Cold War

7

Amontae
"Look at his punk ass." Trey said as he pulled the ski mask over his face.

Amontae did the same as he watched Zion walk out of the gas station. It was ten at night and Trey had been following Zion everywhere. He was waiting on the right time to jump out on him.

The gas station was almost empty. Trey watched Zion pump the gas in his car. As soon as Zion drove off Trey did the same.

"Look, the next stop he makes we get his ass. I'm gonna point the gun at his head and rob him. You make sure nobody is around." Trey explained to Amontae.

"Make sure your gun is on safety." Amontae said.

He didn't care about the other stuff. He just didn't want Trey to accidentally pull the trigger while he was robbing Zion.

"Nigga did you hear what I say? I don't care about that damn gun right now." Trey said.

"I'm just saying. If you sl-"

"Nigga shut up. You scared?" Trey asked.

"Nah." Amontae lied.

"Aight then." Trey said.

Amontae thought Trey was a menace. He didn't care about anything. Not even his future. Trey didnt have a plan after high school.

Even though he was receiving scholarships from basketball. He didn't care about those scholarships, he didn't want to go to college.

He wanted fast money and that's what he was receiving from Ramses.  

After following Zion for ten minutes he pulled up on the sidewalk of another house. Trey didn't recognize the house, neither did Amontae.

Zion got out of the car with a phone in his hand.

"Where you at? It's almost eleven and you're not home?!" Zion yelled into the phone.

"Aight lets go." Trey said quickly grabbing his gone.

Amontae did the same. Trey quickly ran up behind Zion and put his hand over his mouth with the gun pointed at his head.

"Say one thing and I'll blow your fucking brains out." Trey said.

Zion put his hands up and dropped his phone.

"Get the phone." Trey ordered Amontae.

"Zion? You still there?" A feminine voice said through the phone.

Amontae grabbed the phone and ended the call.

"Man I don't want any problems. I have a daughter-"

"Nigga shut the fuck up. I don't wanna hear that bullshit!" Trey yelled pressing the gun hard onto Zion's head.

Amontae was looking out for people. The neighborhood seemed middle class. It was quiet and most people had their lights off.

"What do you want man?" Zion asked.

He was scared. He would give Trey anything so he could leave him alone. He wanted to go home to his family.

"I like that gold watch you got. Give me that shit." Trey said eyeing the gold Rolex.

Zion hesitated, but he didn't want to get hurt.

"Hurry the fuck up bitch!" Trey yelled.

Zion quickly tooked the watch off and Amontae snatched it out his hand.

After giving the watch up Zion tried to run but Amontae quickly grabbed him.