Untouchable

Chapter 7

Alonso pov

"Nigga you ready to make this drop?" I turn my attention to the nigga beside me. One of Robbie's boys. What was his name again? Oh yea, Demetri. I cock my gun after putting about seven bullets in there. I release a sigh replying, "Yea I'm straight just worry about yourself." He stares at me shaking his head at my rudeness, but I ain't come in this shit to make friends with any of these niggas.

In these streets, everybody only worries about one's self, at least that's what pop's always told me. "Worrying about other niggas is how you go wind up with a bullet in your head. If you're going to be a street thug. You have to be a smart one. Streets Dont care for no one." Pop's words replay in my head as I open the passenger door.

" Wait! Lonzo!" Demetri says and I hear footsteps coming behind me. "Damn nigga, slow down," I side-eye him seeing him staring back at me with that cheap ass grin.

The dude wasn't bad looking at all, and his personality seem alright, but just like Oxy his demeanor seemed flawed. "Come on, and just follow my lead okay. Don't do anything rash the Maru's are not to be played with. They top Mafia down here bro." He tells me as we stop in front of a  trap house.

The Maru? I remember hearing about them when my father was still around. He used to recount tales of the Mafia and the Yakuza, mentioning he was once affiliated with one of them, though he never specified which.

Fear wasn't in my nature; as I often said, I was born to die and feared no man. Yet, observing Demetri, it was evident he was somewhat perturbed. This led me to wonder why Robbie would assign such a perilous task to this young man. A nod from me appeared to reassure him slightly.

I hadn't noticed them before but two Chinese or Japanese( I could never tell the difference) stood at the door. They had loaded pistols and they pointed them at us as we approached.

"Nǐ shì shéi" (Who are you?!)

I raise an eyebrow in confusion and take a step forward, as if I had a death wish, prompting the bald Chinese man to shoot at the pavement by my feet. I feel a hand pull me back just as Demetri steps in front of me, both of us standing at the same height.

"Fàngxià nǐ de qiāng. Wǒmen shì lái gěi nǐ de lǎobǎn sòng yīdī de." (Put down your gun. We are here to give a drop to your boss.)

I had no idea what Lil nigga said but whatever he did say, cause them, Chinese men, to falter a bit. Although they still held us at gunpoint as the one with the bald head spoke up again.

"Nǐ láizì guówáng"( You come from King)

" Yo, what are they saying?" I ask Demitri. "They ask if we come from Kingpin." "Kingpin?" I repeat looking towards Demitri for clues as to what type of bullshit these people were on. What the hell is Kingpin? What type of drop is this?

"Don't panic King is the name of Robbie's father, and Kingpin is his Mafia title," Demetri tells me. I narrow my eyes over the two men once more.

"Hēi, nǐ zài qièqiè sīyǔ shénme?" (Hey, What are you whispering?) The Chinese guy with long black hair finally speaks up.

"Shi." (Yes)

With that, the two finally lower their guns, completely letting their guard down. A smile spreads across the face of the tattooed bald man as he gestures for us to follow him. I hear Demitri exhale a breath he's likely been holding in. Our eyes meet, and he smiles at me; his smile is somehow infectious.