9mm at my waist and my niggas Delco and Biz protecting my back. I had left Lux standing outside the door looking out for danger or the cops. Dwayne was sitting behind the wheel of the van across the street ready for us to get the hell out of dodge if things got turned up, or the Po-Po happened to show up. I knew I was acting reckless by snatching a nigga from a public place, but with the way I was feeling, I just didn’t give a damn. I needed an audience to report back to Kitsune and Dread because I was about to send a message to the Jamaicans.
    The bar was a very popular Jamaican hangout in the heart of Kit’s territory, so I was pretty sure those motherfuckers didn’t expect me to be bold enough to walk up in the spot, sit at the counter and order a Red Stripe beer.
    After the bartender had reluctantly served us , we sat back and scoped out the scene. It was almost three in the morning, so there weren’t a lot of people around. There was a handful of heavy drinkers littered around the room looking like they were only a drink away from passing out. Two old, worn out looking bar flies were trying to show off for anyone who showed them the smallest amount of interest. A couple of rough necks were sitting in a corner nursing their drinks while they eyed us suspiciously while the domino players in the back were too engrossed in their game to even notice us. I guess the bar’s more sensible patrons were already in bed at that hour, which was lucky for them because shit was about to get real in that motherfucker.
    Our target was sitting around the domino table too involved in his game to realize that a bunch of predators were stalking him. After we finished our drinks we walked over to him and stood behind his chair.
    “That double five you have in your hand is going to be hard to get rid of at this time in the game since almost all the pieces of fives have already been played,” I said, casually announcing myself to Hindu which caused him to accidently drop some of his domino pieces from the shock of my presence.
    “Oh shit,” he sputte red jumping from his chair. In his haste he almost knocked the table over, causing the other players to grumble unhappily.
    I chuckled coolly. “You and I got some business together.”
    “What’re you talking about man?” He stuttered nervously. He was such a bad actor. If he wanted me to believe he didn’t know what I was talking