Tied to a Boss by J.L Rose

Dante, and then headed back downstairs, dropping the backpack in the den and headed into the kitchen. Looking through the refrigerator for something to fix for her and Dante to eat, she caught herself smiling at the thought of Dante. Alinna decided to fry chicken wings, make some yellow rice sweat peas, and butter rolls.
    Alinna was halfway finished with the food when she heard Dante’s motorcycle pulling up out front. She smiled as she moved the frying pan from the heat then found herself rushing for the door a small smile showing.
    “What’s up, shorty?” Dante asked, bending to kiss Alinna’s lips. She hated how she responded so hungrily for him. Alinna rounded her eyes as she turned back facing the inside of the house. “Where’ve you been?”
    “It smells good up in here,” Dante said, ignoring her question. He closed and locked the door behind him. “What you cooking us?”
    “I’m cookin g m e something to eat,” she said, looking back at him from over her shoulder.
    “Oh, something for you, huh?” Dante repeated with a sarcastic tone as he walked into the kitchen stopping behind Alinna and looking over her shoulder. He smirked seeing the amount of food she had cooked.
    “Move Dante,” Alinna told him playfully shooing him away from the food.
    “You better be really hungry with all that food you made for just your little ass,” Dante told her, laughing as he walked over to the fridge.
    Still smiling while looking back at Dante as he made himself at home after going through her refrigerator, Alinna shook her head as she focused back on the food. “How is Tony T doing?”
    “If you knew where I was, why did you ask?” Dante asked Alinna as he leaned up against the counter with a bottle of Corona in his right hand. “He is doing well though; he’s tryin to get out of there by Friday.”
    “He tell you what happened to him?”
    “Yeah, we’ll take care of that in a moment.”
    “Who’d he say shot him?” Alinna asked.
    “Some dude,” Dante answered taking a drink from the bottle then saying, “He said it’s some chick named Rachel who set the whole thing up. From what Tony T says, it’s supposed to be some clown out Alabama called, Big Daddy.”
    “Bi g who ? ” Alinna looked back from cooking, stopping what she was doing to clarify.
    Smiling at Alinna’s response, Dante said, “That’s the name Tony T said dude goes by. But come to find out that homeboy is supposed to be big time in Alabama.” Alinna could hear the change of tone in Dante’s voice. The tone and his body language let Alinna know he was plotting something.
    She looked back to him and asked, “What’s up Dante? What are you plotting now?”
    Quiet for a moment or two, following behind Alinna from the kitchen after taking his plate she had handed him, Dante walked into the den and sat down on the sofa. While Alinna went back into the kitchen, he turned on the 38’ flat screen.
    “So, what’s up?” Alinna asked as she walked back into the den carrying two bottles of Coronas and sitting down beside him. Breaking down what had been on his mind since Tony T had told him about Big Daddy, Dante explained to Alinna how at first he just wanted to make that trip to Alabama and see exactly who this dude was, and how he wanted to watch Big Daddy to find out how he operates and run’s his shit down in Alabama.
    “Dante, I don’t know nothing about no heroin,” Alinna told him once he finished. “You must know somebody with that mess because I don’t.”
    “We will deal with that once we have to,” Dante told her with a mouth full of food. “How long is that stuff from Giovanni gonna last until you gotta re-up?”
    “With the work we already we already got and the shit from him it should be at least a month and a half before we will need to get more. That’s just until shit really starts to pick up once people find out we really pushing heavier weight,” Alinna explained.
    “Perfect, that should be enough time