HIS-Story

HIS-Story~14

I poured myself a tall glass of cold water, without making a sound; I walked into the living room to see Shanice looking fucked up and sleeping her miserable day away. Like last night, her makeup was smudged and her hair was everywhere. From the look of things, she's going to have a banging headache when she wakes up and it'll be messed up if a person like myself poured cold water on her.

A evil grin spread on my face as I took a small sip of my water and poured the rest of Shanice head. Obviously not caring about my leather couch, that can be easily cleaned.

The look on Shanice face was priceless. Shock, anger, sadness and teary eyes was planted on her face when she looked up at me with the cup in my hand. I knew she wanted to scream at me or curse me out, even a little bit of both. But I gave her a daring look. My baby was sleeping peacefully in my bed and I did not want anything to wake her up.

"You ass." Shanice loud whispered. "Why would you do that?"

I shrugged. "I felt like it. Towels in the hall closet, clean yourself up. Afterwards, you can leave."

I saw her roll her eyes. "So you just going to kick me out like this." Shanice pointed to herself.

I nod. "Yeah, I said you can clean yourself up. You lucky I let you stay over."

"Are you expecting a thank you?"

"Hell yeah!" I snapped. "You walked in here so drunk that you couldn't hardly stand up, then you threw up all over my bathroom floor, lastly you slept on my couch all night. Under my roof. So yes, I expect a thank you and a little appreciation." A huff past my lips.

"When did you become such a bitch?" Shanice laughed, then groaned from her head pain. "Fine, I can tell when I'm not needed."

"I guess you can tell everyday."

Shanice flicked me off before stumbling off the couch and grabbing her black clutch. "Fuck you," it took her a few minutes to get the front door open. She finally stumbled out and slammed the door behind her.

I rolled my eyes and walked to the hallway closet to get a hand towel so I can clean the couch off. "Thank goodness she left." Amber walked out my room with only my t-shirt on. "By the way, you wasn't acting like a bitch." She wrapped her arms around my neck from the back as I wiped down the couch.

"So you was ease dropping?"

"I can't help it that the both of you was screaming at each other. Let's go shopping today," Amber suggested.

"Um," I stood straight up. "I have to work." Work, as in kill some muthafuckers that don't know how to rob for shit.

"Work?" Amber took a step back. "Oh, um okay," she put on a small smile. "I'll just call April, or Stacy."

"Stacy? Who's Stacy?" I asked. The only friends I know Amber have is April, and the other girls that always come along with us to clubs.

"My other best friend. I knew her since middle school," Amber informed.

"Oh okay. You coming back afterwards or going back to your apartment?"

Amber shrugged. "Of course I'll go back to my apartment, you're not going to be here unless you was going to give me a key," she chuckled but stopped once she knew I wasn't playing. "AJ, what happened to taking it slow?"

I sighed. "I know. But I want to see you here when I get back."

"Well you can call me once you're back, I can come over."

"Well that's the thing, I don't know if I'm coming back late or early," I explained. I looked up the clock to see that it's a quarter to ten, I needed to leave at ten since one of the people that I'm targeting usually leave their house at eleven. "Look, I need to go. I call you to tell you what's up."

Amber nod. "Okay."

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I sat in one of the cars (not stolen) from the warehouse so no one can easily recognize my truck, I parked a block away from one of the people's house. He lived in a suburban neighborhood, which means I have to be careful and don't look so suspicious. I'm once I saw the blue Mercedes and tags that read blaze drive down the main road, I started my car and turned down the street he came down from.

Instead of following him, I drove to his house. From the files, Marco Evans; an accountant that make six figures that he give to his ex-wife to keep her mouth shut about his odd fetish that I do not want to talk about, he has two cats and a daughter that left with a motorcycle gang member at the age of seventeen. From the files, Marco was alone and hold a boring life in a suburban neighborhood with two cats, an ex wife and a whore of a daughter that's probably getting fucked by ten different motorcycle members.

I get out the car and pulled out a spare key to the house. I was discreet but not too discreet to cause neighbors call the cops. I didn't dress down in my usual attire, instead I had on a button down shirt and khaki pants. I was basically dressed up as his church going nephew. I stepped inside the house to be greeted with the two cats and a huge portrait of himself with a mullet in his hand.

So conceited. I thought before closing the door behind me and stepping over his cats so I won't trip up. I needed to find his office, if I find his office I'll find his safe. When I find his safe I can crack it open and get the money or anything that involves in the robbery.

I checked every room in this damn house and I found nothing but a work out room, his daughter's room; he probably thinks she'll come back and his bedroom; which had nothing inside of it but books and a computer- fuck, of course the computer.

I quickly ran back upstairs into his room before sitting in front of the computer, trying to crack the code. I tried every name; his name, his daughter's name, his cats, the name he gave to his car and hell, even his ex-wives. But nothing, well that was until I put in his fetish.

Whips, chains and feet.

His home screen immediately popped up and automatically showed me into his personal files. I guess that the only reason he use this computer; for personal files that he doesn't trust to have on paper. I clicked on the most recent one to see his bank account. From his old records he had four thousand dollars in the bank before his wife took half; now he has almost two million. Unless he just won the lottery, he has no business having that large amount of money.

I went to another most recent file and saw pictures of the niggas that was involved with the robbery. Smart man, he did his own background check up on them.

I looked up at the clock on the wall to see it was half past one. I've spent over three hours here, trying to get some useful information to kill this nigga. I decided to print everything out and leave with a huge file in my hands.

Tomorrow I have to come back with a actual gun in my hand and kill him myself. Great, more blood on my hands. I'll add his name on the long list of lost souls.