American Crooks

chapter 1 - Car Thieves

Mike and Mark were walking around the block looking for a car to hijack for some money.
"Man. What da fuck are we lookin' for?" Mike asked.
"Shit nigga. We lookin' for a nice fucking car." Mark replied.
"Damn son. Sounds nice." Mike replied with a sly smirk on his rough face.
"Man. We need somethin' good." Mark said looking around as they walked.
As they walked around the corner they saw a nice Lamborghini, they walked closer, and looked around to see who was watching, if anyone, so they could take the car and maybe sale it
"Wonder how much we could get." Mike asked.
"Bout $100,000 or more." Mark replied.
"Nice. After this I'ma take my girl somewhere nice," Mike said, "and then take her home to fuck her nice, tight pussy."
"Haha. Nice." Mark replied with a laugh.
Mark walked over to the driver side door, and then started to get the lock to unlock with out breaking anything.
"Come on. Come on. Come on." Mark said as he finally got the door open, but the car alarm went off.
"Fuck!" Mark yelled as he jumped into the car to kill the alarm.
"Fuck is right man." Mike said as he waited for Mark to unlock the other door, and kill the alarm.
Mark finally got the alarm to go off, but when he did her heard sirens from a cop car.
"Oh shit! It's the five-O! Let me in!" Mike yelled
Mark got the passenger door unlocked, then Mike hopped in, Mark then hit the gas, and they took off screeching like a banshee.
"Oh, hell fucking yeah!" Mike yelled as they screeched off into the traffic.
As they mixed into the other traffic they were spotted by a cop that started chasing them.
"Oh shit, man! We got the fuckin' fuzz on our motherfucka tail." Mike yelled.
"I know! So shut the fuck up! You fucka!" Mark yelled back as they weaved in and out of cars.
The police car stayed on their tail, and started calling in the stolen car.
"Shit man...we gonna have the entire donut station on us!" Mike said, as he turned around and stared at the police that was chasing them.
"Haha! Man," Mark smiled. "If we can get away with this we gonna be respected fo' life!"
"Respect sounds nice bruh." Mike smiled in agreement.

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As they talk Mark starts pulling away from the cop that is chasing them.
"Hey, shit, we pullin' away from 'em" Mike says with a smile.
Mark rolls the window down, puts his hand out the window with his middle finger towards the cop.
"Hell. Bruh. We gonna be rich." Mike says with a smile on his face as he relaxes into the chair.
Mark takes a hard right and gets off the highway.
"We gonna hide in an alley," Mark said. "And when night falls we gonna go get it resprayed."
"Okay, man." Mike replied.
Once Mark gets off the highway he pulled down an alley.

A few hours go by and it starting to get late in the day.
"We've been here fo' hours bruh..." Mike sighed.
"I know. But," Mark said. "We gotta hide 'til night fall so we can get the car resprayed."
"Fine..." Mike sighs.
Mark looks over at Mike, then laughs a bit.
"Man...what you laughing at?" Mike asks.
"Haha because you're being a baby about all this." Mark chuckles.
"Well, it's boring." Mike says a bit grumpy.
Mark rolls his eyes and turns the radio on to listen to some rap.
"Mmm I love rap." Mark says happily.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Same." Mike says still a bit grumpy.

The night finally rolls around, and Mike is asleep. But, Mark is awake and smiling, thinking of how to wake Mike up, and then he leans over into Mike's ear
"Wake up!" Mark yells as loud as he could.
Mike waks up and jumps a bit
"What the fuck!?" Mike yells and swings at Mark, but misses and instead hits the Mark's seat.
"It's time to go respray, and sale motherfucka." Mark says with a big smile.
"Ugh...why did you yell in my ear though?" Mike grows.
"Because it's fun to see you get worked up." Mark smiles.

"God I wanna fucking hit you," Mike thinks to himself.

"Anyways, lets go get it nice and pretty." Mark says as he starts the car and pulls out of the alley.
"Alright. We going to, um, T's right?" Mike asks.
"Yup, we are." Mark replies.
Mike looks out the window, then he looks at the radio, and turns it on to a rock station.
"Rock is okay." Mark says.
"Yeah they are." Mike agrees.
Mark sighs as he drives. Mike looks at him
"You okay?"
"Yeah," Mark replies, "just thinking."
"Ah, okay," Mike says. "I'll let you be then."
"Thank you." Mark smiles and goes back to thinking.