The Only Crime is Getting Caught

Fuck you

I woke up the next morning and my face was swelled up and Chres was gone. I fucking hate his guts. Well it's actually my uncle's fault.

I got up and brushed my teeth,took a shower, and all that other good stuff. I called my uncle and he answered laughing.

"Hello?"

"Why'd you tell them to let Chres beat me like that?"

"Honey calm down.That's just a test."

"No! That shit fucking hurt me and you're telling me to calm down? I fucking hate you bitches."

"Amira. I'm sorry, but that's how we get money."

"Money?! They could've fucking murdered me and you're talking about money!"

He got silent for a moment.

"Like I said I'm sorry. I gotta go."

The line clicked and I threw my phone at the door and Chres walked in making the phone hit more forceful.

"Hey babe."

I ignored him and got up to grab my phone. It wasn't cracked or anything. I could feel him staring at me. I turned around and just jumped on him.

"Why'd you hit me?"

He swallowed. "That was just a test,so if a woman does something beat her like that."

"Please don't hit me."

He kissed my forehead. "I promise I won't hit you again."

A loud knock on the door interrupting us talking and I answered.

"Amira and Chresanto. You gotta kill these niggas."

What the actual fuck.

"Damon Williams and Chris Johnson."

I nodded and Chres was handing me a gun and he pulled me in the car.

He pulled up to the house and he burst in and the guys were trying to flee out.

"Stay your black asses in here!"

They started laughing.

"A girl? Nah."

I punched one of them in his balls and he groaned in pain. The other stood there and I punched him in the throat and threw 'em on the couch.

"WHICH ONE OF Y'ALL IS DAMON?!"

They didn't answer, so I pulled out my gun.

"I don't wanna use this but I guess I have to."

I clocked the gun and they spoke up.

"Damon is upstairs."

I knew they were lying.

"Stop lying. Marco wants his money."

"Oh shit..."

"Is Marco your dad?"

"Don't worry about it! Where's the fucking money?!"

Chres walked back in the living room with a duffle bag.

"Is that the money?"

He nodded and shot both of the dudes leaving their bodies bleeding to death and I fled outside to the car.

"Y'all got the money?"

We nodded and threw him the duffle bag.

"Oh yea. You guys are keepers. Lemme tell Marco."

I sighed and hugged Chresanto tightly.

"Oh, y'all can go to the back. You're staying here for tonight. Don't worry 'bout clothes we got y'all stuff here."