The gun waved at us while he spoke. “You’ll just keep your punk asses in the corner while we deal with this fucker.”
We were forced to stand there while two of the guys beat the crap out of Ruben and another one slapped the girl a few times. The fourth guy kept his gun on us as if we were inclined to play heroes for the drug dealer and his addict girlfriend.
One thug began rummaging through the apartment, disappearing into the bedroom for a long while. He came back looking less hostile, a wad of cash in his hand. “Found three Gs, Sammy.”
Sammy punched Ruben in the cheek. “Where’s the rest?”
“That’s all I got!” Ruben whined through swollen lips, blood dripping from his newest wound.
The guy slapped the chick again while his friend looked on, laughing. I spoke up, hating to see a woman hit, even one like her. “Hey! Does she look like she has any money?”
The one holding the gun on us, who’d mostly ignored our presence up to this point, stalked closer. “You wanna take the hits for her, kid?”
“He didn’t mean anything!” Dante defended, holding up his hands.
Didn’t matter. The barrel of the gun pressed against my forehead, mingling with the sweat there. The asshole got in my face. “How about you two? Hand over whatever you got.”
Threatened with a gun and robbed? Never again were we buying from Ruben. Hell, after this I’d make Dante swear off smoking for life. Dante grabbed my wallet from my back pocket, shakily handing it over along with his own.
The dickhead backed up, snatching our money and carelessly dropping the wallets onto the carpet. His grin showed off a gold tooth. “Two hundred bucks. Thanks, this’ll buy me some pussy.”
I barely resisted making a smart ass remark. With an ugly mug like that the guy probably had to tip extra.
Ruben and his attackers were still negotiating when he’d pay the money he owed them. The girl on the couch continued crying, her heavy makeup running black down her cheeks.
Sammy and his thugs finally left, giving Ruben one more week to pay the five thousand dollars he still owed. His girlfriend ran to where he slumped to the floor as soon as the door shut behind them.
Dante tossed his bag of weed onto the coffee table as we got the hell out of there.
CHAPTER TEN
“He is not a lover who does not love forever.”
-Euripides
CALEB
I threw the basketball from half court, watching as it bounced off the backboard, missing the hoop completely.
Dante and Taye laughed at my miss as I went to fetch the basketball. My phone beeped and I pulled it out of the pocket of my shorts.
I need the rest of my money. When are we gonna do this?
Hailey was eager to spread her legs for Gage. I was equally eager to show Gianna what a douchebag he was.
I’ll figure it out and let you know soon.
No way was I paying her the rest until she’d at least attempted to seduce Gage. We’d have to wait for the right opportunity, a time when Gianna wasn’t around. Some people might think it was wrong to ruin her relationship with Gage, but when it came to Gianna the only wrong I knew was us not being together. Right was her being my girl
“Throw the dang ball, Caleb!” Taye called out, prompting me to fling it at him, aiming for his head. We’d teamed up two on two with a younger kid who’d been shooting hoops by himself. Dante and the kid were kicking my and Taye’s asses.
“Hold up!” Dante yelled, his phone in hand.
I strolled over to where he stood with a sick look on his face. “What’s up?”
His eyes met mine. “Cece. She wants to know where I am so we can meet and talk.” He ran a hand over his sweaty face. “Aw, fuck. She’s gonna break up with me.”
“You tell her where you’re at?”
Dante picked up his t-shirt, using it to wipe off his perspiration. “Yeah. She’ll be here soon.”
I had a towel in my car I’d use later. My own t-shirt I flung over my shoulder. I’d driven us here, where we’d met Taye, so I’d stick around to see if Dante needed a ride. Or moral support. Taye and the kid, Carlos, had dissolved into playing one on one.
We waited by my car, leaning against it and talking about anything other than the shitty situations with our girls. I’d like to assure Dante he wasn’t about to be scraped off by Cece, but with her joining the ballet academy I wasn’t sure. Maybe she’d realized her new hectic schedule wouldn’t allow time for a boyfriend, even one she loved. I hadn’t witnessed the past eight months of their relationship, but I assumed she was as crazy about him as he was her.
But who was I to judge? I’d thought Gianna loved me.
It wasn’t Cece’s car that pulled into the parking lot, but a white Jeep. My heart began to beat like a hammer. I’d finally get the opportunity to talk face to face with my girl. Good thing her pipsqueak boyfriend wasn’t with them or I would have reenacted Friday night.