back door. Thinking he had gotten away, he pushed the door open and ran right into Raegan’s gun.
“Get in the house,” she ordered as she eased him back inside. He backed up slowly, his eyes searching the kitchen for something he could use to defend himself.
“Don’t even think about it,” Raegan said. “By the time you make your move, your brains will be all over your kitchen floor.”
Raegan walked him back into the living room.
“Fuck.” He grimaced as he shook his head, realizing that it was a setup.
When Raegan saw Gucci sitting on the couch shaking in fear as Chanel held her at gunpoint she immediately felt bad. She was ready to get this over with.
“Where’s the money?” she asked.
“I don’t know what you talking about! What money?” he asked, feigning innocence.
“You don’t know what we talking about huh?” Chanel asked. She bitch smacked him with the gun. “Don’t play me, Jamie. Where’s the money?”
“Just tell them!” Gucci shouted.
Jamie spit blood from his mouth. “Fuck you, bitch.”
“Go search the house,” Chanel said.
Raegan ran through the house searching for the bedroom. She tore it up from top to bottom and found nothing.
“I can’t find it,” Raegan mumbled to herself. She moved from room to room in less than five minutes, but came up short. “Think, Raegan, think,” she said. She ran inside the kitchen and opened up his cabinets. Condiments and jars filled them. She pulled one of the cereal boxes down and opened it up. “Got it.”
She didn’t give a fuck. She grabbed every cereal box in sight, stuffing it into the empty black duffel bag she carried.
“Let’s go,” she told Chanel as she rushed back into the living room.
“Get your ass on the floor and turn around,” Chanel ordered. Jamie didn’t protest and did as he was told, all the while making threats.
“I’ma find you bitches,” he stated bitterly.
“Yeah, yeah,” Chanel replied. She bound his wrists with zip ties and then his feet, hogtying him so that he couldn’t move. “Tie her up,” she told Raegan.
Gucci watched in horror as Raegan approached her and when she saw the tattoo on her wrist her eyes bugged out in disbelief. She recognized it instantly and when she looked Raegan in the eyes they both knew that Gucci was aware of her identity.
“Let’s go,” Raegan said as she applied that last zip tie. The girls left out of the front door, ran to their car, and closed the hood before pulling off into the night.
Chapter Seven
“Oh my God, I can’t believe we just did that!” Chanel yelled in disbelief as she flew down the interstate.
Raegan laughed, but nervous jitters filled her stomach. She knew that she had a problem. Gucci knew that she was behind the robbery. Nervous butterflies filled her stomach. “I think she recognized me.”
“What?” Chanel shot out.
“There was something about the way she looked at me. Like she couldn’t believe it was me,” Raegan said. “What if she goes to the police?”
“She won’t,” Chanel said.
“But what if she does?” Raegan said. “What if she tells ol’ boy it was me?”
“Now that she might do,” Chanel responded.
“I have to cut her in,” Raegan concluded.
“Fuck that. If you cut her in, it’ll be from your own half,” Chanel said seriously. “And there’s no way she can prove it was you. She doesn’t know anything. Don’t get paranoid, girl ... just chill out and think about all that money in that bag. That’ll take all your worries away.”
The girls sat in the middle of the kitchen floor emptying the cereal boxes. By the time they were done they were $40,000 richer and had a quarter brick in their pockets.
“That’s twenty each,” Chanel said happily. Instead of scraping and stealing her dough a few hundred at a time, she had just come up nicely by putting in less than ten minutes worth of work. “This is chump change compared to the bigger dealers in town.”
“I know. I
“Get in the house,” she ordered as she eased him back inside. He backed up slowly, his eyes searching the kitchen for something he could use to defend himself.
“Don’t even think about it,” Raegan said. “By the time you make your move, your brains will be all over your kitchen floor.”
Raegan walked him back into the living room.
“Fuck.” He grimaced as he shook his head, realizing that it was a setup.
When Raegan saw Gucci sitting on the couch shaking in fear as Chanel held her at gunpoint she immediately felt bad. She was ready to get this over with.
“Where’s the money?” she asked.
“I don’t know what you talking about! What money?” he asked, feigning innocence.
“You don’t know what we talking about huh?” Chanel asked. She bitch smacked him with the gun. “Don’t play me, Jamie. Where’s the money?”
“Just tell them!” Gucci shouted.
Jamie spit blood from his mouth. “Fuck you, bitch.”
“Go search the house,” Chanel said.
Raegan ran through the house searching for the bedroom. She tore it up from top to bottom and found nothing.
“I can’t find it,” Raegan mumbled to herself. She moved from room to room in less than five minutes, but came up short. “Think, Raegan, think,” she said. She ran inside the kitchen and opened up his cabinets. Condiments and jars filled them. She pulled one of the cereal boxes down and opened it up. “Got it.”
She didn’t give a fuck. She grabbed every cereal box in sight, stuffing it into the empty black duffel bag she carried.
“Let’s go,” she told Chanel as she rushed back into the living room.
“Get your ass on the floor and turn around,” Chanel ordered. Jamie didn’t protest and did as he was told, all the while making threats.
“I’ma find you bitches,” he stated bitterly.
“Yeah, yeah,” Chanel replied. She bound his wrists with zip ties and then his feet, hogtying him so that he couldn’t move. “Tie her up,” she told Raegan.
Gucci watched in horror as Raegan approached her and when she saw the tattoo on her wrist her eyes bugged out in disbelief. She recognized it instantly and when she looked Raegan in the eyes they both knew that Gucci was aware of her identity.
“Let’s go,” Raegan said as she applied that last zip tie. The girls left out of the front door, ran to their car, and closed the hood before pulling off into the night.
Chapter Seven
“Oh my God, I can’t believe we just did that!” Chanel yelled in disbelief as she flew down the interstate.
Raegan laughed, but nervous jitters filled her stomach. She knew that she had a problem. Gucci knew that she was behind the robbery. Nervous butterflies filled her stomach. “I think she recognized me.”
“What?” Chanel shot out.
“There was something about the way she looked at me. Like she couldn’t believe it was me,” Raegan said. “What if she goes to the police?”
“She won’t,” Chanel said.
“But what if she does?” Raegan said. “What if she tells ol’ boy it was me?”
“Now that she might do,” Chanel responded.
“I have to cut her in,” Raegan concluded.
“Fuck that. If you cut her in, it’ll be from your own half,” Chanel said seriously. “And there’s no way she can prove it was you. She doesn’t know anything. Don’t get paranoid, girl ... just chill out and think about all that money in that bag. That’ll take all your worries away.”
The girls sat in the middle of the kitchen floor emptying the cereal boxes. By the time they were done they were $40,000 richer and had a quarter brick in their pockets.
“That’s twenty each,” Chanel said happily. Instead of scraping and stealing her dough a few hundred at a time, she had just come up nicely by putting in less than ten minutes worth of work. “This is chump change compared to the bigger dealers in town.”
“I know. I
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