The Monroe's

Mo: Bad Communication

I can't go one day without Ron and them blowing my phone up. Just one day is all I ask. I'll be glad when we do this one last big lick then I'm done with them for good. Shit I might not even do it, I have enough money to walk away right now.

All rules have went out the door since his lil brother Jon Jon start back riding with us. No communication for 3 days, gon out the window, wait a week before another hit, gon out the window as well as spending no more than $500 in a week definitely gone out the window. I swear if I get caught up in their shit I'm going to jail for fuckin Jon Jon and Big Ron ass up.

I answer my phone. "Yo!" "aye you got a stack, Jon Jon need to come home" Ron says. I sit my phone down and put it on speaker as I sit on my couch. "You ain't got it" I say with attitude. "I ain't there, I'm in Cocoa" "yea, tell somebody to come get it" "Aight and when I get back we all need to meet up and discuss the next shift we work, I should be back round 11" he says. I hang the phone up no goodbye or yea or anything.

That nigga Ron bout to have me on some I dont trust them niggas type shit, fuck it I don't trust they ass. I hop on Monica's social media and search for Nita's name. Found it, I like 2 of her pictures, she knows that means call me on Monica's phone. I wait for a few seconds and her phone rings.

"Hey, how are you" Nita says as I pick up the phone. "Bout to lose my fucking mind. That big ass nigga starting to trip. He need a stack for Jon Jon cause that nigga locked up" I say in excitement. "That's why he's been blowing my phone up, uh huh see I told him his brother wasn't a good idea. He just sent a text, he needs 2 stacks" she says. "What! He just asked me for a stack, he playing talking bout he in Cocoa and he wants all of us to meet before our next shift" I say. "I don't think I'm working that shift, I told him once before if Jon Jon working that night I'm calling in" she says. "Shit I told his ass that before, they worked the other night and I didn't go because of Jon Jon was working" I tell her "fa real, he told me you was working and you was gon be mad if I didn't come to work, then I seen you at the club" she says. "See that shit right there ain't cool, the nigga lyin and shit, I haven't been to work in 2 weeks" I tell her "wow he has me under the impression that you've been to work every shift" "naw, see for real, I'm done, I got enough saved up to walk away right now" i say "shit I do to" "I'm done I'm out" as I'm sitting talking to Nita, Monica pulls up Jon Jon's arrest.

"The nigga in jail for breaking and entering, robbery with or without a deadly weapon and having drugs on him. See that nigga is reckless" I say. "If you walking away I am too, you know I always got your back" she says. "Yea when he call bout that meeting I'm letting him know I'm out" I say. "aight, I gotta go my mom is in the room" "yeah, talk to you later" I say then hang up.

Bae I can't believe this big ass motherfucker has been playing us. I call his ass back and let him know what's up. The phone just rings and rings. Now I bet when they at the drop waiting on that stack and ain't no one there he gon be blowing me up. I hang up and call him back.

"Yo on some real shit, I'm out. Jon Jon is too reckless and breaking all the rules we had set up from jump and you letting him act like a animal. Y'all can have it don't include me in any more shifts, I'm good" I say. "Well shit I respect that, after this last shift I'm done too. My bro hard headed and he wants to live by his own rules and I ain't  no jail nigga, I like my freedom" he says. "Aight then cool, we got a understanding" I say, "yeah" he says then we hang up.

He text me: "meet me at the spot, Im thinking bout just saying fuck the last lick. Can you bring the stack please" I hit him back "aight"

I pull up to the construction site on my motorcycle. I see Nita and Chase standing outside their cars waiting. As I take my helmet off Nita smiles.

"Was up Chase, how was the last job" I ask him as I shake his hand. "I was just telling Nita, Jon Jon done fucked up. That nigga found a iPhone and an ipad and kept it. He also tried on a pair of shoes and a hat, leaving his damn DNA everywhere in that place and the nigga took a sip from a bottle of Vodka that was in the house. Then he was like since I dont have as much money as y'all do cause y'all been doin this for awhile I should get a bigger cut" he says. As I'm standing here listening to him I'm thinking that lil boy done lost his fucking mind, glad I didn't go with them.

"Tell him bout Sam" Nita hits Chase and say. "Oh yeah!" He says in excitement. "He's been stalking Sam, blowing her phone up from his brother number talking bout we got a lick at this hotel. Dude has been getting out of hand. She dont even ride with us no more, she hasn't in like 2 weeks. She stopped because he had her pinned up in a car, trying to kiss her and touch her and Ron big ass didn't do shit. So she changed her number, moved to a different county and stopped fuckin with us." "What the fuck!" I yell. "Yeah shit is crazy, I'm done, fuck that last big lick I'm good. And this nigga been in Tallahassee braggin bout the shit we do, and he mention our names" he says. I just stand there with my mouth wide open. I'm shocked as fuck. One lil ass nigga done fucked it up for all of us. I'm glad I saved that money and I have a real legitimate business of my own.

Big Ron pulls up and parks his car. He gets out and walk over to us. "Yo this the last meeting we having. I have about $95,000. After I talked to you Mo I thought about what you said and you was right. Jon Jon gone get us fucked up and like in said I'm not a jail nigga. So I'm canceling the last job. Y'all good with money right." He ask us. "Yeah I'm good" Chase and Nita say. "I was wrong I should have stopped him when he jumped on Sam now she want talk to me"  he says. "Yeah I heard" I say. "Y'all don't worry bout the money he can pay whoever bailed him out with his own money" Ron says.

As were standin there a car pulls up. I put my hands in my sweatpants and on my gun and Nita puts her hand in her purse where her gun is. The car stops and Jon Jon gets out the passenger seat. As he's walking our way I'm trying to figure out whose driving the car, I don't trust this nigga at all.

"So what time we heading out for this big ass job we all been waiting on" he ask. No one says nothing. As I'm lookin at him I'm just thinking bout blowing his head off. "It ain't no more jobs, the timing for this last job ain't right and Sam has the plans for it" Big Ron tells him. Now why he go and put her in this shit, just be real with the nigga. "Shit I need that, I don't have no more money or anything and I gotta pay my homegirls back for bailing me out!" He yells. Ron goes in his pocket and counts out $500 and give it to him. "This all I got, my money tied up in the islands" Ron says.

Next thing I know the driver door opens and some dude jumps out and rush us with an AK-47 pointed at us. Jon Jon pulls his gun out. "Don't shoot" Ron says as he looks at me and Nita. "Empty ya pockets!" they both yell. Ron throw his wad of money on the floor so does Chase. I stand there as I take my hands from out my pants and go in my pocket and throw 2 100 bills and a bunch of 20's on the floor. "You heard me faggot boy empty yo bitch as purse. Just as Nita is about to open her purse a set of headlights flash in on us. As I'm lookin at the car its the security guard, he drives closer. The driver puts his gun down and runs back to the car Jon Jon picks up the money and takes off running. As the car is getting closer Nita and myself run to my motorcycle, she hops on and I peel out.

As I'm riding so much shit is going through my head. I drop Nita off round the corner at her car and try to go find Jon Jon and his driver. Now he done pissed me off and I want his head. I should have shot his as when I had a chance. I think Ron set that shit up, he probably asked all 3 of us to bring a stack. Fuck Nigga! I yell.