KARMA (August Alsina)

Back to the Money{19}

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August POV

(2 days later)

"She seem like she ah good girl, but somethin' off wid' ha', yah heard me?" I inhaled as I took a puff of the blunt.

"Whatchu' mean?" Cash asked.

"Man I'on even know. She was just trippin' fa a minute."

"Damn already?" He looked confused.

"Nah not like that."

"You talking in circles woadie."

"I'on even know if I know what tha' fuck I'm talkin' bout. I was fucked up." I chuckled.

"You need medicine. We gotta job tho'."

"Wazaaaaam?"

"We gotta get ah Rolls-Royce Wraith and ah Bentley Continental. 2 weeks."

"Both?" I looked confused.

"Both. The payout sick tho' ya heard me?"

"How much."

He just sat thea' smiling wide as hell.

"Nigga how much? Oreo looking ass, white ass teeth. I'an never seen a nigga that brush his teeth so much but don't wash his ass." I shook my head.

"Fuck you! I wash." He chuckled. "400. 200 a piece." He passed the blunt back ta' me.

The room got quiet and I knew we both was already making plans wid' tha' money.

"Damn." I mumbled.

"Ya feel me!" He rubbed his hands together.

"Fa' anotha' hunnid they can cop one easy tho'."

"Paper trail. You know what that shit lead to. Ain't no tellin' how these niggas makin' cheese."

"I hea' you." I nodded.

My mind quickly drifted to Turk. I was definitely gon' have words wid' that nigga come time to collect my cheese. I'on care how long its been, ima find out what I need ta' know.

My mind then drifted back ta' Na Na.

"Aye, didn't you say you seen ole girl in Walmart right?"

"Yeh...."

"Didn't you say she was pregnant ah some shit?"

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Natasha's POV

I had just left the restaurant and I was on my way home. Today was busy as hell but I stayed on my P's and Q's. If anybody knew how many commas was in my bank account they would deem me out to be crazy for working there. But they don't know and they won't ever find out.

I must have been in deep thought because I missed my exit and I was headed in a familiar direction I've went so many times. I hesitated and debated on whether or not I should turn around but my foot stayed on the gas pedal.

I reached my destination and parked, fixing my black knee length dress before getting out of the car. My Louis Vuittons clicked against the concrete as I made my way up to the door.

EEEEEERRRRRRRRRN!

I hit the buzzer on the door.

"Who?!" A familiar voice spoke.

"I'm here to pick up my flowers." I spoke back to the buzzer.

A few seconds later the door clicked and I knew it was unlocked. I walked in and continued until I reached the right area.