*King's Pov*
My dad and-- I mean, Malik and I are on our way to Bank Of America. I'm not supposed to call him dad, they might want to kill me more than him. We were down the street and I pulled out my two MP-10's and gave Malik a Franchi SPAS-12 . We parked behind the building itself and pulled on our masks.
Malik:" Are You Ready?"
Me:" Yes Sir."
We sprung out of the car and he bent the liscense plate inward, that way if they tried to identify the vehicle, they couldn't look there. We walked into the two front doors of the bank.
Me:" This Is A Stick Up! A.STICK.UP. Get The Fuck Down, Now!"
All of the people started whimpering and crying. See, we don't intend to actually shoot anybody, but if things pop off, we know what we gotta do. Malik went towards the people at the desks.
Malik:" GET OVER THERE WITH THE OTHER PEOPLE WITH YOUR HANDS UP. DON'T PULL ANY SLICK SHIT, OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL BLOW YOUR ARM OFF."
The six employees slowly raised their hands and hesitantly walked over to the rest of the scared people. He pointed at one of them.
Malik:" Except for you. Give me the money."
She cried harder and went to the back. Niggas just love to test people huh? Some fat ass bald dude was about to pull something on me, so I whipped around and shot him, dead in the face. Everyone screamed.
Me:" SHUT THE FUCK UP, OR EVERYBODY'S DYING, RIGHT FUCKING NOW."
I continuously glanced out of the glass doors, checking for any signs of the police; Nope. A Couple minutes later, there was a gun shot. They screamed again, but I gave them a certain look; Although they couldn't see my face, they knew what was up. I was looking around and seen a lady on her phone, probably about to call someone for help. I didn't want to shoot her, so I shot her phone. It broke and she dropped it from her hands.
Me:" Y'all Niggas Just HardHeaded Than A Motherfucka , Huh?"
Five minutes had passed and Malik motioned for me to come on.
Malik:" IF ANYBODY SNITCHES, I CAN AND WILL FIND OUT WHERE YOU LIVE. "
We snuck out through the back door and hopped in the car. We pulled off our masks and put our guns in the backseat.
Malik:" You Did Pretty Good, King. Maybe You Were A Robber In A Past Life Or Something. Who Did You Shoot??"
Me:" Some Fat Guy Who Was Tryna Pull Something On Me, And A Phone Out This Lady's Hands. What About You?"
Malik:" The Damn Girl Was Bout To Push A Emergency Button. Like, You Dumb Bitch, Do You Or Do You Not See This Big Ass Gun In My Hand??"
He smiled a little and we finally got on the freeway. Then guess what? Blue and Red Lights Flashed In The Rear View Mirror.
Us:" Damn! "
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Shortyyy !
~Kiya
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72 Hours (Chris Brown)
FanfictionI'm getting her back, No matter what the consequences are. Whoever did this, Fucked with the wrong person; I take care of mines, so when I find out who did it, Best Believe, Your Ass Is Mine.
