“What’s this about then?”
Bobby sat her down on the sofa and held his gun to Jelinda’s head.
“I need you to call Sly at Roman’s and tell him what’s going on here,” I said, and sat down across from her. “No. Tell him that I’m gonna kill you.”
Jelinda quickly picked up the phone and dialed the number. “Let me talk to Sly,” she said, and then we sat and waited for him to come to the phone. “Baby, Mike Black and Bobby Ray are here and they got a gun to my head and they’re talking about killing me.”
Whatever he said, he said it quickly, because Jelinda hung up the phone. “He’s on his way.”
Bobby moved his gun away from her head and we waited. It wasn’t a long wait. Exactly sixteen minutes later, we heard footsteps running down the hall, followed by the sound of Sly fumbling for his keys. Bobby put the gun back to her head and I pointed both of my guns at the door.
“What the fuck you think you doing?” Sly said, when he burst through the door.
“It’s simple, Sly. You work for me now.”
“Fuck you and fuck André! I ain’t giving you mutha fuckas shit!” Sly said defiantly.
“Kill her, Bobby,” I said calmly and Bobby cocked the hammer.
“Wait!”
I stood up and put my gun to his head. “Wait for what? You ain’t giving me shit, remember. Kill that bitch, Bobby.”
“Wait now.”
Sly looked at me.
“Shit!” And then Sly looked at Jelinda. All of a sudden, tears were rolling down her face. “Its gonna be alright, baby.”
“No, it’s not. You’re both about to die,” I said.
“Okay, nigga, shit!” Sly yelled.
“What that mean?”
“I work for you now, Black.”
“Good man,” I said, and lowered my gun.
Chapter Eleven
I looked at Bobby; saw the way he was looking at Jelinda. I couldn’t blame him. Like I said, Jelinda was sexy as fuck. More importantly, I saw the way she was looking at him. Jelinda was wearing some tight ass booty shorts and a lace camisole with spaghetti straps that didn’t seem to want to stay up. While we were waiting for Sly to show up, neither me nor Bobby said too much, but I did notice the way they were exchanging glances. Every time a strap would fall off her shoulder, Jelinda would pull it back up and then she’d smile at Bobby.
Bobby looked at me and then he cut his eyes toward Jelinda. I looked at her, she was no longer crying. In fact, she had a little smile on her face. I had known Bobby long enough to know what he had in mind.
“Let’s go, Sly.”
“Where we going?”
I pointed my gun at him. “Roman’s,” I said, and pushed him toward the door.
He looked back at Bobby and Jelinda. By now, he had to have seen how his woman was looking at Bobby.
“What we going there for?” Sly asked.
“I want a fuckin’ slice. What you think we’re going there for?” I asked, because I had no idea.
“What about Bobby?” he asked.