the hell was going on, but then he started talking.
“Look, before I tell you this, you gotta promise not to say shit. This stays between me and you.” Sway looked around the mirrored room.
I cocked my head to the side. “Nigga you can tell me you shot Tupac and I wouldn’t say shit. Come on now… wasup?”
Sway smoothed his hands over his faded blue jeans. “Alright, Ranae told me Angelique is pregnant with Thad’s baby. She found out like last week and she only told Ranae. I wasn’t even supposed to know ‘cuz she was worried I’d tell you. I jus’ couldn’t keep that shit from you after all the shit we’ve been through…I thought you should know.”
My buzz went down a few notches as the news poured into my mind. Angelique fucked around a nd got knocked up by a luke warm singer with a bitch positive blood type. I couldn’t believe that shit. How fucking reckless could she be?”
“Man , I appreciate you pullin’ my coat tail to this shit. You aint gotta worry about me bustin’ your wife out and causing beef between her and Angelique. They got the heads one time and I’m not tryna have that happen again. I won’t say shit.” I tapped my left peck muscle over my heart. “Right on for the crazy ass Maury Povich update.”
Sway nodded at me. “Let me know if you need to vent , or somethin’.”
“I’m straight like six o’clock nigga. I put money over problems so I can stay out the unemployment line. We got over two million dollars to get. We ain’t got time for baby daddy drama.”
Sway gave me a hard pound. “That’s what I’m sayin’ ‘cuz Ranae talkin’ ‘bout she wanna put a pool in.”
With that comment, I switched into my financial advisor mode.
“Yeah, she called me and wanted me to plug her with the dude that installed my pool. I ain’t tryna get all in your business, but how’s your money situation lookin’?”
“I’m good, especially fr om that armored truck job. I put money aside to pay triple mortgage payments for the next three years. I’m workin’ with about a million two of free money. Plus, Ranae’s day care center brings in about six grand a month and one of my new fighters has a match comin’ up in two months that will make me about a hundred thousand. I jus’ gotta keep it comin’ in ‘cuz like you always say…you can never have enough money.”
I grinned and nodded my head up and down. “Now that’s some shit you can tell everybody and their mama.”
~The Next Day
The location of Khalil’s first stash house was an old farm about two hours outside of L.A. I had to admit, he was smart to put the bulk of his money there because no one would think to look for it at place like that. Most people never even thought about farms until they bought vegetables at the store, or ate a garden salad. The land was owned by an old man who had glaucoma in both eyes. He was too poor to afford private health care so he relied on other methods to cope with the disease. Khalil supplied him with all the weed he wanted, and a little something extra to pay his minimal bills. All the old farmer had to do was take care of the two huge pit bulls that were on the vast property in an enclosure that looked like it belonged in a zoo. The money was buried on the north east corner inside with the vicious animals.
It was early in the evening when Sway, Peck, and I descended on the property. We had about two hours before it got dark. I chose to come out during the daylight because I didn’t want to g o on a treasure hunt without the sun. Dallas was inside watching the game show Jeopardy with Hamilton. She held the man at gun point while they sat on his old tattered couch. I knew she could handle him, so I wasn’t worried.
As my team approached the gate the dogs started to go crazy. They charged the fence barking and snarling daring us to enter their territory.
I pulled out my tranquilizer gun which was loaded with Sodium Thiopental. It was a non-lethal sedative that
“Look, before I tell you this, you gotta promise not to say shit. This stays between me and you.” Sway looked around the mirrored room.
I cocked my head to the side. “Nigga you can tell me you shot Tupac and I wouldn’t say shit. Come on now… wasup?”
Sway smoothed his hands over his faded blue jeans. “Alright, Ranae told me Angelique is pregnant with Thad’s baby. She found out like last week and she only told Ranae. I wasn’t even supposed to know ‘cuz she was worried I’d tell you. I jus’ couldn’t keep that shit from you after all the shit we’ve been through…I thought you should know.”
My buzz went down a few notches as the news poured into my mind. Angelique fucked around a nd got knocked up by a luke warm singer with a bitch positive blood type. I couldn’t believe that shit. How fucking reckless could she be?”
“Man , I appreciate you pullin’ my coat tail to this shit. You aint gotta worry about me bustin’ your wife out and causing beef between her and Angelique. They got the heads one time and I’m not tryna have that happen again. I won’t say shit.” I tapped my left peck muscle over my heart. “Right on for the crazy ass Maury Povich update.”
Sway nodded at me. “Let me know if you need to vent , or somethin’.”
“I’m straight like six o’clock nigga. I put money over problems so I can stay out the unemployment line. We got over two million dollars to get. We ain’t got time for baby daddy drama.”
Sway gave me a hard pound. “That’s what I’m sayin’ ‘cuz Ranae talkin’ ‘bout she wanna put a pool in.”
With that comment, I switched into my financial advisor mode.
“Yeah, she called me and wanted me to plug her with the dude that installed my pool. I ain’t tryna get all in your business, but how’s your money situation lookin’?”
“I’m good, especially fr om that armored truck job. I put money aside to pay triple mortgage payments for the next three years. I’m workin’ with about a million two of free money. Plus, Ranae’s day care center brings in about six grand a month and one of my new fighters has a match comin’ up in two months that will make me about a hundred thousand. I jus’ gotta keep it comin’ in ‘cuz like you always say…you can never have enough money.”
I grinned and nodded my head up and down. “Now that’s some shit you can tell everybody and their mama.”
~The Next Day
The location of Khalil’s first stash house was an old farm about two hours outside of L.A. I had to admit, he was smart to put the bulk of his money there because no one would think to look for it at place like that. Most people never even thought about farms until they bought vegetables at the store, or ate a garden salad. The land was owned by an old man who had glaucoma in both eyes. He was too poor to afford private health care so he relied on other methods to cope with the disease. Khalil supplied him with all the weed he wanted, and a little something extra to pay his minimal bills. All the old farmer had to do was take care of the two huge pit bulls that were on the vast property in an enclosure that looked like it belonged in a zoo. The money was buried on the north east corner inside with the vicious animals.
It was early in the evening when Sway, Peck, and I descended on the property. We had about two hours before it got dark. I chose to come out during the daylight because I didn’t want to g o on a treasure hunt without the sun. Dallas was inside watching the game show Jeopardy with Hamilton. She held the man at gun point while they sat on his old tattered couch. I knew she could handle him, so I wasn’t worried.
As my team approached the gate the dogs started to go crazy. They charged the fence barking and snarling daring us to enter their territory.
I pulled out my tranquilizer gun which was loaded with Sodium Thiopental. It was a non-lethal sedative that
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