would put the ravenous dogs in dream land within a few minutes. Most niggas would have just shot the canines and said fuck it, but I wasn’t like most niggas. The dogs were just doing what they were trained to do. Why would I kill them for that? I aimed my dart gun and shot them both in the mid-section. The dogs let out a screeching yelp as the sharp tips pierced their soft grey hair.
“You ready to go night night nigga?” Peck pointed his shovel at the confused dogs.
I chuckled at his Kevin Hart impression. About five minutes later the dogs were on their sides with the ir dirty paws in the air and their muscular bodies twitching.
“Damn, that website didn’t lie about that shit. It said it was strong enough to knock out a lion.” Sway walked over to the gate with a pair of bolt cutters to cut the dense chain.
I carried two shovels in my hands while Sway and Peck each had large empty backpacks on their shoulders. After Sway easily snipped the chain, he pushed the gate open and started walking in a north east direction toward the back corner of the oversize dog run.
“That’s it, move them rocks out the way.” I pointed toward the dusty ground.
Medium sized boulders went flying left and right. I let them handle that shit because my back was still a little weak. I threw Sway his shovel once he was done.
“Let’s start diggin’ for gold boys.” I drove the silver tip of my shovel into the soft dirt.
We all started scooping mounds of earth out and before long my shovel hit something hard. They both looked at me and started to dig around where I was standing. It didn’t take long before a silver trunk encased in four huge thick plastic bags peaked out from its underground hiding spot.
Sway and Peck wrestled it free and dragged it out onto flat land. Sway took his giant knife out and sliced through the plastic. Next he used the bolt cutters to snap the pad lock. I stepped back as he flipped the lid open and nothing but green cotton stared back at us. The kind of green cotton with the faces of deceased white men on it; the kind of green cotton that the whole country was addicted to. Cold hard cash!
“Boom!” Peck started pop locking to an imaginary beat like Turbo from the movie “Breakin’.”
“Let’s load this shit up and bounce before it gets dark and Cujo and his brother wake up.” I knelt down and started tossing bundles of vacuum sealed money to my happy comrades.
Ten minutes later, the gate was closed with the dogs still napping, Hamilton was still high on his old couch watching Alex Trebek, and Dallas, Peck, Sway, and I were 1.5 million dollars richer. Now that was what I called rich soil!
Inside the empty trunk I left Khalil a little note along with a single hundred dollar bill. It said:
`Here’s your first unemployment payment after I took out taxes. The Notorious TYCE!
~No Brakes
I wasn’t a fool. I knew that leaving Khalil that note would surely tip him off to who had robbed him. That’s why I wasted no time getting to the other stash house after we left the farm. I didn’t want to give him any chance to recover. Two hits in one night.
The second job however wouldn ’t be as easy as the first. The next stash house was located in Watts, and it was guarded 24 hours a day by four armed men. The two bedroom house was owned on paper by a woman named Ms. Kemp. However, she lived in Atlanta with relatives and just happened to be Khalil’s grandma. It was just before ten o’clock when I walked up to the faded yellow house looking official in my starched white, short sleeved work shirt with the letters GM stitched in large print on the front. In smaller letters the word locksmith was underneath. It appeared as if I was by myself, but actually Sway and Peck were already in position. I stopped in front of the house holding a clip board as I pretended to read the paper attached to it with a confused look on my face. I caught the attention of a dark figure sitting on the steps in
“You ready to go night night nigga?” Peck pointed his shovel at the confused dogs.
I chuckled at his Kevin Hart impression. About five minutes later the dogs were on their sides with the ir dirty paws in the air and their muscular bodies twitching.
“Damn, that website didn’t lie about that shit. It said it was strong enough to knock out a lion.” Sway walked over to the gate with a pair of bolt cutters to cut the dense chain.
I carried two shovels in my hands while Sway and Peck each had large empty backpacks on their shoulders. After Sway easily snipped the chain, he pushed the gate open and started walking in a north east direction toward the back corner of the oversize dog run.
“That’s it, move them rocks out the way.” I pointed toward the dusty ground.
Medium sized boulders went flying left and right. I let them handle that shit because my back was still a little weak. I threw Sway his shovel once he was done.
“Let’s start diggin’ for gold boys.” I drove the silver tip of my shovel into the soft dirt.
We all started scooping mounds of earth out and before long my shovel hit something hard. They both looked at me and started to dig around where I was standing. It didn’t take long before a silver trunk encased in four huge thick plastic bags peaked out from its underground hiding spot.
Sway and Peck wrestled it free and dragged it out onto flat land. Sway took his giant knife out and sliced through the plastic. Next he used the bolt cutters to snap the pad lock. I stepped back as he flipped the lid open and nothing but green cotton stared back at us. The kind of green cotton with the faces of deceased white men on it; the kind of green cotton that the whole country was addicted to. Cold hard cash!
“Boom!” Peck started pop locking to an imaginary beat like Turbo from the movie “Breakin’.”
“Let’s load this shit up and bounce before it gets dark and Cujo and his brother wake up.” I knelt down and started tossing bundles of vacuum sealed money to my happy comrades.
Ten minutes later, the gate was closed with the dogs still napping, Hamilton was still high on his old couch watching Alex Trebek, and Dallas, Peck, Sway, and I were 1.5 million dollars richer. Now that was what I called rich soil!
Inside the empty trunk I left Khalil a little note along with a single hundred dollar bill. It said:
`Here’s your first unemployment payment after I took out taxes. The Notorious TYCE!
~No Brakes
I wasn’t a fool. I knew that leaving Khalil that note would surely tip him off to who had robbed him. That’s why I wasted no time getting to the other stash house after we left the farm. I didn’t want to give him any chance to recover. Two hits in one night.
The second job however wouldn ’t be as easy as the first. The next stash house was located in Watts, and it was guarded 24 hours a day by four armed men. The two bedroom house was owned on paper by a woman named Ms. Kemp. However, she lived in Atlanta with relatives and just happened to be Khalil’s grandma. It was just before ten o’clock when I walked up to the faded yellow house looking official in my starched white, short sleeved work shirt with the letters GM stitched in large print on the front. In smaller letters the word locksmith was underneath. It appeared as if I was by myself, but actually Sway and Peck were already in position. I stopped in front of the house holding a clip board as I pretended to read the paper attached to it with a confused look on my face. I caught the attention of a dark figure sitting on the steps in
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