robbing.
J-Black looked around. Nobody was looking. He pulled the gun from his waistband and aimed it at Twin. “Get the fuck up and let’s get the hell out of here.”
Twin stood and walked toward the door.
J-Black tucked the gun in his waistband and walked behind him.
Once they were in the parking lot, J-Black said, “You got somebody for me, or am I gonna have to take all your shit, nigga?”
“I got somebody for you, but I don’t want you to hurt her. You know what I mean?”
“If she gives up the product, it won’t be no problem.” “It ain’t product. It’s money.”
“How much money?”
“Now that I don’t know. But do me a favor … don’t take it all.” “Now, would I do a thing like that?” J-Black said mischievously. “Come on, J. Please don’t take all of the money.”
“Let’s get in your car and you show me where the honey lives.”
Twin drove J-Black to Melody’s house. She lived in a small subdivision in the eastern part of town. Brawley Farms was the name of the community. Melody lived in a big two-story corner house, the front most property in the community. Twin pointed at the house.
“She ain’t got no alarm, huh?” J-Black said.
“How do you know?” Twin asked.
“I don’t see a sticker. I’m assuming. If she had an alarm, I’d have to do a home invasion and tie her ass up.”
“That’s good. I don’t want you to hurt her.”
“Muthafucka I ain’t going in there while she’s there, nigga. Don’t worry about it.”
“Good,” Twin said. He hit the accelerator, quickly driving to the end of the street. They left the neighborhood.
“So where do you think the money is? Does the woman have a safe?”
“No. I never heard about a safe. I would bet the money is probably in one of the bedrooms.”
“Good. This is going to be a piece of cake.” J-Black smiled.
“Okay, I’m going to take you back to Burger King and you can handle your business from there, can’t you?”
“I need a car … a getaway car.”
Twin stared at J-Black. Twin definitely couldn’t let him use his car to rob Melody. That was too risky.
“So, nigga, you going to let me hold the car or what?”
“Can’t do that, J-Black.”
“Why?” J-Black asked angrily.
He had to think of an excuse, something that J-Black would understand.
“Why can’t you let me hold the car?”
“If my car is at the scene of the crime, somebody would suspect me.”
“So? They wouldn’t suspect me ,” J-Black said.
“But it’s okay for them to suspect me?” Twin said.
“Come on, man. Let me hold the car. Nobody is going to see the car.”
“Listen, J. If somebody sees the car, and they suspect me, then I won’t be able to put you up on more robberies.”
J-Black was silent for a moment. Finally he said, “Good point.”
Chapter 14
T
he next morning, J-Black watched Melody from across the street. It was 7:00 a.m. when she put her five-year old son in the back seat of the back Honda station wagon and fastened his seatbelt. The car warmed up for about five minutes, and then she pulled off. When she was long gone, he went to the back door. It had four small glass panes. This is going to be easier than I thought. He rushed to his car and returned with a Phat Farm jacket wrapped around his right fist. He smashed out all four panes then tossed the jacket aside.
He opened the door and began to ransack the place. He searched the kitchen, the trashcans, the bathrooms, the hall closets … but found no money.
Twin better not have lied to me , he thought. Finally, in the bedroom, he looked in the dresser drawers. Nothing. No sign of money. But he did find her underwear drawer. Thongs, bikinis, and G-strings. One of the G-strings had beads on it. Damn . This is some sexy shit . J-Black found a picture of her on the dresser. She was tall and light complexioned with long, wavy hair. Damn, this one sexyass bitch . He lay on her bed for a minute and imagined her with the beaded G-string on, strutting topless. He pulled out
J-Black looked around. Nobody was looking. He pulled the gun from his waistband and aimed it at Twin. “Get the fuck up and let’s get the hell out of here.”
Twin stood and walked toward the door.
J-Black tucked the gun in his waistband and walked behind him.
Once they were in the parking lot, J-Black said, “You got somebody for me, or am I gonna have to take all your shit, nigga?”
“I got somebody for you, but I don’t want you to hurt her. You know what I mean?”
“If she gives up the product, it won’t be no problem.” “It ain’t product. It’s money.”
“How much money?”
“Now that I don’t know. But do me a favor … don’t take it all.” “Now, would I do a thing like that?” J-Black said mischievously. “Come on, J. Please don’t take all of the money.”
“Let’s get in your car and you show me where the honey lives.”
Twin drove J-Black to Melody’s house. She lived in a small subdivision in the eastern part of town. Brawley Farms was the name of the community. Melody lived in a big two-story corner house, the front most property in the community. Twin pointed at the house.
“She ain’t got no alarm, huh?” J-Black said.
“How do you know?” Twin asked.
“I don’t see a sticker. I’m assuming. If she had an alarm, I’d have to do a home invasion and tie her ass up.”
“That’s good. I don’t want you to hurt her.”
“Muthafucka I ain’t going in there while she’s there, nigga. Don’t worry about it.”
“Good,” Twin said. He hit the accelerator, quickly driving to the end of the street. They left the neighborhood.
“So where do you think the money is? Does the woman have a safe?”
“No. I never heard about a safe. I would bet the money is probably in one of the bedrooms.”
“Good. This is going to be a piece of cake.” J-Black smiled.
“Okay, I’m going to take you back to Burger King and you can handle your business from there, can’t you?”
“I need a car … a getaway car.”
Twin stared at J-Black. Twin definitely couldn’t let him use his car to rob Melody. That was too risky.
“So, nigga, you going to let me hold the car or what?”
“Can’t do that, J-Black.”
“Why?” J-Black asked angrily.
He had to think of an excuse, something that J-Black would understand.
“Why can’t you let me hold the car?”
“If my car is at the scene of the crime, somebody would suspect me.”
“So? They wouldn’t suspect me ,” J-Black said.
“But it’s okay for them to suspect me?” Twin said.
“Come on, man. Let me hold the car. Nobody is going to see the car.”
“Listen, J. If somebody sees the car, and they suspect me, then I won’t be able to put you up on more robberies.”
J-Black was silent for a moment. Finally he said, “Good point.”
Chapter 14
T
he next morning, J-Black watched Melody from across the street. It was 7:00 a.m. when she put her five-year old son in the back seat of the back Honda station wagon and fastened his seatbelt. The car warmed up for about five minutes, and then she pulled off. When she was long gone, he went to the back door. It had four small glass panes. This is going to be easier than I thought. He rushed to his car and returned with a Phat Farm jacket wrapped around his right fist. He smashed out all four panes then tossed the jacket aside.
He opened the door and began to ransack the place. He searched the kitchen, the trashcans, the bathrooms, the hall closets … but found no money.
Twin better not have lied to me , he thought. Finally, in the bedroom, he looked in the dresser drawers. Nothing. No sign of money. But he did find her underwear drawer. Thongs, bikinis, and G-strings. One of the G-strings had beads on it. Damn . This is some sexy shit . J-Black found a picture of her on the dresser. She was tall and light complexioned with long, wavy hair. Damn, this one sexyass bitch . He lay on her bed for a minute and imagined her with the beaded G-string on, strutting topless. He pulled out
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