•Kehlani•
Klyde helped me as he guided my hands on the gun. He was teaching me how to use the gun correctly since I didn't know how.
"Ready?" He said as his hands were over mine, making sure I was holding the gun right. "Bout to get this money. In and out just like last time. Anything pop off, get up outta there." Klyde told me the plan for tonight.
Klyde took the gun and set it on the dresser, as he grabbed his bag with the money in it. "Count this for me." He opened one of the pockets and pulled out a stack off money with rubber bands around them.
As I started counting the first stack of money, I opened another pocket and got out a necklace we had stole the other night and mentioned me to come over to him. I rose up from the bed and went over to him. He took the small gold necklace and put it around my neck and leaned in before his soft lips met mines.
I looked up into his eyes his before I took his hand and led him to the bed. Klyde helped me count the stacks of money before we laid up and chilled before we had to go.
After a couple hours we got up and got dress for tonight. Klyde wore a black jacket, black sweats, black everything and so did I. As I continued to get ready Klyde packed the stuff we need and his gun.
We made sure we had everything before leaving. It didn't take long before we got to our destination, but Klyde made sure he parked a couple blocks down and in an empty parking lot.
Klyde said, "Baby are you ready, don't be scared, think deadly, think fast.." He looked me in my eyes, "I swear that we gettin' married." He leaned over, and whispered give me a kiss.
-Look me in the eyes when we hop up out the Honda, creepin' in the lawn like shadows.
We got out the car and began walking to the house. We went through the back gate. Klyde and I took out our flash lights. As I took shined mine around I made sure to remember my surrounding so I'd know the way out.
My heart beatin' ,knees start to weakin' ,we become depend hitting licks on every weekend. I wonder, do you ever get tired of this..cause fast money ain't forever, but no money ain't no better, doin' what we got to, to culminate the cheddar.
Once in, Klyde pointed me to go in one direction while he went in another. I did as he said and went over to go knock out there lights.
Cause baby I love you, I love you so much, that I'd do about anything for you, even risk it all.
And I am torn between my heart and mine, trying to convince myself that this is all right.
I went over to a box that had jewelry in it. Gold rings, diamonds and all..
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Klyde made sure he didn't make any sounds as he looked around looking for money. Someone quietly but fast came up behind Klyde and pulled a gun to his temple.
"Don't fucking move. Why the fuck are you in my fucking house!" The man yelled.
The only thing Klyde could think as the man had a gun to his head was Kehlani.
"Run Kehlani run!" Klyde shouted loud enough for her to hear, before the man put 3 bullets in Klyde's head.
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I dropped everything I had in my hands after I heard Klyde voice and the gun shots. I grabbed the bags and ran. As I was running I saw someone at the corner of my eye just standing there. I took out my gun and aimed it at the figure, only to figure out it was a little boy in his PJ's.
I lowered the gun slowly before running out the house. I went through the gates Klyde and I went to and kept running. I heard sirens, that only made me run faster but soon after I came to a stop as the police pulled up right in front of me. I dropped my bag and held my hand up in surrender.
We pulled up to the second house on the left nervous as fuck, you could hear it in our breath, but anyways he touched my face so softly, I knew it was time. For a split second all I wanted to do was cry. Not out of fear, just my heart screaming how wrong it all was, but survival of the fittest. Sometimes things are wrong in love. Last long, hand clast, prayer to the sky. God watch over us.
-Love Kehlani & Klyde
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