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"Why cant I leave it on safety?", Brandon spoke with knitted brows and worrisome eyes.
"Cause if some shit go down you needa be ready to pop shit", Santino shrugs creepin' the car down an Eastside suburban street.
Brandon's eyed flickered to his friend , whom he was hoping was just as scared as him.
To his surprise Nick was sitting straight faced with a gray ski mask pulled over his head. A tight grip on the pistol Kahil had handed him.
"Put yo shit on I'm finna pick a house", Chris says parallel parking by a mailbox.
With one more worried glance to the gun in his hands Brandon pulled down his mask and tucked the gun in the waist band of his jeans.
The group swiftly exited the car running to the back sliding door of the house.
While Kahil quickly slapped a skateboard sticker over the license plate. Before catching up the the boys who one by one snuck through the unlocked back door.
Who ever lives here was making it too easy. The house was empty and the boys began to spread out.
Nick and Santino raided the jewelry drawer in the master bedroom.
Chris and Zion unplugged game systems. And Kahil stood in the kitchen raiding the fridge.
While Brandon, much to their surprise raided the medicine cabinet.
Of course they knew the family owned a silent alarm system seeing as they are rich. Kahil was also in charge of keeping track of the time. They had precisely 2 and a half minutes to get the fuck out of there.
"Ite lets dip!", Kahil yelled through a mouthful of chips he had found and opened.
And just like that Kahil had ripped the sticker off and they sped away from the Eastside of town.
