Love Affair

Money Man

Rocky POV

I woke up at 6:04am to a text from Twelvvy letting me know that we had a business meeting this morning.
I was aware that we were about to get into some major motion today, I'm talking 'bout M's! In about three hours we were about to hit the biggest licks that we have ever done. No petty shit either, if we do this right, we can be looking at over three-million-dollars deposited straight into the ASAP MOB treasury. I threw the cover off me and sat up in my bed and stretched my arms, letting out a big yawn before getting out of bed to get ready.

 I went to the bathroom starting first with my personal hygiene. For a street cat, I took my hygiene just as serious as my image because they both go hand and hand. Alot of these dudes just want to look the part externally but, they be funky as shit. Nah, that ain't me. Never have been, never will be. 

I turned the shower water on and stepped in for a brisk hot shower. I brushed my teeth and washed my face before giving my body and rich lather. I rinsed clean then got out to start getting dressed. We had to come dressed in all black of course, so I kept it clean and simple wearing my Black Label hoodie over a black basic T-Shirt with Polo Ralph Lauren briefs under black Raf Simmons jeans that I paired with some generic black socks and Air Force One's. I walked over to my bed nightstand to grab my wallet, phone, and keys then made my way out the front door to my destination; The Underground. The Underground isn't actually what it sounds like it's simply a hidden off spot deep in the walls of Harlem in a snug alleyway that we go to when The Mob is making very confidential plans. Nothing gets in or out that place without it being permitted first--that goes for plans, money, drugs, and people.

It wasn't far away from where I was so, I made it to my destination fairly quickly. It was just a few blocks and corners before I was walking into the dark and tight alley. I made sure to check my surroundings before ringing the buzzer. Someone opened the slot on the door that only revealed their eyes.
About six locks turned before the door quickly opened. I walked in turning to see Yams then dapped him up in our A$AP MOB formal fashion.

I scanned the room to see that everybody was here except for Carti. He can be so damn unreliable when it comes to shit like this but it's to be expected since he is the newest addition to the operation and the youngest but, those ain't no excuses. He knew what he was getting into when he begged to be in this shit so, I can't understand why he acts brand new at times. His actions are really showing that he may not be cut out for this kind of work. We don't need no liabilities.

"Aye yo, where is Carti? Twelvvy, did you call him to let him know that we was meeting up?"
Yams asked

"Yeah, I tried but it goes straight to voicemail. I sent him a couple texts too but he ain't hit back yet. "
Twelvvy said nonchalantly.

Yams just nodded his head and rubbed his chin, something that I noticed he did when he was getting in thought. 

"Look, we have to get started because time is money, aight.  In about two hours three vans filled with about a million each are gone hit the streets of Manhattan. Now this heist ain't like the ones y'all used to, this one's different. The slightest mistake could end your life, so everybody needs to pay very close attention and follow instructions."
Yams explained to us

"Now if we do this right we can get in, get the shit and get out without them even having the slightest clue as to who hit they shit. We all know that Antonio and his crew ain't got shit on us because we been under the radar, staying low-key. We know all about them and they know nothing about us and we gonna keep it that way. Everybody is required to where these mask with your hoodies. We will not address anyone by name that goes for nicknames too, this whole job will be done in silence. Get In and get out no extra shit, y'all got that?"