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Not Edited!Herald P.O.V
I work hard and fast making sure I gathered up all the grass and bricks. Separating them and putting them in packs. My shirt was off but that was normal considering that the old abandon warehouse was hot and full of workers. We loaded the cars and everyone started to drive off with at least two or three people with them. At first, we were going to make these drops all together but that would have been stupid because that would bring attention to us.
"Ight we go there and make sure they have our 5 grand and we outta there," I told them as I gripped the wheel and looked down glancing down at my glock. It was fully loaded but I made sure to have it on safety, unlike Max who kept swinging it around and recording videos on snap chat. "Chill with that shit you fucking idiot that's basically giving our self away!" I mugged them and they gave me a look.
"Mann whatever," They mugged me back before chilling on their phones. It was late at night and we were almost at our destination. Amara was on my mind the whole ride and if it wasn't for her keeping me calm I would seriously be outta here a long time ago.
We pulled up slowly to the mansion and I wasn't expecting this but I didn't have time to worry about that. The car was lead to the back where Tj unloaded while Max and I sat rigid under the states of multiple men. I walked to the person I was selling it too and shook his hand before handing him a pack. He nodded and checked it out.
"Okay, this is what I invested my shit in," I nodded and kept quiet.
"Only the realist," Max butted in and a nigga wanted to bust a cap in his dumbass. I putt my hand out and silently asked for the money.
He gave me 2 rolls of straight hun and I passed them to Max without saying anything. Did this nigga think I was stupid? He was clearly missing 3 grand and I surely needed or Buff would basically kill me his self.
"Your missing 3 grand," I simply muttered and looked at him bored. The fools behind me stopped counting the money.
He smirked and looked me directly in the eyes.
"Okay lil nigga you know your stuff,"
"You mean common sense? You'on got that?" His smirked fell and he called one of his men and whispered something. I stayed calm as possible while having a deep grip on my gun.
"So am I gonna have the rest of my shit?"
"Nah, lil man," I took out my gun at the same time all his men took theirs out.
A bang ranged off behind me and they guy in front of me landed on the ground. Before I could think Tj,Max and I bolted away from the scene. We swerved passed all the guards shooting and ducking. Cars chased us shooting until we reached a safety zone aka our neighborhood. I was breathing heavily - haven't done that shit in a while. The rush was freaking indescribable, once I dropped them off I went straight home. I couldn't ignore the pain from my arm any while. A bullet had grazed luckily it was only a small wound.
Shit, how was I gonna explain this to ma parents? I Shrugged,
'I fell'
You see I wasn't the best kid growing up. I got into fights, weed, gangs and so many other things just by the age of 11. My parents barely were there for me and I was the only child growing up. Parents had to work and it seemed like they forgot all bout me so I gave them reasons to remember me when I get arrested. I seriously didn't care and became a G by the age of 14 but then something happened. I changed, moved, and was reborn but ion know what's happening now. Amara just seems like the one and ion want her getting hurt so I got to do what I do. I'm sure she riding for me like in riding for her now even if the last couple of days she's been off. I think I may love her.
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