Jonah watched him until he was out the door, then faced Luna and Minx. She was so mad she was shaking. Jonah placed calm hands against her shoulders and Minx blew out a harsh breath.
“The nerve of that bastard,” she muttered.
“It’s all good. Don’t worry about that. We got an opening night to prepare for. We got eyes on you.” Jonah lifted her chin gently. “At all times.”
“Well, you want to help us decorate?” Luna asked.
“Nah, décor ain’t my shit. Y’all got it. Got somewhere to be anyway. We got Proof sitting across the street. He’s locked and loaded and watching the spot,” Jonah advised on his way to the door.
“Thanks, Unc!” Minx called out before pivoting toward Luna. “Let’s get to work. We have an event to throw, and we aren’t about to let anything stop us.”
“You sure you wanna do this?” Finn turned to Rose and asked.
Parked in a random car watching a house down the block, Rose cleaned his gun and checked his clip with a blunt dangling off his lip that he took a puff from every now and then. Finn studied him because he seemed so focused.
“Yup,” Rose said, screwing a silencer on his weapon.
When he was done, he met Finn with a hard stare before he passed the blunt. He hadn’t heard from Nadia. She was dodging his calls, had hired some bitch at his gym, and seemingly disappeared. He didn’t know what she was up to, and some of his business accounts were showing that money was moving. He didn’t know where to find her, but he was pretty sure that Forrest was still moving around. The house was his spot with his crew, and Rose needed answers one way or another. He played no games when it came to his people or his money.
“She’s possibly pregnant, with my kid, and she took off without a word. She left some bitch in charge at my business that I don’t even fucking know. I need fucking answers,” Rose countered as Finn took a few tokes of the weed.
“How does this work with Minx, if Nadia is carrying your baby?”
“At this point, I will knock that bitch off myself and worry about my own damn kid. Nadia is a liability a nigga don’t need at this time in life,” Rose conveyed. “Minx is my rib. I can’t walk through this shit without her. If there’s ever a choice between her and Nadia, I’m always choosing her. I gotta remind her of that shit every day.”
“Minx is crazy, but deep down, she knows that nobody even stands a chance against her position in your life. She got ya ass wide the fuck open right about now. A blind mothafucka could see that.” Finn teased, then laughed.
“Fuck you,” Rose said, his eyes on the house as he watched movement take place.
The front door opened, and out walked Forrest. The nigga was looking like he didn’t have a care in the world, chatting it up with someone on the phone and paying no attention to his surroundings. He and Finn watched a black car roll up with tint, and Forrest went to get inside.
“Follow him,” Rose instructed, and Finn shifted gears then maneuvered from the curb.
He stayed a couple of cars behind the Malibu all the way to the highway. Rain sprinkled the windshield as Finn continued behind the car.
“You really think he’s going to lead us to Nadia?” He asked.
“I’m banking on it. She’s communicating with somebody. I think this baby is his too.” Rose tugged on the last of the weed before dropping the roach in the ashtray.
Pistol in his lap, eyes glued to the back of the Malibu, he anxiously waited. Arriving on the outskirts of town, very low-populated, the car parked and waited at the curb. Finn slid into a spot a couple of houses down on the back road with a perfect view. Forrest hopped out and skipped up the staircase. The door opened, but he didn’t see anyone as he stepped over the threshold inside. Frowning, Rose only grew more frustrated.“I’m gonna walk the perimeter. Holler if something shakes around here,” Rose said, reaching for the door handle.
Neither were aware of the tail on them. Finn was so focused on keeping up with Forrest that he wasn’t paying attention to who was keeping up with him. Gerardo Martinez parked with one of his soldiers as Rose hopped out of the car and cut through the thick trees toward the house at the end of the street.
“¿Que quieres hacer?(What do you want to do)?” Jesus, Gerardo’s cousin, questioned.
“We wait. Follow them. I don’t want to make a move until we are absolutely sure,” Gerardo replied.
When they learned more about Rose and his background, they decided to pay him a visit. After working with him in Miami, Gerardo respected him. He knew that a man like Rose had heart. He didn’t back down, even in the face of trouble. Fisting his beard, Gerardo watched as Rose disappeared behind the house ahead. Pablo, Gerardo’s cousin, was gunned down about two months ago. After learning that some black man from the Midwest was involved, Gerardo did his research, and all roads led to Rose. They were in town for answers only. If what they learned ended up leading to taking someone’s life, that was what it was going to be. Gerardo had no qualms about it. Where he was from, it was eye for an eye.
Across the street, Rose was able to peek through a window where he spotted Forrest in the face of an angry Nadia. Screaming, face scrunched up, and a belly hanging over her pants. No denying she was carrying somebody’s child. Rose traipsed to the back of the house.
“Fuck you, Forrest! You had one fucking job!” She raised her finger and got in his face. “I’m walking around here pregnant as fuck, and now I’m a fucking target! What happened to being my man and holding me down? Rose is going to kill you and then he’s coming for me, in that fucking order.”
“No the fuck he ain’t. I got leverage against him,” Forrest spoke up.
“Yeah? And what’s that, huh? That paperwork don’t mean shit. All he has to do is get a lawyer and prove the shit was forged. We fucked up!”
“Calm the fuck down, a’ight? I got a plan. Tonight is the event for his girl and Finn’s bitch. The flyers been all over town. I’m going to snatch that hoe. He’ll do anything for her, right?” Forrest grinned wickedly.
