I chuckled. “Yeah, a smart fool, though. Them war vets be on one, so I know he got a couple guns up in this bitch, waiting on somebody totryhim.”
Meek opened the door, and we stepped inside. Surprisingly, the apartment smelled like lavender, and it was as clean as these old, crusty-ass apartments could get. We all took seats at the card table, and I got right down to business.
“The fiancé has officially become a problem. He posted nude photos of Dinny last night, and now, her ass is all over the internet.”
“For real? Let me see,” Killa jested, but I shot him a look that told him I’d fuck him up. “I’m just playing, bruh. Calm down.”
“This ain’t a time to be joking, my nigga. Her fucking reputation is fucked up, and her body is exposed. We need to pay that nigga a visittoday.”
“Have you seen the pictures?” Meeko asked.
“Nah, if I see that shit, I’m going back to jail. That’s on Yarina and Landon Sullivan. I can’t leave Dinny again, but I can’t not check this nigga.”
“So what are we doing? Kidnapping him for ransom? Pour a little bleach in his eyes? Shooting to injure? Or beating his ass?” Killa asked.
I shook my head. “For now, I just want to talk to him. If he gets out of line, I’m going with the last option. With him being high profile, we gotta move smart. I need him alone. You bring your laptop?” I asked Meeko.
He lifted it from the floor. “I did.”
“Find out where he lives and any information you can about his routine. I need this shit to me before we walk out of here.”
Meeko held his hand up. “No need. I already know where he lives. I also know he sends his guards home at the end of the night, around ten.”
“And how the fuck you know that?” Killa asked.
“Is Lauren not Jordin’s best friend? I dropped her off a couple times, and he never has any bodyguards after ten. He's in those condos downtown.”
“This nigga is a high-profile actor, living in a condo downtown?” I was really confused. “This ol’ Tubi-ass nigga. What the fuck was she thinking, fucking with him.”
“Apparently, she wasn’t thinking,” Killa said.
“I’m not waiting on his security. Them niggas pussy. I know he only did that shit because I made his ass look bad on camera. He called for me, so I’m gon’ answer. Let’s go.” I stood from the table and headed for the door. I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to figure out what I would do about that Kermit the Froglooking-ass nigga, but I wanted to be sure we got the drop on him before I made my move.
Since Meeko already knew where he lay his head, and we didn’t have to go searching, there was no need to sit too long.
Killa looked over at me as we walked out. “I got them thangs on me, just in case you want this shit to go another way.”
I chuckled. I swear this was the prime example of why he earned the name Killa. The nigga was never scared to drop a body any time or anywhere.
“You know I can’t be around them shits. If it has to go that way, then spin the block, but I’m sure this scary-ass nigga ain’t ’bout the life he be playing in the movies.”
“Facts. Let’s get it.” We walked down the stairs and back out of the building. I slid Johnnie his keys and a couple of bills, then hopped in my whip, following Meeko out of the complex.
It took us twenty minutes to get from the North End to downtown Detroit, where the newly built condos were located. Meeko stopped in front of a complex and pointed to the condo across the street. I could see two black trucks parked in front of his unit and two guards standing at his front door. I whipped into the driveway as if I owned it and hurriedly hopped out. I could see their hands reaching for their hips, but Meeko and Killa were already two steps ahead.
“Don’t even risk ya lives like that. Drop them shits on the ground,” Meeko told them.
“Listen. We’re just here to do our jobs,” one of them said.
“Fuck your job, homie. Drop the fucking guns, or I’m dropping you. You choose,” Killa warned. The two guards looked at one another and unholstered their guns, tossing them at Meeko and Killa’s feet.
I stepped up. “Ya bitch-ass boss in there?”
“Top floor. He has company,” the other one spoke up.
“Open the door,” I told him. He moved to the door, typed in a code, then stepped aside. I walked inside the condo, immediately hearing girly giggles coming from somewhere on the bottom level. I walked down the hall until I reached the living room, seeing him smiling in some chick’s face while she giggled at what I was sure was a corny-ass joke. When he saw me, he jumped up quickly.
“What the fuck are you doing in my house!”