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Lavell reached into the hole in the floor and pulled out bags of cash and bricks of dope. The more bags he pulled out, the harder my dick got. As he pulled them out, I took some into my hands and so did Nell.
“A’ight. That’s it,” Lavell said, standing. He looked excitedas hell too. I couldn’t see into the bags but considering how heavy they were, I guessed that there had to be at least ten bricks of cocaine total. I couldn’t even imagine how much cash, but I was ready to count it so I led the way out of the bathroom and took off. I shot down the stairs and through the crib towards the back door, not even knowing if Lavell and Nell were behind me or not.
Once outside, the fresh air smelled like victory. I kept running through the yard, happy as hell when the beater came into sight. As soon as I was in reach, I snatched the driver’s door open, threw the bags in my hand in the back seat, and jumped in. Grabbing the keys that I had left in the ignition, I turned the engine. Lavell and Nell were just able to hop in before I was throwing that bitch in drive and pulling off.
“Damn, you gon’ leave us?!” Nell fussed.
As I raced down the alley, he finally managed to get his door closed.
“Chill out!” I barked. “You motherfuckers were taking too long.”
“Shit!” I bellowed as I punched the steering wheel and threw the cash back into the bag.
I was seething as I glared out of the windshield, staring at the park in front of us.
I had pulled into a park to count the money and dope. I couldn’t wait until I got to Nell’s crib. After counting all of the small bills, I had only counted seventy-five thousand.
“Man, seventy-five racks is nothing to sneeze at. I’m happy,” Nell said with a smile.
“Right,” Lavell agreed, irritating me. “And we gotfifteen bricks to push. We set it at a right price that can be damn near three hundred and fifty thousand.”
“Whatever, man,” I grumbled. “Give me the shit.”
“Why? What you doin’?” Lavell asked.
“I gotta put it in the fucking trunk!” I snapped as I snatched one of the bags from his lap. Opening my door, I kept fussing. “You wanna ride around the city at two in the morning with bricks in yo’ lap, dumb ass?”
I got out of the car and snatched the bags from these goofies as they handed them to me. Then, once at the back of the car, I took my gun from my back, glaring into the car through the back window. Neither one of them was paying any attention. They were laughing and talking like shit was sweet, but as I started to fire the gun into the car, they soon knew that nothing about this was sweet. I damn near emptied the clip into that motherfucker. I didn’t stop shooting until there was no bullets left and Nell and Lavell were slumped over.
“Stupid motherfuckers,” I mumbled as I walked back over to the driver’s side.
I took a wipe from my pocket and started to wipe away all traces of any of my fingerprints. Then I reached over and checked Lavell’s pulse. I was glad to see that any way to split the money had been eliminated. Then I reached into the backseat to do it again and felt a faint pulse on Nell.
“Shit,” I cursed and then fired two more bullets into his head.
And now, the last split was gone and this come up was all mine. Despite my greed, these motherfuckers had to die. Caine’s mother was on the police about finding him, so I had to eliminate the witnesses.
With all of the money and bricks in my hand, I walked awayfrom the beater without a care in the world. I could still smell the gunpowder as I made my way out of the park and up the street to my Mustang as it sat waiting on me.
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Aweek later, I was feeling like the man again. I was caked up, and more money was coming in as I got rid of the bricks. I had never been a drug dealer, so I was just selling the bricks to the highest bidder. I was trying to get rid of them fast. I had managed to pop a few bricks off to a few hustlers that were in a drought. I was selling the bricks for two/thirds the wholesale price. So, my phone was jumping with potential buyers once the initial hustlers that I had sold some to started talking. I had bought a 2025 Porsche truck in cash. It had cost a nice amount of my bread, but I had waited too long to ride foreign. That bitch sat pretty in front of Black Ice every night.
I wasn’t worried about Kev finding out that I was the nigga that had robbed him. He didn’t know me from the next man, and I had eliminated all loose ends. Besides, the money I had stolen was what he owed his connect, so I heard he was hiding out from that Mexican motherfucker.
“You okay, babe? You need anything?”
I looked up at Felicia and my insides turned. I was so ready to get away from her and would as soon as the new spot that I’d found was available. Until then, I was putting up with her because she still didn’t want shit in return for me laying my head there, except some dick.
“I told you I’m straight,” I groaned, irritated. She had been trying to smother me since Nell and Lavell’s bodies had been found in the park the next morning.
Lavell and Nell’s murders had flashed across the news screen and in two minutes they were gone. Since their parents were either dead or dead broke, no one could afford to bury them. So, they were cremated without any services.
Felicia wasn’t slick, though. She was catering to me because she thought that I was mourning my friends’ deaths, but she also saw that I had some cash now and was trying to work her way in. Little did she know she had both feet out of the door.
“Y’all hungry?” she asked the kids.
