Page 108 of Ride or Die
“I’ll be back soon. Stay safe, baby. I love you.” He stares at me intensely as I prepare to leave, and I know exactly what he’s thinking. We planned for something like this.
I take off from the house and run as fast as I can over to his place, thankful the stupid drug addicts let me go alone. But I can't help but wonder, how in the fuck did they subdue a strong guy like Colt?
Once I’m inside, I run into his room and see the packages of money he’s already gotten ready to be shipped in a duffle bag.We are storing the larger quantities in the floor, the safe merely a decoy. I pull back the floorboard and take out the remaining cash, setting it aside. There’s about forty thousand there from the last job that I’m willing to sacrifice to these assholes.
I take the other packages from the duffel bag and throw them under the floorboard, covering it back up with the rug. My heart beats frantically in my chest the entire time as I grab a gun and knife from Colt’s safe, trying to come up with a good reason why we don’t have any more cash on us.
All I know is that I need to save Colton, and if that means shooting my fucking parents myself, then that’s how this shit is going down. This is why I also had him teach me to shoot a gun.
I’m sick of these fucks trying to take what’s ours. It ends today.
Scanning the room one more time, I take a deep breath before heading out the door and back outside with the duffle bag of forty thousand in hand. Worry settles like a rock in my gut as I sprint home, praying Colt is okay. Who knows what my parents are capable of in their fucked-up state.
Out of breath, I run inside, skidding to a stop when I see Daya and Axel have joined the party.
Jesus Christ, what a gong show.
“What in the actual fuck is going on? Why are you here?” I ask breathlessly, looking around at the five adults in the kitchen, who are all looking around at each other as well.
“I know you two are leaving, I've been looking for you. I want my fucking money!” Axel booms, clearly on something. He looks strung right out of his mind. Daya stands behind him, looking angry but also a little nervous, like she doesn’t trust Axel’s judgment at the moment.
By the look on his face, I sure as fuck don’t.
Colt is still tied to the chair, looking eerily calm as he sits there watching what is going on between everyone.
“Your money?″ my dad shouts and stands from his seat, his chair clattering to the floor.
Axel spins to face him. “Yes. They stiffed me on that job! That’s my fucking money!” he shouts.
“If anyone is getting money, it’s us!” my mother shrieks.
I can’t believe my eyes. Watching all these people scream aboutourmoney, even more so, Colt’s money. It’s fucking disgusting.
Colt makes eye contact with me, and I start slowly moving towards him as Axel and my parents yell about who is getting our money. Meanwhile, I’m still holding 40k in the bag. People are not going to be happy to share.
I move beside Colt and notice blood on the back of his neck. They must have hit him over the head to subdue him. My blood boils that these fucking assholes hurt my man.
I discreetly slip the knife into his hands as all these drug addict fucks argue, none the wiser to what I'm doing. His arms are still behind his back, but he manages to cut the thin rope they used. He drops it to the floor and gently starts sliding out of the chair.
For a brief second, we think we can slip out of the kitchen door unnoticed. They are all so distracted justifying why the money belongs to them.
But then we hear the click of a gun.
“Sit the fuck down,” Axel seethes and points the gun at us, scanning the room back and forth with it. My dad points one back at him while my mom stands in the corner with her hands on her face, and Daya backs away from everyone.
“Now give me the fucking bag and I’ll be out of your way, okay? You know I deserve that more than your junkie parents.” Axel looks crazed, and I think he may be the worst junkie here. I throw the bag down on the floor with a thud between them all.
“You're right, it's yours. There it is,” I say with my hands up.
A sick smile pulls across his face seeing me give up the bag. He chuckles. “Oh, Layla, if only you knew the shit your lovely parents are into.”
I wouldn’t doubt it. I know my parents are pathetic lowlifes who have succumbed to the ways of The Shores. That’s why I always intended to fuck them over and leave them behind.
Axel reaches for the bag, still pointing the gun directly at us.
“Fuck you! That’s our daughter and our money!” my dad screams at him, his hand unsteady with the gun.
“Please know we didn’t stiff you, Ax. That was Williams," I explain, and Axel snorts, looking at me with disgust.
