Tied to a Boss

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between her breasts, Alinna opened the knife and cut open one of the bricks making a finger size hole, and then sticking her pinky nail inside the powder scooping out and sticking her nail into her mouth tasting it.
    Once her tongue went numb after a moment, Alinna nodded her head, and then looked up at Geovani saying, “This is good.”
    “So you are satisfied then?” Geovani asked, smiling again.
    Nodding her head, Alinna looked to Vanessa saying, “Give ‘em the money.”
    Doing as she was told Vanessa tossed the backpack at the feet of the driver causing him to look down first but then bend down to pick up the backpack.
    Hearing the rapid shot’s sounding off as soon as the driver hand-gripped the backpack, Alinna saw both Geovani, Mario, and the driver all look right and left at their men. She wasted no time pulling her .380 around just as Mario’s headed exploded and his body slammed backwards against the Benz truck.
    Meeting Geovani’s eyes after seeing what Vanessa just did to Mario, Alinna let her .380 ring out as the front of Geovani chest exploded from the .380 round.
    Looking over to the driver at hearing the rapid shots, seeing the driver’s body dance as chunks of his body was ripped off, Alinna saw Dante jog up with an AK-47 gripped in both hands.
    “Miss me, shorty?” Dante asked, smirking at Alinna and then kicked the backpack over to her saying, “Let’s get the fuck outta here.”
    Snatching up the backpack and one of the duffel bags, Vanessa snatched up the other. Alinna followed behind Vanessa when she saw Dre was also with an AK-47 gripping in his hand’s catching the smirk he shot as she ignored all the bodies’ running back to the Lexus IS 350.
    * * *
    Making it back to Miami in one piece, both Alinna and Vanessa talked the whole drive home. Both were hyper and they expected themselves to be about the whole move they made with Dante and Dre against Geovani. Vanessa pulled the Lexus in front of Alinna townhouse by one in the afternoon.
    “Where the hell are Andre and Dante now?” Vanessa said, realizing the rental Ford Explorer wasn’t with them as she and Alinna climbed from the Lexus.
    “Girl, I don’t know,” Alinna answered, smiling and taking the duffel bags from the backseat of the car. She added, “I saw the Explorer when we was on the I-95, but I’m starting to get used to them just disappearing like that. Come on; let’s get this stuff inside the house.”
    Sucking her teeth as she grabbed the Burberry backpack and both hers and Alinna bag’s, Vanessa closed the door and then followed behind Alinna to the front door.
    “When are you going to tell Dante about Tony T getting shot?” Vanessa asked as she followed Alinna inside the townhouse.
    “Whenever I can actually talk to his ass,” Alinna answered as she headed to the den.
    Dropping both duffel bags onto the coffee table then dropping down onto the sofa as Vanessa walked into the den with two bottles of Corona; Alinna thanked her girl and reached for the duffel bag when her cell phone began ringing.
    Sighing at hearing her phone ringing, Alinna sat back in the sofa then grabbed her Gucci purse pulling out her iPhone smiling at Dante calling.
    “You wanna tell me where the hell you at, Dante?”
    “Missing me huh?”
    Smiling but forcing her voice to sound upset Alinna said, “You need to answer my questions, Dante.”
    “You smiling ain’t you?”
    “Dante!” she yelled, smiling harder.
    Laughing, Dante finally answered her. “I’m headed to the crib real quick to change clothes and pick up some stuff. Dre and I already dropped off the rental but I gotta handle some something.”
    “When am I seeing you?”
    “So you do miss me huh?”
    “Dante shut up,” she told him smiling. “Can you answer the question please?”
    “As soon as you admit that you miss me.”
    Sucking her teeth unable to wipe the smile off her lips Alinna finally admitted, “Alright boy. Damn, yes I miss your ass, now when am I

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