Cold War

33

Everything is going to connect soon.

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Amontae slept peacefully until he felt cold water hit his face, "What the fuck?" He mumbled shooting his eyes open.

He was greeted by Loc who had an evil grin on his face, "Wake up nigga, we at a gas station. Come take a break." He said before walking off.

Amontae didn't say anything, he barely knew Loc and was already use to him. The nigga talked a lot and always cracked jokes. He was also a little childish.

They had been on the road for several hours and stopped by atleast twenty gas stations. It was a good thing Ramses gave them money.

Amontae rubbed his eyes and looked around. He then looked at the GPS and seen they were somewhere in Missouri.

"Damn why couldn't we just fly on a fuckin' plane." He stressed as he made his way out of the SUV.

Ramses didn't have then fly on a plane for certain reasons—they had drugs in the car and also had illegal weapons.

Amontae made his way his way into the gas station and could smell food. His stomach growled and he walked over to the little dining area.

He looked at the food on display and instantly knew what he wanted, chicken and potato wedges.

"Are you ready to order?" He heard a feminine voice say.

"Yeah." He said before looking up.

It was a white women who appeared to be in her late thirties.

"Ok, what would you like?" She asked.

"Let me get six chicken wings and some potato wedges." He said as he pulled out a crisp twenty.

The lady quickly fixed his food and ringed it up, "Eight fifty-seven."

After Amontae purchased his food and a drink he made his way back to the car.

A car was parked beside them blasting City Girls loud as hell and it was a group of girl beside it. They all were rapping and twerking.

"The damn ghetto." Amontae mumbled as he walked past them.

"Aye nigga in the white shirt!" He heard one of the girls shout.

He ignored them and hopped in the car. He was out of town for business, not pleasure. Besides, he wasn't into loud ass girls. He liked laid back girls.

Twan and Loc made their ways out the store and noticed them also.

"Damn we got some baddies out here." Loc said before taking a sip out of his Gatorade.

"I should go get me some ass. This trip is a little boring." He added.

Twan shook his head, "We don't got time Loc, we still got a long way to go. When we get to Chicago you can fuck whoever you want." He said making Loc smack his lips.

"Damn you and Amontae lame. Y'all act just alike." He mumbled as they made their way to the car.

Twan ignored his ignorant comment and continued to walk. He didn't want to argue with Loc, it was like arguing with a child.