Ambitions

Prologue

"Please! I'll have the money by Friday evening. Just a few more days please.." Jimmy pleaded.

"Nah, man," I took my gun off safety. "You've had longer than you should've." I walked to where the voice was coming from. 

"SO WHERE THE FUCK IS MY MONEY!?" I yanked him up from his hiding place, behind his brown leather couch.

He cried loudly as I threw him on the couch. "I got laid off last week, but I have some money in the bank. I just need to go withdraw it..please!" I scoffed.

"Nah, son. Like I said, you've had enough time to get me my shit. Ian gon' say it again na'." I stated, my accent peeking through the venom in my voice.

"Matta' fact, nah, let's go. You finna gimme allet shit 'chu got. THEN... ima kill ya' ass." I put my gun away and led him out the front door into his vehicle

Yeah we could've ordered a lyft, but he owes me money. I'm not wasting any of mine on him. Straight like that.

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"Hi! My name is Mary and I'll be your teller today. How can I help you wonderful people this fine afternoon?" I mentally rolled my eyes at how perky she was.

"I would like to withdraw my ONE AND ONLY bank account please ma'am." Nigga, the fuck? Mary nodded and began typing away.

"A name?" I looked over a Jimmy who looked nervous and shaky. My hand landed with a tight grip on his shoulder, to let him know he couldn't back out.

"Uhm...Jim Butler." She typed some more. "And you said you'd like to withdraw only one?" He nodded quickly.

"Can you give us a second please?" I gave her a small smile as I received a soft yes.

I pulled Jimmy to the side where I was sure we couldn't be heard.

"I said EVERYTHING you got. So why do you keep saying 'one and only' like you have more bank accounts in yo name?" I roughly grabbed his shoulder which made him turn towards me.

"Those are my kids' college funds. I can't give you everything." He said shakily.

"If they smart, they can get a scholarship somewhere. I personally don't give a fuck, empty the accounts." I said lowly.

"Or else, your kids and whoever else will be right next to you in heaven." I spat.

He broke down crying, damn near screaming which caused some to look over at us. So I quickly started patting his back to make it seem like I was trying to calm him down.

"Boo! The fuck." I semi yelled.

"If you want yo family alive, I suggest you follow my directions and shut the fuck up with that sad shit." I whispered harshly walking back over to reception.

Mary was now working with another customer so we got behind them and waited. And when she was done, Jimmy told her he wanted all his accounts withdrawn.

Within minutes we were headed back to his place with two duffel bags in hand.

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"Now.. where were we?" I smirked knowing I had my money and still get to kill him.

"You wasted a lot of my time Jim. Thought you could get over on me huh?" I laughed.

"Bitch ain't nobody EVER been that slick with me.  And you not finna be the first." I cocked my gun.

"Say 'night night'." And with that, I pulled the trigger, sending a bullet to the chest. Blood splattered everywhere.

I grabbed the bags and pulled out my phone to call the guys to come clean this up. I texted them the address and put my phone away.

I took one last look at Jimmy before lifting my foot and stomping on his neck. Just for safety reasons, always ensure people's death.

Once that was over, the silent room was soon filled by clicking sounds, from my 6 inch, black red bottoms, against the marble floor as I walked through the front door.

I patiently waited for a lyft to get home. And once I walked through the door, my ass crashed on the couch, in need of very much sleep.