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"Married to the money."
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The sun beamed down on the worn out apartment complex. Little bits of light escaped in through the closed blinds. Thick wands of cash flew out of the black duffel bag and onto the counter. He leaned on the counter puffing on a blunt with his eyes glued to the money that was piling up in front of him.
"You were right when you said we can always make money." Jack grinned unzipping a bookbag.
Countless numbers of exotic jewels, crashed on top of the money. Both of their smiles grew wider staring in awe. At this point in his life the only thing that made him happy was money. He didn't care about rising to the top in the criminal world it was all about the money. Nothing matters but the money. He pulled open the cabinet door revealing the empty space, the only thing inside was a bottle of brown liquor. That's all the boys needed, Shamar pulled the bottle out cracking the seal.
They stood beside each other clinking their glass cups together. "A toast to the money." Shamar smirked. "To the fucking money!" Jack grinned gulping down his drink.
He thought that money would be the answer to all of his problems. He thought that it would heal all of his scars.. cure his pain. But money has always been the root of all evil and always will be. After finishing his drink he wasted no time packing up his share of cash and jewelry.
After spending a minute pondering over his drink an idea clicked in Jack's head. He thought what would be better than to celebrate their earning at a night club. "Ay bro you wanna hit up the club tonight to celebrate?"
The club didn't sound like a bad idea to him but Maria would kill him if he didn't pick up Sky this weekend. "The club? Ion know man, it's the weekend and I'm supposed to have Sky on weekends." He shrugged.
"Oh.. well that sucks."
"I know." He nodded "But i might get back to you on that." He threw the bag over his shoulder.
