Everything my mama said, stuck to me. I honestly couldn't disagree with what she said. Even though it seems weird for a mom to be supportive of her daughter being a hitman, my mom is with whatever I'm with. In most cases, people would probably call my mom stupid, or ignorant for allowing me to do what I do or let alone put up with the bullshit, but they don't know me. They don't know me like my mama knows me.
I was on my way back towards Gunna's house-garage thing, whatever it was. I actually have a good idea about this with him. Maybe I should just try something new.
When I pulled up outside, I was getting ready to call Gunna. But something told me he already knew I was outside. I got out of the car and pulled up the garage door. Not only was Gunna sitting on the couch, but so was his right-hand man, a partner in crime, best friend and all, Tim. They both looked over at me and mugged me.
"You must've known I was outside, huh?" I said while giggling. They didn't find what I said funny. They were both looking at me like I was an enemy.
"Well, I think it's time for me to roll. Aight, b." Tim said dapping up Gunna. They did this little handshake and I ain't going lie, I thought it was cute. Tim walked by and bumped the shit out of me.
"Excuse you nigga!" I said snapping.
"Oh yeah, my bad." he chuckled and continued to walk out of the door. I then heard Gunna giggle too.
"Oh, so you thought that was funny?" I asked him.
"Man, why you even here? Didn't you say you don't wanna work with me? I'm on some baby shit. What you back for? You left your percs or something?"
That shit was kind of harsh I ain't even going lie. Good lil comeback it struck the shit out of my feelings.
"My percs don't got shit to do with this!" I replied.
"So what does, Brook?" he asked.
"I came to apologize... What I said was wrong. I'm so accustomed to the shit I do on the regular, never thinking it might be nice to try some new things. I'm sorry, Gunna."
My words were honestly sincere from the heart, even though I just want to set him up to get this $30,000. But I do mean it, I shouldn't have been so mean to him.
"So let me ask you a question." he said.
"Anything!"
"Are you down to hit this lick in the morning?" he asked me. Even though I was still hesitant, I know what I need to do, and what I need to get done.
"Yeah... what time are we doing this shit?" I asked. He grinned at my response. He pulled out that damn binder again and went back to the page that Ahkbar was on. I walked over towards him and looked over at his shoulder at the page in the binder.
"7:45." he replied.
"In the morning!?"
"Yes in the morning what's the problem with that you only hit licks at night or something?!" he said sarcastically.
"Shut up!" I said while rolling my eyes. "It's not a problem, but why so early?" I asked.
"Well, it's best to do it right after the students leave from that block. We'll just try to blend in while they're standing outside the store, then when 7:45 comes, when the bell rings for the students, we'll go inside. Usually, in the morning, Ahkbar is the only one in the store. He has his money hidden in the back room. You'll get the money out the cash register, I'll get the money out the back."
"Why do I gotta get the money from the cash register where he's at?" I asked.
"Because only I know specifically where the money is at in the back!" he replied. The plan sounds kind of dumb, but I'm gonna take his word just because he sounds like he knows what he's doing and that he's been had this planned.
YOU ARE READING
Lick
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...