Page 9 of If I Gave You My Heart
I already knew that if we successfully scoped and robbed this place, we would be set for a little minute.
Before sitting up for my longest bid, I had run in enough cribs to know the basic layout of any house just by looking at the outside. With the two-car garage and the way the front was built, I could tell that the place we were casing had to have at least three bedrooms.
"When are they leaving for vacation?" I asked while we sat back and observed the activity in the house.
"Supposed to be today."
I squinted my eyes when curtains moved in one of the rooms on the upper level.
"I don't see a Ring camera or any cameras for that matter."
"This is gonna be the sweetest lick then," Dom boasted as he rubbed his hands together.
I looked around and checked the surroundings of the neighbors' houses.
Rich people always killed me because they lived too comfortably. I could already tell that the small subdivision that we were parked in had the kind of residents that would leave their damn cars unlocked through the night. I was the kind of nigga that thought about buying a crook lock when I had first purchased my car. My face twisted in disgust when I realized that none of their neighbors had cameras either. This lick would indeed be sweet for us, but I was appalled at how the rich lived. I was ready to get to the money, but something was not sitting well with me.
I felt uneasy whenever it came to doing something that could land me back in the slammer.
"We doing this tonight?" I asked as the nerves started to bubble slightly in my gut.
"Hell yeah. What, you wanna wait until they on their way back from Daytona Beach?"
"How the fuck do you know where they going?" I turned his way as I kept eyeing the way the curtain was moving on the upper level.
"Aye, girl at the post office said that muthafuckas go in there and run their mouth like it's a therapy session."
"Aight, cool… let's go. We have been sitting here too damn long."
I had a weird feeling about whoever was poking out that damn window, and the house that we were supposed to hit was placed in the middle of a cul-de-sac. That one-way-in, one-way-out bullshit did not sit well with me. Dom quickly pulled out of the community.
"You think we need the nigga that knows how to crack a safe?" I asked.
"Nah, ol' girl at the post office said the girl that put the mail on hold is young. She's one of us not to sound like that, but I doubt her ass got a safe in that house. Plus, I don't want to have to split anything else with anybody."
"Aight, cool."
As Dom drove, I thought about just how risky it was to even case out the house in one of our vehicles. Moving forward, we would have to change some shit up about this operation not to get caught up.
"How are we gonna move everything out that muthafucka?"
"Niggas move in the middle of the night all the time, so I'm thinking about using this box truck that I have parked on this lot. I used to move people when I first came here from Mississippi," he explained.
Knowing that we had access to a moving truck, I had all intention of cleaning that house the fuck up. So many times, I would get a bag and fumble it because I just assumed that another one was coming right behind that one. I ain't doing that shit no more. Whenever I got my next big payment, my ass was going to move differently with my funds to ensure that I would never be this down ever again.
Chapter 3
Nyoka
"Are you even packed yet?" Talia was pressuring me.
My clothes weren't even unpacked for an entire week before she wanted to hit the road and go somewhere. Granted, over the years, we hadn't had much time to hang out with one another because she was busy chasing behind the biggest baller when I wasn't traveling, fulfilling a contract. My cousin was a pretty ass girl with a big ol rack of titties on her. I could see why these country boys went crazy over her.
"Three days doesn't require much to pack," I said as I pointed at my Louis Vuitton duffle bag.
"Bullshit. This is what I'm bringing." Talia stepped further into my room, pulling a damn suitcase behind her.
I laughed because the girl was too much.
