"Never fall in love with the enemy," they say, but what happens when the enemy is way too irresistible?
Harmony thought she had it all under control, but one look from him and everything changed. She knew it was trouble, but his charm and mystery we...
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(Lunatic)
"You okay ma? Yo ass look scared as hell back there," the lunatic man says, glancing at me through the rearview mirror as I sit in the back seat of his car.
"Scared as hell" is a perfect way to describe how I'm feeling. How else should I feel? I'm about to have a part in a gun robbery and kidnapping. Am I supposed to be excited?
"I'm fine," I say dryly. "Since when did you start caring about people's feelings?"
"Oh, you thought my question was genuine, huh?" he grins. "Remember, dis is a "business," and I don't have time for any of my "workers" messing up."
"A "business," huh?" I thought, as his incompassionate words replay in my brain.
"Do you ever feel guilty?" I ask timidly.
"Ma, I ain't got emotions," he replies coldly. "All I know is how to get this money and how to get my lick back. That's it."
His words feel empty, leaving me with an unsettling feeling in my stomach. I can't shake the fear that once I'm done helping him get his revenge, he'll see me as disposable.
The way he talks to me, it's like I'm worthless, only kept around for his convenience.
*************
The rest of the drive to Augustine's house was silent. I really had nothing else to say to him. The closer and closer we got to his house, fear started to get the best of me.
I was afraid that things wouldn't go as expected and someone would end up getting hurt in the process.
*************
As we pull up to Augustine's house, the silence between us grows heavier, suffocating. My thoughts race, consumed by the fear of what awaits us inside.
"Here, put dis on," the man demands, tossing me a ski mask and gloves, his voice cutting through the heavy silence.
I hesitate, feeling the weight of the situation settling in.
With a steady hand, I pull on the ski mask and gloves, preparing myself for what's to come.
Stepping out of the car, I notice another vehicle behind us, carrying Trevon and four other men.
Once we're all geared up, Trevon's lunatic friend signals us to move in. On cue, all of the men go to their rehearsed locations.
One man keeps watch as the lookout, scanning for any unexpected activity. Another man scopes out the perimeter, searching for the best point of entry. The last two men, stay behind as the getaway drivers.
After a tense few minutes, the spotter signals he has found a way in—an unlocked window at the back of the house.
With Trevon, his lunatic friend, and me leading the way, we head to the back door.
