TONI'S POV
SUNDAY. MARCH 3, 2019.
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"Where we headed today?"
"Calabasas, San Fernando, Lincoln Heights and Hermon," I said as we walked out the money room.
"God-Damn. We riding all around North,"
"It ain't that far from here. Kevin, go tell Rylo and them other lil' niggas to hurry up. They got South,"
"Igh.."
"Chris, go get Five duffle bags and three of them money counters. The new ones up on the top shelf to the far left. Do not drop them,"
"I got it," He said, walking away. I eyed him. His yellow ass clumsy as fuck and already broke plenty of shit.
Me and Rihanna walked down the hall to my office and grabbed some more of stuff before heading down to the garage. I grabbed two of my favorite hand-guns and a MP-5 automatic from off the wall, just in case something were to go down. Those North niggas different and like to pull a lot of shit. I'm not with it.
Chris walked in and sat the duffle bags on the table, holding the boxed up money counters. We put the weapons into the bag before I closed it up, throwing it over my hurting shoulder by mistake. It was still a little sore but healing pretty good.
Not long after, Kevin came into the garage with Caleb, Antonio, Rylo, and Tyler trailing behind him. I dapped them up and smacked them on the back to get their head in the game before I tossed them the keys to one of the trucks. They get nervous before every round and I could understand. They young but also chose to get involved with this life, themselves.
"You printed that money graph?" I ask Kevin. He nodded and handed me a beige folder. I skimmed through it and nodded, putting that in the duffle bag too. "Grab the other ones and let's go.."
"Can we stop to get something to eat?" Rihanna asked and I looked over my shoulder at her.
"You think we was gon ride around all morning and not get something to eat?"
"I was just asking. Damn.." She mumbled and I kept walking. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and reached down in it to grab it, unlocking it. It was Janet texting me.
From, Ms. Sexy 🥴
Are you busy?
To, Ms. Sexy 🥴
finna head out to get some money. wassup?
From, Ms. Sexy 🥴:
Oh Okay. Never mind.
To, Ms. Sexy 🥴:
nah, wassup?
From, Ms. Sexy 🥴:
Nothing, It's okay.
Looking at the message, I knew it was actually something. I stopped myself from walking out of the front door and turned around, going to sit down on the couch. "What you doing, nigga? We gotta go.."
"Y'all go ahead and make sure my shit add up. Kevin in charge,"
"Bet.." He cheesed, going out the door with Chris. I mugged his happy ass, sitting back.
"And why you not coming?" Rihanna asks me and I sucked my teeth, looking at her. She be getting on my nerves with all them fucking questions. "Man. Pass me the key before you piss me off,"
I dug in my pocket, tossing them at her chest. "Don't go fucking up that truck. Ian buying another because of yo dumb driving,"
"Fuck you. You shoulda be coming,"
"Go get my money fo' I take you off and replace you,"
She sucked her teeth, walking to the door. "You do too much. It was never that serious.." She said before she walked out, slamming the door. She annoying.
