Bando

3

"I gotta go," I said to Algee and Keith as I ran out of Keith's apartment. I hopped in my Jeep and rushed over to the spot on the Southside of LA. When I pulled up, I saw Cortez and my other friend, Rico, standing by their cars.

Let me tell you about Cortez real quick. He was my dad's right hand man in all of his operations, even though he's the same age as me. When dad got locked up, he passed the operations down to me and Cortez became my right hand man. He's more like a big brother to me though.

And for Rico, I knew him since high school. I got him started in this.

Before I got out of my Jeep, I grabbed my pink pistol out of my glove compartment. I slid it in the back of my jeans and covered it with my shirt as I got out.

"Wassup M," Rico said. "Wassup," I said. "Now what yall mean 'it went down' ?"

Cortez looked up at me. "It went down. They got us."

My eyes widened and before I knew it, I ran straight into the spot. Soon as I went in, I saw everything out of order. Chairs flipped over, tables broken, glass everywhere. I ran to the room in the back and tossed the big rug off the floor. I took off a piece of the  wood from the floor. That's where I hid my money. I opened my safe and my money was gone.

"FUCK!!" I yelled out in anger. I walked out of the room, mad af. "The money's gone." I told Cortez and Rico.

"So is the supply. They took every ounce, mane." Cortez said.

"And you know it's gone take bout 3 days for us to bounce back," Rico said. The money's gone, our supply gone, and the spot is fucked up. The more I think about it, the more pissed off I get.

"Who tf drop the ball on this one?" I asked and gave them a look.

"I had to check on baby mama and my lil Risha. You know how that go," Rico said.

"And you?" I turned to Cortez.

"Well, I was here, but Nelle sent me that text," he said and grinned.

I hit him on the side of his head. "So we got robbed cuz you was busy getting you some pussy?!!"

He rubbed his head. "Damn mane I'm sorry! We gone be back on track soon. Don't worry about it."

Rico and I just shook our heads. What else can go wrong?

My phone vibrated in my pocket again. "Hello?" I answered.

"You have a collect call from--" I heard a voice machine say.

"Donovan Thomas."

"Shit!" I said to myself.

"If you would like to accept, say--" "I accept," I said and rolled my eyes.

"Hello?"

"Hey Dad, how you be--"

"Cut the bullshit," he said. "Get yo ass down here now! We got something to discuss." He hung up.

Damn! Now I gotta deal with him because of this bullshit. I should've stayed out of this like I did before.