Caught In Candy

The door on the candy apple red muscle car closed and reflected the restaurant lights where Deontay was taking his date, if you could call it that. He opened the door for her and followed her in, first making sure his gun was secure in the waistband of his designer jeans. One minute later, Keyshawn received a text. He jumped off the couch and out of the door, leaped down three flights of stairs, and ran to his car.

“You always come here?” Kianna asked, clearly expecting more from her date. Her hair was in tight braids that hung down her back and shined in the light. She also had a designer shirt, pants, and heels for the occasion.

“Yeah, it’s my favorite pizza spot.”

“OH,” Kianna looked around, “I just thought we were going to go somewhere, um, a little nicer.”

Deontay grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes.

“We can get there, but for now, let’s keep it lowkey. Besides, I only bring people I really fuck with to my favorite pizza spot.”

“Oh, so you really fuck with me?” Kianna looked at him with her big eyes.

Deontay fed her soothing words until their pizza came out.

“Anything else I can get for the table?” the cashier asked.

Kianna said no, but Deontay got a feeling in his stomach.

“Can we actually take it to go? Yeah, sorry, I’ll still tip and everything I just think we’re gonna take it home.”

The waiter took the pizza back to the kitchen to bring it out in a box. Deontay planned to leave him a fat tip.

By the time the pizza came back out, Deontay and Kianna had been in the pizza shop for just over 18 minutes.

Deontay walked out to his car with the pizza box in his hand because Kianna was too annoyed to carry it. He opened the door, tossed the pizza box on the backseat, and hopped inside. He started up the engine and checked his mirrors to pull off when a car pulled up beside him. It was Keyshawn and three of his friends.

Deontay ducked down and tried to grab his gun but couldn’t fight through the hail of bullets sent through his car door to shoot back at the assailants.