A Doll In a Dog's Eye

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'Car full of choppers and er'body quiet/ car full of goons and er'body certified/if you froze up last time you can't ride/ it's going down tonight/ 'cause these goons out lurkiiiin"

Aubree sang along while her favorite rapper Plies, blasted out of the speakers of her black on black 2008 BMW. Black rims, black paint, black interior and gold chrome handles. She low-key named it the night rider. This was Aubree's favorite of her 3 cars. Flat screen televisions inserted inside, navigational system, self parking, fully equipped. It was Dre's gift to Aubree when she graduated from high school. Although it was gift, it was in her name. Dre made sure Aubree knew the value of her credit and the value of making the best out of not knowing many people or having much family, your credit is yours. And no matter what they give or take, it's something that only you have access to, and it can get you anything when you're on the right track. Now although it was clean, the money Dre purchased it with was dirty as the waffle house after their 2 A.M. rush on club nights.  Dre had bought it for her as a graduation gift which was almost his third year of college which was paid for by his parents long before they died. In fact, the reason they were even still in the game was to shake back from the set back that paying his tuition took from their retirement money. Dre had actually met his biggest plays and cartel in college. After graduation, he felt limitless because had never been caught, and eventually was deemed a King Pen.

            "Got that for me?" Aubree questioned one of Dre's old workers after pulling up beside him. It was around 2:33 A.M. on a Saturday morning/night and the block was booming.

            "Of course." His New York accent replied. At nearly seventeen years old, he knew what time it was when dealing with 'Santiago', Aubree's code name. After entering her car he sat patiently as Aubree counted each dollar thoroughly quick. However she was not satisfied and he could read it on her face. "Talk to me."

            "Don't play with me nigga."Aubree looked at him, face reading 'cut the bullshit', "I gave you a bomb of purple right?"

            "Right." Keyz replied.

            "So you mean to tell me that all you shake back with is 150 for me. You're short."

            "I..."

            "Yes or no nigga?!" Aubree yelled, cutting him off before he can even start, "Don't play with me. So like before you respond I'ma need you to think before you speak, and think wisely. Because right now I'm sleepy cause niggas like you out here playing. And you don't want me to react when I'm sleepy."

            "...I was gonna say I forgot I had you in the other pocket."

            "Yeah? Well cough my shit the fuck up nigga." Aubree spoke calmly while looking at him out of the side of her eyes, "And move slow."

"I got you Shorty." Keyz replied as he pulled out 725 more dollars from his back pocket.

            "And it better be all here. No counterfeits either or I'ma bust that ass." Aubree said as she began to thumb through the money. "Good boy...Don't let it happen again."

Aubree nodded with her registered glock 40 in hand after Keyz exited the car quickly. Aubree sped out quick, burning so much rubber that he literally ate her dust. She made sure to swerve so hard on him that the taste would still be on his breath 2 from now.

            As Aubree rode back home the sun had caught up with her. It was now approximately 7:25 AM and her cell phone rang.

            "Hello." Aubree answered drowsily after parking and walking into her house.