With many up and downs, scars, and almost emmanate death chasing them. A power couple of crime, A late Bonnie and Clyde, Hov and Sasha pull off one heist after another. Stealing over 10.5 million in cold hard cash, jewelry, and hardcore drugs, they...
"Here it is", Demi unhooked her seatbelt. She sat forward in the back seat, pointing to a dark alleyway
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Sasha swallowed nervously; lately the dark hadn't really made her feel uncomfortable, but she was a little scared at this moment. She looked at Hov who pulled the bag out of his pocket.
"Leonardo is over there." She pointed to a dark figure relaxed against the brick wall. He turned to look at them before stepping into the light.
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"Damn, he young as fuck", Sasha retorted, curling her lip.
Hov chuckled, "You say that about everybody BB"
Demi looked at Sasha, "That a nickname?" Sasha sighed, "No...my name isn't really Sasha."
Demi put up a hand, "Wait, hold that thought. Leo be impatient." Demi got out, grabbing the roll of money from Hov, taking it out of the bag.
"Leonardo baby", Demi said smoothly.
Sasha cringed as he kissed Demi on the cheek. "Thanks sis, they aight I guess", he was counting the bills. "Every bill. It's a pleasure doing business with you." He tipped his hat before glancing and winking at Sasha. He licked his lips as he walked away.
Once Hov had pulled up to the house, him and Sasha sat in the car on silence for a while. Demi apparently got the memo and got out without a word.
The moment Demi closed the garage door, Hov snapped at Bey, "Why did you kiss her?" Sasha looked at him, in shock, "What?" "You heard me, know good and damn well you did Beyoncé"
Sasha's eyes burned, she clenched her teeth angry, "Well If you and Calvin had not made a bet ya ass couldn't cash then me and Demi wouldn't have been put in that situation. And how the hell you gon tell me shit? We agreed you would always pull out and you didn't. I told you the birth control pills made me feel sick and you agreed it was Ok for me to stop them. We can't do shit with a baby Shawn!"
"You should have stopped me!"
"Nigga, what the fuck I look like? Your personal control expert. It's up to you to be able to hold your liquor, marijuana, coc, or whatever you take or decide to do. I told you that from the beginning, you don't fucking listen."
