Free Money & Love Don't Mix by Ace Gucciano Page A

officers on a high-speed chase, which took place early yesterday morning it t—”
    “Are you talking about the chase that started off in Lexington Square?” She immediately cut him off to ask about.
    “Yes ma’am…and I contacted you hoping I can get any information that you may have about the three guys he had with him and their whereabouts. We have—”
    Before Detective Sims had a chance to finish he could tell something was up with her, and it was, she went into deep thought saying to herself, Damn I can’t believe dis shit! That was my son in that car I called the police on…Naw dis shit can’t be happening to me again.
    At first she thought it was a dream but the second he tapped her she came back to reality as he asked her, “Ma’am do you know the three individuals he had with him, so I can put warrants out for their arrest.” That minute she begin to hold her chest as if she was losing her breath and couldn’t breathe. He then hollered, “Help!!” and the doctors rushed over to where they stood, sat her down in a wheelchair, and ran her into a room to find out what’s wrong with her.
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                  Two weeks later Maniac, Smoke, and Dre sat in Maniacs living room smoking mid and drinking Four Loko’s, getting ready to watch the San Antonio Spurs play the Miami Heat in game seven of the NBA finals. Maniac was hyped, so hyped he yelled,
                  “I’ll bet whateva y’all muhfuckas wanna bet, dat King James be da’ MVP when dey win dis shit!”
                  Dre had a smirk on his face thinking, Who da’ fuck gone bet dis clown knowing he ain’t got shit.
                  Smoke blurted, “Shit what yo wanna bet dawg? I like my boy Tony Parker and Dat Nigga Tim Duncan. Dey too much fo’ Miami Dawg!”
                  Before Maniac could reply he heard a knock on the door, instantly he grabbed his F&N, Smoke pulled his glock .40 out of his waist, and Dre snatched his desert eagle off the living room table, and began creeping to the front door. Maniac looked through the peephole, then told Smoke and Dre telling them, “Oh! Dis da’ delivery man.” Once he saw the red Papa Johns’ hat he had on. As soon as he opened the door a flyer fell on the floor. He picked it up and handed it to Dre while he paid for their order.
                  Once he paid the delivery man and closed the door, he could tell Smoke and Dre’s attention was on the flyer they were reading that someone had left on his door. On his way to the kitchen with the Pizza’s Dre hollered excitedly.
                  “Yo it’s goin' down dis weekend, da’ rental office throwin a party to end da’ summer. What y’all boys wanna do?”
                  “Shit!! Da’ last da pool gone be open till next summer, boy it’s going down! I betcha all da bad bitches dat stay out here gone be out there too.” Smoke mentioned.
                  “Calm y’all ass down!! And let me see dat shit!” Maniac hollered with anger in his voice as he snatched the flyer out of Smoke’s hand before looking through the blinds to see if any other residence had flyers on their door as well.
                  “Damn! Fuck you gotta attitude fo’ nigga!?” Smoke asked, feeling tension in Maniac’s voice as he looked out the window.
                  “Naw, I ain’t got no attitude cuzzo! But I try to stay on point bruh…shit fo’ all we know dis shit coulda been a set-up by dem cartel muhfuckas.” Maniac expressed as he started reading the flyer that said,
    ‘Come one, come all to the biggest and baddest pool party of the summer. And celebrate with us as we end the summer in style with Music, Food, Drinks and sign-up to play in our Spade Tournament where the winning team wins $500 in cash. Hope to see you there…’
    ~Lexington Square Property Management
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