"Put the knife down," Panther said through his quenched teeth.
"Did you sex Constance like you did me?" Nachine slid the knife causing more blood to run on the blade. "It's a delicate balance of pleasing me and working for me." She eased the knife off his throat.
"You shouldn't have supported Constance after she accused Arcadio of attacking her." Nachine, lowered the knife to her side, kicking Panther in his crack to keep his attention. Falling against the kitchen cabinets and the floor, Panther watched her wiped the blade between her thumb and index finger.
"I was her friend," Panther said.
"You're the kind that'll learn fast."
Why she had to go make our relationship ghetto? Panther held his throat searching for his pants.
"Get dressed I can warm up some enchiladas for us to eat." She threw a dish towel at him. "We'll eat in my daughter kitchen downstairs."
Panther held the towel against his wound checking every few minutes. He finished struggling to put on his pants and shoes with one hand and his eyes on Nachine. She held her hand out and helped him up.
Panther steadied himself. "After we eat, I’ll go see Arcadio."
Nachine took the lead heading down the stairs of the two-story house. She scratched the poster that had commercial pictures of Brazil with tourists beaconing for travelers to come. At the bottom of the stairs, Panther stepped in front of her to push open the swinging kitchen doors.
"Manners like that, have you making it to the top." Nachine patted his arm.
He needed enough information on her to get DA Vaal off his back. The best way would to feed him the truth about Nachine. She had lost her chance to have him as a loyal employee.
Nachine smiled, laying two plates and silverware on the table. Then she unwrapped two wine coolers. "Sorry, no beer."
"So how long you ran your drugs in Detroit?" Panther rearranged his fork and knife. Then he would ask her how she started the business. Then she would diarrhea at the mouth. He knew why he had to put up with this mess. Out robbing with his boy Isaac, not wanting to go jail or to sell out his boy. DA forced him to become a rat. Why would DA Vaal care so much, the victim was a drug dealer?
"It's a business where generations of young people have worked and passed down to their kids," Nachine said.
"You have been in Detroit for centuries?" Panther asked.
"It will be centuries someday," Nachine said. "I been here for fifty-seven years making my corporation grow."
"Good for you."
"Do you plan to flourish with the family?"
"Yes, I wake up saying I want to be a runner when I grow up?" Panther crossed his legs. "On the condition I would move up fast."
"You talk good." Nachine removed enchiladas dish covered with plastic from the refrigerator and place it in the microwave.
"I'm willing to kill for it." Panther wanted to take those words back. He wasn't going that deep undercover unless Nachine's family used the gun first. He had to protect his life.
Nachine spooned enchiladas two on his plate. "How did you get your name?"
"I'm a dance choreographer. I move like a panther," he said bobbing to beats in his head.
"A dancing panther," Nachine said.
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