Keondre
The gang and I decided to drive the getaway car to a vacant parking lot that was down the street from the city's police department so that we could observe who would be pulled in for questioning. We also parked there to part ways after getting splitting up the money. I rubbed my hands together at the sight of all of those bands and wanted nothing less than to hit up the Gucci store and fuck up a check.
"We got $400,000 to split four ways." Trey, the get away driver, announced.
He quickly counted out hundreds of stacks and passed out $100,00 to each of us swiftly. We were all ready to part ways but everyone froze when they saw the chick from the bank walking into the police station.
"That's the bitch from the bank, man, I bet she in there snitching on us as we speak." Jay, my right hand man, spoke up, breaking the silence.
"How she gon' snitch when she don't know who did it?" Trey questioned.
My heart began to race and I buried my face in my hands, as the image of me pulling my ski mask off and exposing my face ran through my mind.
"Nigga, you showed her your face?" Trey screamed, "We' fucked."
"Fuck you mean 'we'? Nah he the one that showed the bitch his face, not me." Mike interrupted.
Nobody really fucked with Mike but he had perfect aim when it came to shooting and he was a grade-A thief so he was definitely the man for the job if you were planning on robbing someone.
"Like I said, we. If one go down, we all going down." Trey scowled at Mike's disloyalty.
"Let's just snatch the bitch up and rough her up a little so she'll be too scared to tell." Mike sighed with a subtle groan.
"Hell nah, that's another charge. I'm good." Jay shook his head as to say no and I smacked my lips. They were acting scary as hell as if they'd never snatched somebody up before.
"I'll do it, man, damn. Y'all acting like some bitches right now." I spoke while grimacing at their non-courageousness.
"Nigga, you the one that got us in this mess in the first place." Jay replied.
"Whatever man, there she go right there." I got out of the car and snuck up behind her.
I pistol-whipped her, placed a wash cloth that I had doused in chloroform over her mouth, and picked her up. I dragged her over to the stolen get away car that had a forged licence plate and saw her eyes slowly but surely close. Mike opened the car door for me and I threw her in. We all parted ways before I sped off in the direction of my house.
I groaned loudly and gripped the steering wheel when I thought about the predicament that I'd gotten myself in. I knew that robbery shit was a dub and I knew that I shouldn't have done it but my need for money was dire so I just went along with the plan. I was thinking about what I was gonna do with the woman from the bank when I was distracted from my thoughts by her moving around in the back seat. I guess the chloroform wasn't strong enough to knock her out for long because she woke up as soon as the groan escaped from my lips.
"Where am I?" The brown-skinned lady asked, her eyes moving around the car wildly.
Why couldn't she have just slept for a few more minutes so that I could've gotten her into the house without a hassle? I thought while ignoring her and turning into my driveway.
"What are you gonna do to me?" She continued to pester me with questions.
"Aye, man, shut the fuck up." I turned around and sent her an evil looking grimace that was aimed to let her know that I was nothing to play with.
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His Fugitive
Romantizmco-written by: @curvana & @amourfendi Growing up, Dearra was always well taken care of. Anything she wanted or needed was placed in front of her at the snap of a finger. Keondre on the other hand, had to work and grind for what he wanted and needed...
