No Love

Chapter 14

August POV

I followed Chris into the garage of Momma J's house. We agreed on doing the job for Taz tonight just to get it over. I would've done it last night but I wasn't feeling the long ass drive back over to West Hollywood.

I stood and watched Chris as he grabbed a license plate from the tall stack of them that were in a corner. He grabbed a power drill and started to remove the current tag from an old car that belonged to his grandfather.

"Shit, buddy," I spoke dragging my words.

"Wassup," he spoke, looking up from what he was doing.

"How long you been fucking with that nigga?"

He shrugged and began attaching it to the car.

"Probably four years at the most. I started out with small shit like this. Then a young nigga came up in the game," he looked up and nodded with a sinister grin.

"What the fuck ever nigga."

"Aye, real shit though. I don't want you to get on too deep with this shit like I did. Get what you asked for and leave it at that. Taz not somebody you want to fuck with. This car thieving Shug is like stealing a fruitie candy from the corner store to him."

I nodded, bearing everything he had to say. I wasn't really tryna fuck with this shit anyway. Like he'd said, I would get what I asked for and be on my way.

Not on no weak shit but I'm not about this life. Jail time ain't for me. After this I'm not fucking with Tas anymore. It's just a favor for a favor. That's all it's gone be.

"You ready," Chris asked as he put the drill in the trunk.

I shrugged and walked over to the car to get in.
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He slowed down and turned the lights off once we got in the familiar neighborhood. A little breezy, Jaz, that gave me the satisfaction I needed every once in a while resided here.

"You got the key bruh," Chris asked as he stopped in the middle of the road since there was nobody out at this time.

"Yeah," I said looking around, spotting the car across from us and Jaz's place a few houses down.

I pulled the ski mask I'd gotten from Chris over my face, got out, and checked my surroundings before I made my way to the house.

To be honest, I was skeptical as fuck doing this shit. Shaking in my boots had become more than a phrase at this point. Getting Rico gone for sure was the only motivation right now.

Ending him was only right. That nigga had gotten my mama addicted to drugs and turned her against me when I needed her. Her own flesh and fucking blood. Not only that, but he fucked with Alijah. There was no doubt that she'd be my wife in the future and he came unbearably close to ruining that for us. It's only right.

He wouldn't stop until someone stopped him and I'd selected myself to do the honors.

I had removed my attention from what the real focus was supposed to be on and tripped over a lil ugly ass tricycle that was in the of the driveway. I fell, hitting my face on the car that was parked across from the Lambo I was here for.

I got up from the ground and kicked the tricycle in the yard.

I was about to continue what I was doing, but the porch light came on. I instantly squated on da side of the car, in case somebody was looking.

I'm starting to second guess this shit.

I stayed in the same position for about five minutes before I peeked out to check my surroundings, making sure I was in the clear. Once I was sure no one had come out I moved to the driver's side of the car. Making my actions quick, I unlocked the door and slid in, starting the car.

The engine revved on it's own, rattling my nerves even more than they already were.

Once I found the gear shift I was out like a lamp, neverminding giving Chris the green light.

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I pulled up to Taz's shop and was directed into the garage by a few workers Chris had informed about the pick up.

"Taz here," I asked a guy that stood inside the large room in a jumpsuit.

"Office."

I nodded and made way inside the building, down the dark hall, and to his office. I went through the regular procedure, which I really think is extra. Always better safe than sorry though.

"Aug. Back so soon," He spoke, kicking his feet up on the desk.

"I did what you needed me to do. I'm just here to receive my benefits."

"I knew I would like you. Have a seat."

I pulled out one of the chairs across from him, sitting down. He pulled a duffel bag from beneath the desk and tossed it to me.

"Everything you need is in there."

I opened the bag, revealing a black cover. I pulled it out and there was an orange envelope on top of about fifty stacks.

"What this for," I asked, looking to him for an answer.

I didn't want to be apart of no drug exchange shit if that's what he was hinting at.

"That car out there worth more than just an address. Tell that nigga Breezy I said to come see me sometime. Let me know if you need anything else," he said as the office phone began to ring. "You good to go now."

I took his answer without further questioning. If he had money to throw around like that I wouldn't be the one to stop the man.

I zipped the bag up and made my way outside to the car. I still had no words about the amount of money I was carrying and making it wasn't the most complicated task. Maybe it was all in my head but I'd never even dreamed of touching this much real money at once that belonged to me.

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