Modern Day Bonnie And Clyde

30. Good turns bad turns good?

Lucious P.O.V

"Son, you better start talking. I swear if I don't get some awnsers in the next five minutes imma throttle you" I scream and I can feel my blood pressure rising.

"Yea y'all needa start talking or I'm not gonna be able to control what happens to you in 5 minutes" Cookie adds pacing.

"I'm sorry, I should've made him tell you instead of trying to handle it" Tiana whispers angering me a little more, what the fuck did they do.

"It's not your fault T it's mines-" but before he can carry on I can feel the cold metal of a gun pressed against the back of my head. I glance over just a little to see Cookie frozen by my side a gun nuzzled in her long curly locks.

24 hours earlier
Tiana P.O.V

"Keem wake up" I whisper shaking him back and forth.

"Mmm" he mumbles still very much asleep.

"Wake up" I whisper yell once again making him peak one eye.

"What's wrong T?" He asks looking at me like I've lost my shit.

"Listen" I mutter.

"Tiana it's 3 am we have to work at 5 can you please stop playing games-" I smack his arm.

"Just listen, damn" I say and we go dead silent. The rustling from downstairs yet to cease.

"The fuck?" Keem mutters sitting up. He pulls the covers off only boxers on as he slides out of bed and cautiously walks towards our bedroom door. I hop out the bed quickly following suit.

"What you doing? Get back in the room lock the door" keem orders, I toss him a look grabbing a bat as he grabs his gun.

"Stop playing, if you're going down there I am too" I demand my voice below a whisper but still sturn.

"Jesus, come on" he breathes pushing me behind him. I roll my eyes as we slowly walk down the stairs making sure to make no noise.

"Keem" I say grabbing his attention. I point towards the security room. It's obvious someones in there from the rustling nosies.

Keem nods looking around before he opens the door, we both slide.

Click.

I almost jump out of my skin as the lights in the room click on, the switch being on the other side of the room.

"Hope I didn't wake you" this Spanish man says sitting in our chair while eating a sandwich.

"Why the fuck are you in my house at 3 in the morning" keem questions like he knows this man. He instinctively steps infront of me and a I can feel a shield of protection around me.

"Now, is that any way to speak to me Hakeem?" The man asks taking a bite of the sandwich he probably just made from our kitchen.

"Imma give you ten seconds to bounce"keem growls.

"Or what" the man says sitting up in his seat.

"Imma shoot you in that hard head of yours then call the cops to get ya ass" he counters unbothered.

"Don't write no checks yo ass can't cash" he barks.

"Ya time running out" keem says through gritted teeth.

"Lil boy I know ya wife here and all but you besta stop showing off. You won't do shit, I'll take my chances" he laughs leaning back in the chair.

A sly grin creeps on keems face before he pulls the safety off the gun. Shooting the man right near the neck. My eyes widen as the guy screams out in pain.