KARMA (August Alsina)

Running{9}

Leslie in Mm

Leslie POV

I stood up in front of Turk ready to collect my payment. I had already went home to pack my bags and this was my last stop before I kiss Flint goodbye.

"It's done." I said matter of factly.

Truth is I didn't know whether it was done or not. I love Natasha to death but I ain't fucking with the Columbian Mafia. I knew when i accepted the job that there was no way we could pull it off.

Well I knew she could never pull it off. I never lifted a finger. It was always her. Somehow I always got her to do it while I played the back and called the shots.

"Where yo partner?" He looked confused.

"She's in the car. She put up a fight, wasn't really up to coming in."

"Word? Lemme go check on her then."

"NO! I mean, nah she straight. She just wanna be left alone. She a lil traumatized."

"Aite. And you sure its done?"

"Positive."

He walked down the hallway and came back with a big black duffle bag.

"300 thou, its all there." He smiled tossing me the bag.

"I'll be in touch." I smiled walking out of the warehouse.

I popped the trunk and threw the duffle bag in then ran around to the drivers side getting in, slamming the door.

I wanted out just as much as Natasha did but I needed her to pull off a couple more jobs so I could get enough money to get away.

I'm a hustler, that's all I know how to do. I saved her that day in the alleyway for myself. I needed her for my own personal reason. I never knew we would make this much money together or get knee deep in the game.

She was young and dumb. At times I would feel guilty but the hustler in me told me that I needed to make it by any means necessary. No 9 to 5 couldn't give me the things I wanted. I needed fast money.

Natasha was my only way out. I honestly didn't think she would last this long. I hated to do her like this but its either her or me. I choose me.

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August POV

I pulled around to my truck and Cash hopped out and got in to follow me to tha spot.

My adrenaline pumped but I had tunnel vision. All I saw was me gettin' this money and getting back home ta' Shannon. I couldnt see nothing else around me. I was finally gon be able ta chill and spend mo' time wid' ha', hold ha' hand and all that soft shit.

After driving fa' 30 minutes, we pulled up to the warehouse. Cash pulled off to the side, letting me pull the car in front of him.

We both got out the car and looked towards the door.

"You got it?" Cash asked me.

I nodded and walked in to find who I came fa'.

"Yung, my nigga. I thought you wasn't gon show. It neva take you dis long for a job."

"Its hea', you got my money?" I asked.

"Let me lay eyes on it first."

He walked over to the do' and opened it, looking at the McLaren. He smiled nodding his head, looking impressed.