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Chapter Fourteen.
WE ALL HOPPED back into the car, just sitting there for awhile. "Man, didn't I tell your stupid ass to stay in the car?" Dre looked over at Ezekiel. I was just sitting in the back seat minding my business. "What are we supposed to tell Blue?"
"We can just tell him the truth nigga," Ezekiel stated. I wondered what happened to Ezekiel staying strapped at all times. "He would like to know the truth than some fucked up lie."
"What happened to being ready at all times? Both of y'all niggas let this happen," I grew frustrated. "This just put us in some deep shit bro."
"Don't sit there and act like you weren't apart of this too Lucky. You could've did something as well but you just sat your scary ass there. So, miss me with the bullshit," Ezekiel blurted out. "And, while y'all both over here bitching, what happened to having my back if something went down?"
I rubbed my hands down my face. "If you would've just listened to what was being said then maybe none of this would've happened, but who's going to tell Blue what's up because I ain't saying shit."
"Scary ass," Ezekiel joked.
"Ain't nobody scared," I shook my head. "It's just that you always doing shit knowing you can't handle the consequences."
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Dre pulled up near an abandoned building. We all sat in the car until Blue came out the building with his boys. Blue came near the car window motioning for Dre to roll it down. "Do y'all got the money?" Blue asked, clutching onto his gun.
I glared at Ezekiel who was sitting there looking down at his phone. "Some niggas ran up on us." Ezekiel blurted out.
"So, what you're telling me is that y'all don't have my money?" Blue asked. I didn't understand why he couldn't comprehend what was being said. "Playing with my money is like playing with my emotions. Y'all know I don't play about my money."
Blue pulled out his gun. I don't know what the hell this man was trying to do. "Relax my guy," Dre spoke, holding out his hands. "There is no need for you to be pointing a gun a me. I told Ezekiel that I could handle it but he decided to get out of the car and fuck everything up."
"Y'all had one job and y'all couldn't even complete that," Blue still continued to point the gun at us. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't shoot each one of y'all right now."
"Man, put down that gun," I spoke. "There is no reason for you to have that pointed at me if you ain't gone shoot me."
Dre and Ezekiel stared at me. "Shut the fuck up." Dre grew frustrated.
