Lin hurriedly shoved her legs through her black racer pants and sloppily tied her hair into a ponytail. She couldn't believe Amare made her that late. "I was supposed to be over there half an hour ago!" she hissed, and from the corner of her eye she could see Amare lazily buttoning his Polo, laughing at her. "Wipe that damn grin off ya face!" she snapped, throwing a magazine his way. "Ah, calm down." he responded, wrapping an arm about her neck and placing a kiss on her cheek. "You act like anyone else knows how to tell time!" he joked, walking towards the bedroom door.
Lin giggled, ducking under his arm and darting from the bedroom, as she made her towards the living room door, her phone chirped loudly. Yanking the phone from her back pocket, she rolled her eyes and huffed. It was Gat. "This is the second time in one gotdamn week, I swear to - !" she paused to answer the phone, "What do you want, Gat?" On the other end of the line, she could hear an irritated Gat. "I already get enough shit from Eesh, I don't want to hear it from you." he shot. Lin could feel her face grow red and hot. "Who the hell do you think you're talkin' to? You know I'm sick of this shit!" she yelled, stomping her foot on the ground.
Gat was silent and Lin sighed audibly. Amare stood next to her awkwardly, no sooner than he heard Lin complain about the dynamics of their relationship, did he see it in action. "Don't eat up my damn food, you hear me?" she told him, listening to Gat groan in response. She quickly ended the call, forcing the phone back into her pocket. "I swear that fool gets on my damn nerves!" she blurted, spinning on her heels to face Amare. "I'm sorry you had to witness that." she apologized, throwing her arms around her lover. He simply shrugged, "Aye, nothing to apologize about." Lin kissed him passionately and with that, pranced out of the door and hopped in her car.
Amare followed her, only to leave in the opposite direction. He waited around for what seemed like two weeks to hear from Dexter. When he finally hit Amare up, he was surprised he had even remembered his name. Following his orders, he drove to the church. The ride wasn't a very long one, considering the streets were bare after a weekend of club hopping. Amare pulled into the only parking lot the church had and shuffled his way inside. From afar, maps, posters and pictures were tacked onto a cork board. He could see Dexter studying them intensely, whispering to himself.
"Oh, hey man. I didn't here you come in," he noted, turning to face him, "check this out." he said, gesturing towards the wall behind him. "The Carnales were the first organized gang in the city. The way Julius tells it, they owned the whole damn town until Benjamin King stepped up against them. Tell you what though, I ain't worried about their history so much as I am worried about the fact that A: the Lopez brothers are crazy motherfuckers and B: Victor, their enforcer, survived a dozen VK drive-bys. Sounds pretty bad, right?" he said, now pacing back and forth. Amare listening intently, briefly considering what he had gotten himself into.
"Now add in that the Carnales are backed by the largest drug cartel in the world, and I think you'll understand why we're gonna play this safe instead of pullin' a Johnny. We cut off their income first, then we go for Hector. Sound good?" Dexter asked. Amare nodded in agreement. Dexter paused briefly, "That was a rhetorical question, but thanks for your support." Amare chuckled, now walking behind Dexter, who was briskly heading outside and into his black and gray Nelson. "Follow me to the Carnales' drug labs, we got work to do." he ordered, quickly speeding away to The Mills.
The sun began to set in the distance as the streetlights flickered one by one. Dexter's car was soon engulfed into the evening sky. On to the right of him, he spotted bits of a dilapidated warehouse building hidden behind a swarm of trees. It was almost hidden in plain sight. Parking his car near a shroud of bushes, Amare quietly exited the vehicle and began stalking his way to the building, he could see a few members of the Los Carnales milling around the warehouse.
Moments later, he reached the open yard in front of the building and it didn't take long for two rival gang members to spot him. "Oh, shit!" Amare thought, he was sure he'd pay for his mistake. The men opened fire, darting and ducking behind old oil drums between each shot. With quick precision and aim, Amare eliminated them both, he was sure the ruckus would have alerted anyone inside. Crouching beside the open area leading inside the warehouse, he peered around the corner, noticing a stout female with shoulder length brown hair sprint around the corner.
She immediately shot multiple rounds at him, missing every shot. Amare's shoulders jerked slightly as he shot the woman, leaving her to writhe on the ground in agony. At this point, he was slightly annoyed at Los Carnales marksmanship. Amare raced up the slope leading the drug lab towards the back of the warehouse, he quickly killed two men, detonating the barrels, product and flames flying everywhere. "One down, one to go." He mumbled, reloading his gun and turning on his heels.
As he made his way out of the building and towards his car, more Los Carnales began to chase him down, pedestrians attempting to scatter and jump out of harm's way like roaches scattering from light. Panicked screams, gun fire and screeching rubber from tires followed him as he sped down the road towards the second drug lab. The second lab was manned by a few more gang members, but nothing he could easily take on his own, speedily finishing his task.
At this point, he was more than aggravated at how incredibly easy the task had been, instead his shook his head and began the long drive home. Crippling Los Carnales had to be more intense than this.