What's Love Got To Do With It

Chapter 2

A hour later Frankie and Keithy sat in front of Cal's girl friends house smoking A backwood.
"So you sure they not gone drug test you?" Kiethy asked Frankie passing him the Blunt.
"I mean they haven't so far I been out for almost five months I been smoking for two I think I'm straight." He Said inhaling smoke and holding it in. "Man fuck this nigga always taking forever!" Frankie barked looking toward Tiana's house. Calvin and Tiana had only been dating for a year and she was six months pregnant.
You know he probably in there right now eating the groceries." Keithy said putting the finishing touches on the blunt he was rolling. "That nigga ain't hitting my Blunt." Frankie chimed in.
"Here his ass come now." Frankie added watching his right hand man step onto the porch. Calvin Harris was light skin standing at about 6'2" he had big brown eyes that made him always look like he was sad. He was averagely slim built with a almost pencil thin mustache. But it wasn't his looks he was known for he was a true headache for any local hustler or dealer trying to make a rise in the city. He was almost as lethal in the robbery division as he was with a pistol if Someone was to pay the boy for murder he would be a very wealthy little fuck up. But murder was only a release point for Calvin he argued that it made him feel better the same way robbing someone made him feel like he had a certain power over the individual. But it was weird he never killed anyone he robbed.
"Bring yo pretty ass on." Frankie yelled through the car window. "This nigga always moving in slow motion for dramatic effect and shit." Cal climbed into the backseat of the car and put his hood on. "Pull around the corner. He said looking at the house as if he expected someone to come running out. "she must be on yo ass?" Keithy said laughing to himself.
"Man fuck you!" Cal snapped. Every since she got pregnant her ass been a whole new person bruh on me, her ass always tryin to give me lectures about how we need to move out of her moms house and i need to stop messing around in the streets man I don't want to hear none of that shit!" He said
"But what's up with that other thing?" he asked looking from Frankie to Keithy
"Aight look." Frankie said turning in his seat facing his comrades. I checked them cats from Terry Town they down there eating for real talkin damn near one hundred g's every other week. They count they cash in this building he said pulling out his phone and showing them a picture.
"Entrances?" Cal asked lighting a blunt.
"Two Frankie said. Holding up two fingers. One in the front then it's a door around the side both barricaded up so the only was in is to follow one of them niggas in."
"Man power on the inside?" Cal retorted. "That's the fun part you see it's a nigga on the other side of the door with a shot gun military grade shit. It'll be a few other people In there but that's all for the inside."
"Shit sound to sweet Calvin said rubbing his chin hairs.
"I haven't got to the hard part yet." Frankie cut in showing them another picture this is the house in the middle of the block the houses here and here are used as armed points I mean there might be at least ten to fifteen niggas in each of them. He said looking at Calvin then to Keithy.
"So what's the plan?" Keithy asked staring at Frankie. "I'm not sure I don't know how we gone clear that house and make sure we don't run into a ambush while trying to escape."
"Ok so we take a few days and figure this shit out cool?" Keithy asked looking around the car.
"Yeah thats one hundred aye drop me back off before this girl come out here looking for me." Calvin said frustratedly