"PUT THE FUCKING MONEY ON THE TABLE AND STEP THE FUCK BACK !"
The Russian guys kneeling on the ground with their hands in the air followed my orders as I held the gun down at them.
They slowly reached towards the money spread out in stacks held together by rubber bands and then placed them on the table.
"FASTER MOTHERFUCKER !" I yelled even louder as I shook the loaded gun in my hand.
With my trigger finger itching to pull on.
"Alright, Alright Calm The Fuck Down" the Russian guy yelled back at me.
I twisted my Glock 17 with one hand and pounded the bottom of it to the side of one of the Russian guys head.
As he grunted in pain and tried to stop the blood gushing from the area where I hit him with his hand I swiftly put the rest of the money in my duffel bag and took off.
I reached my car and noticed a scratch on the left side.
That bitch Tina scratched my fucking Lexus up !
I opened the door and started my car up real quick .
A bullet hit my wind shield just as i began to pull out the alley. But that gave me a boost to hurry and get the fuck outta there.
I roll down my window and place my Glock 17 and started bussing those lovely hot shells back at the Russians.
After I let off a full clip towards them I reached back in my car and headed to my private warehouse with my awaiting crew members.
"Wassup Bitches ! Daddies Home!" I made myself known when I walked in so they wouldn't think I was a OPP and accidently shoot me.
My crew members were wanted assassin's. They we true blood killers. It was five of us all together. And that's how we kept it.
Asap , Dolla , Brick , Macc , and me Carti , we hustlers. Aint nun ever stopping us from getting our mfkin money.
Any job we get assigned to we down for ready. We die for ours and we ride for ours. We respect each other. Cause we all know what happens when we cross a line.
I walk into the room where they sitting on the couches smoking and watching the game I made sure I had gotten both duffle bags full of money.
I sit the bags down on the table and and welcome every one to where I was.
"Barefoot."
That's a code name we say after everyone is finished with a job. Once someone says 'barefoot' its a wrap. If someone doesn't say 'barefoot' after a job, that's a whole different hell.
"This gotta be like a million between both bags."
"Well shit what you waiting on lets count this shit. You know the routine" Macc hollered at me.
"Aye dawg lower yo fucking tone. Big mouth ass nigga sit yo ass down stop breathing onna shit " I laughed as I put Macc in his place.
After we finished counting the money which came out to be just as I estimated, a million dollars, I went to the basement of the ware house and stashed the money in the 'almost impossible to open without the code' safe.
"Aiight Ill see yall hoes bright and early tomma " I said dapping up Brick and Dolla at the same time then headed to Asap and Macc.
"You Aint go stay fa the game ?" Dolla asked me in between puffs of the blunt.
"Nah . I got pussy to tend to , yo mama just called me up nd told me to come fix her plumbing. So im finna go lay pipe."
"Im go kill yo ass you talk about mama again." Dolla stuck his middle finger up at me as I walked out the door.
I headed to my car that I parked in the garage next to the ware house. I examined the scratch Tina placed on the drivers side of my 2019 Lexus.
I heard footsteps coming towards me so I reached for my Glock 17 once again to make sure it was in my hand.
I get in my car and started it. I lock my doors just because.
'TAP TAP TAP!"
A homeless guy forcefully tapped his dirty nail bids on my window.
"WHAT THE FUCK ?" I yell.
Stuttering, " Im im sorry man I just need a little help over here man just help me out brotha "
"Do i look like yo fuckin brotha nigga. Get the fuck outta here dirty junky !"
"Man I need help man im hungry man please help me " the guy said again.
I put my gun away and reached in my pockets for some money. I pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to him.
"Now back up you fogging up my window nigga. Dont smoke that shit up either "
I hurried and pulled off not giving him a chance to say 'thank you'.
I drove out the parking lot and headed home.
When I got to my front door, It was open.
