Separated (Chris Brown Fanfic)

Chapter Twelve

Chris Brown

The drive to Bri's house had my emotions on another level. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as the negative thoughts continued pouring through my mind.

What if she woke up and called the cops?
What if she hates me?

Even then, something in my mind convinced me to keep going. My life was on the line here... and so was Bri's. We'd both be fucked if I didn't go through with this.

Pulling up to her neighborhood, I made sure to park a couple houses away so people wouldn't get suspicious. Taking the key out of the ignition, I rested my head on the steering wheel and thought. After today, I really couldn't continue pulling jobs like this-- even if I was dying. I'd rather die happy with my actions than upset with them. After all, you can't change shit after you're dead. What's done is done.

A sharp series of taps interrupted my thoughts, like a needle to a balloon. Looking up, I spotted Ty standing at my window. Squinting, I attempted to take a good look at his face since it was so dark outside. Nigga looked exhausted as fuck.

"Nigga, please tell me you ain't sitting here in ya feelings when we have a job to pull," he snickered. I flicked him off as he walked to the passenger's side and got in.

"Wait, where's your car at?" I asked, confused on how he got here.

"I walked. Bro took the car out on a spin earlier today and didn't come back," he sighed. "But I knew you needed my help for this job; I couldn't leave you hanging."

I slightly smiled at his explanation. "Thanks nigga, 'preciate it."

"It's nothing bro," he smiled back.

Simultaneously, our phones buzzed. It was Trey. He was around the corner with the supplies and the van. Ty and I exchanged looks before exiting my car. Something felt off, but there was no backing out now.

We met Trey in the neighborhood across from Bri's. He handed us our black jackets, gloves and ski masks to do the job. Zipping up the jacket, I let out a deep breath as I hesitantly slid on my gloves. Although I've done this several times before, something felt wrong this time.

As Ty and I got ready, Trey took out his universal remote and disabled security cameras that were planted all throughout Bri's house. Everything was going as planned.

Trey stayed inside of the van, turning the radio to the same frequency our police station used. He nodded at Ty and I before putting on his black headset and adjusting the microphone.

"You ready?" I asked Ty, who seemed to be spaced out.

"We need our earpieces," he motioned, looking at Trey.

"Oh shit, yeah," Trey chuckled before handing Ty an I our earpieces, which were complete with their own small mics. They were kinda like walkie-talkies; they helped us communicate with each other, and most importantly, with Trey.

"Let's go," Ty spoke lowly. We both dapped up Trey before heading out, towards Bri's back door.

Bri lived in one of those areas full of families with small children and old people. This made our job even easier, since most of her neighbors were at work or asleep considering it was around 10pm. The darkness helped cover our tracks easily as we creeped to the back of the house. The goal of the job was to get in and get out as unnoticeably as possible. We already knew exactly what we wanted. I've been to Bri's house hundreds of times, so this only added to my confidence.

Using the spare key Bri gave me, I unlocked the back door. No forced entry, no evidence, no arrest. Carefulness was everything here.

I gave Ty a nod as we both turned on the mini flashlights that were strapped to our heads.

"Aight so I'll take care of the upstairs area, and you do downstairs. Sound like a deal?" I spoke.

"Got it." he responded, walking towards the living room.

Letting out a sigh, I made my way towards the stairs. They creaked loudly-- almost begging me to go back down. But I didn't. My hands began sweating profusely underneath my gloves as I finally made it to the top.

The house was dead silent at this point. So quiet that you could hear a pin drop. After making my way to the overlook, I looked downwards, shining my light. No sign of Ty.

"Ty, you good?" I spoke quietly into my mic. No response.

"Hey Trey, any sign of Ty?" I stressed once more. This nigga was never one to just go missing during one of our jobs. I was perplexed.

"He's on my radar, his mic is probably just broken nigga. Hurry up," Trey laughed in response.

Feeling stupid, I continued with the task at hand. Time was of the essence here. Busting into Bri's room, I made sure to grab everything in sight. All of her diamond bracelets, designer dresses, shoes and extra shit went straight into my bag. Even as I ransacked her room, I made sure not to grab anything I knew she couldn't live without. I still cared for her; it was just complicated. Lucky for me, Bri didn't care about all that materialistic shit-- that was one thing I honestly adored about her. She had all the reasons in the world to be greedy as fuck, but she wasn't. She honestly deserved better.

After I finished looking through the other rooms for valuables, I made my way to the master bedroom. I could only imagine all the shit that was on the other side of that door. Bri's mom worked her ass off for it; too bad a majority of it would be in my possession after the night was over.

"Yo Chris, Ty isn't on my radar anymore. I'on got a good feeling about this. Hurry yo ass up!" Trey insisted. I only mumbled in response; his ass always seemed to be buggin' for no reason.

Quietly opening the door to the master bedroom, I found myself face-to-face with the last person I expected to see-- Andre.

"Breezy! Nice to see yo ass doing your job for once," he cackled, clenching his gun in his right hand. I stood in my spot confusedly.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"I'on know man, why'd you snitch?"

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I was gonna make this chapter longer but I reaally wanted to update, the next part will be up later today. Thanks for 5.3k reads omfg! Don't forget to vote and comment!!!