Miles and I walked up to the glass doors of the bank.
It was day two of his big plan.
I had added padding on my clothes, light spots on my face and hands like vitiligo, a fake tattoo above my eye that read 'respect', and my hair was braided and concealed under a durag and a baseball cap.
I wasn't me.
As soon as we stepped in, the one man and two women inside stood up. "Please don't hurt our families. We did as you asked."
"We juss' wan' da munny" I said in a fake southern accent. "Y'all gone git' y'alls family back after we hightail it on' outta here"
It threw them off.
The door to the vault opened, and Miles and I walked in, carrying six bags apiece.
It had to get closed because of the triggered alarm, but I knew the bank tellers weren't stupid.
"I wouldn't put nun' past them, Joe" Miles said. "We git' eight minutes"
I started shoving hundred in my bag, scrambling all over the place. The gloves made it harder to sift through the bills to see if they were marked.
I threw the filled Jansport bag onto my back and shoved duffelbags two at a time.
Miles was being stupidly slow, and I had all my bags on my arms, stocked and ready to go.
Miles' timer rang, and the vault opened up.
"Yer' families are unharmed" I said. "Harriso-..." I cut myself off after giving them most of Miles' fake name.
"Thanks for yer' cooperation, bye!" Miles and I jetted, in a rush for success.
I made it to Khassidy's at 11:10pm
"Mama!" I hollered. "I don't care if you woke or sleep, but get up" I walked into her room and cut her light on.
Khassidy whined and I started throwing hundreds at her. "We got bills to sort"
I kissed her forehead and she pulled me down onto her with closed eyes. "Daddyyyy"
I slapped her legs. "Ayo, you gotta scrap the old strip club plans, we gotta do it better. Way better, mama."
A vision was coming together.
"Rakim, did you break down 6th street? They deserved it" She mumbled.
"No, baby. I robbed a bank. A real actual fucking bank and now I'm rich."
Khassidy sat up in the bed and rubbed her eye.
I lifted my stripper up bridal style and spun us around.
"Rakim, I'm dizzy" She held her head.
I sat her down. "I'ma go eat something downstairs and then I'ma get something to eat and then you gotta help me count"
As soon as I went downstairs, Khassidy called me.
"Rakim, your phone says that your mom's calling you!!!"
I went back up the steps and she handed me my phone.
"Hello?" I asked after accepting the call.
"Rakim..." Myra sniffed.
"Whoa, what happened? You good? Raven good?"
"We're fine. Will - can you just please come over" Myra asked.
"Yeah, I'ma be down there asap" I said and hung up.
"Do you want me to go with?" She asked.
"Yes, please" I said and stashed the money.
