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Change Of Plans

I can't believe things went left like that! Where did I go wrong? I never fucked up on ANY move I mean literally, NEVER! Did I give off any hints? And what the fuck does he mean he's not dumb? Bitches go smack at niggas in the club all the time! Well, hoes do! I just don't get where I went wrong. Now I'm waiting in the bathroom, debating on what I'm going to do. Carlos is going to kill me I need this done by tonight! Obviously, this isn't going to be easy like all the other licks I've hit. Like cmon now, I've robbed and set up some of the biggest money makers. Drug dealers, hitmen, all of em! I've done it all I'm not amateur at this I just don't understand. Carlos's plan isn't going to work, I have to do something else. I gotta think of something.

While I was brainstorming new ideas, it just hit me. Something beneficial for me and Carlos. It was time to let him know what my new plan is and make him aware of what happened tonight. But first, I have to find Gunna again.

When he left out the bathroom, I noticed him go out the back door. The same back door I came in. That's odd to me... I thought no one really knew about that door.

I pulled down my dress and fixed my hair in the mirror, made sure my makeup was still intact and gathered myself together preparing for the worst that could possibly happen. One thing about my job, no matter what it is a very dangerous occupation. Anything can go wrong at any second with the type of dudes I deal with.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I checked my surrounding to see who was standing around. Now that Gunna knew I was setting him up, I needed to be aware and on my P's. I walked towards the back door exit getting ready to leave, but something didn't feel right. Call it a woman's intuition or my conscious, it wasn't sitting well with me.

While walking down the dark alley, I heard different types of noises. Someone was in the alley with me, and suddenly after realIzing, I heard a gun cock behind my head. Now I feel dumb. I don't got shit on me I'm really out here lacking. I turned around to see a familiar face. It was Tim. The same nigga Carlos told me about, Gunna's right-hand man. Baby ass Glock 26 in my face. But if I know the game by now like I really think I do, then I know he ain't going shoot me. I acted as if I was nervous just to throw him off. He had the gun aiming right at my face.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked while still having the gun aimed at my face.

"I'm... Um, my name.."

"Tell me!" he yelled as I stuttered. I was so ready to laugh in his face but I couldn't break my character!

"Brook! My name is Brook!" I yelled while fake crying. "Why do you have a gun in my face? Please, what did I do?"

"Who sent you?" He asked. Obviously, if I told his mans no one then it's no one these niggas are stupid. Even though he wasn't actually putting fear into my heart I had to act like he was.

"No one sent me please just let me go! I swear to god I won't say anything!" I said while begging and crying. He put the gun down and looked at me for a minute.

"She's telling the truth!" Tim yelled. Gunna came from behind the dumpster. Did he really need his man to confirm if I was telling the truth? The fuck is he, a human lie detector test? Fuck out of here.

"Good." Gunna replied. "I'm good, go wait for me in the car." Tim walked by me to get to their car.

Just like that? Can niggas just step off like they ain't have a gun in my face? Niggas I tell you. Nobody bolder than them.

"So.. you still trying fuck with me?" Gunna asked.

No the fuck he did not.

"Really? After your fucking scrawny bodyguard just had a gun in my face you really think I wanna fuck with you!?"