"We have a man down here gunshot wound to the chest we need a paramedic down here STAT!"
Before my eyes, I had my team in the middle of a robbery gone bad trying to see what the fuck went wrong. A man is sitting here bleeding to death in my arms. To my surprise, I knew the man.
"I need you to stay with me okay? Stay with me!" I said to him.
"I need the surveillance videos NOW! Run it back for me I need to see what went down in this casino before the robbery!" The man is dying. I hear him giving up before my own eyes.
"Can you tell me what happened? Can you hear me?" I asked repeatedly.
"Tell Brooklyn..." he said words slurring.
"Tell Brooklyn what?!"
"I tried..."
"What does that mean? Sir? SIR!?" I replied. His eyes closed slowly, no pulse available. I knew he was dead.
The paramedics arrived and took him away from the scene. The officer was finally able to pull up the surveillance cameras for us to see. And what we saw, was shocking.
"Why are you doing this? Is this really what you wanna do? How far we've come? All the money we've made IS THIS REALLY WHAT YOU WANNA DO?"
"When it comes to money, I'll do anything baby."
"But it was supposed to be us!"
"And now, it's just me..."
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General FictionHave you ever met a heartless girl from Manhattan all about her money? Brooklyn Andrews is a 22-year-old hitman for the one and only Carlos Jones, the biggest drug dealer of all time and casino owner right in the heart of New York. When having to ta...
