Free The Versace League by Shan

that it had to be something valuable. It took ten of the players to pull it off leaving them each with one and a half million dollars.
    Aasir wasn’t computer savvy like Cortez, nor was he as street savvy and sophisticated as Yamin. He was just him. Everyone had a role, or had something they were good at, but Aasir just got in wherever he fit in. So he was happy to have just made a million and a half to just watch Yamin and Knox’s back as they pulled the heist off. It was easy money.
    “Shit it's gone. First I noticed a few stacks here and there were missing and then a couple of months ago, I noticed that it increased dramatically. When I added it all up it came up to like a hundred and twenty-two thousand,” Cortez said, and looked at Yamin. He waited for Yamin to say something or even make a facial expression to let him know what he was thinking, but nothing. “I don’t know what to do. I asked her about it and she said she needed it to give to her grandma to pay for her chemo treatments and didn’t think I would just give it to her. So, I handed her another hundred thousand and I thought she would stop and just come to me, but I checked last night and a few extra thousand was gone.”
    “She asks you for everything else! Shoes, cars, clothes-and all the rest of that bullshit but she can’t ask you for money when it fuckin’ matters,” Yamin yelled. He’d tried his hardest not to show any emotion for the situation, but he was sick of Patrice using Cortez. She was a money hungry peasant that claimed she came from money that only she has seen.
    Yamin was sick of seeing Cortez being used when he had the potential to do so much better. He had a baby mama that had been there for him since the two of them were in grade school and she was a true rider. She didn’t care if Cortez lived in a shack and would happily live there with him without one complaint.
    “Damn, here you go. She was just scared to ask me for that amount of money at once,” Cortez asked. He grabbed his bottle of beer from the table and took a swig. He knew that Yamin couldn’t stand Patrice and he regretted that he ever brought the subject up.
    “So, what the fuck you bring it up for and ask us what you should do if you’re just gonna take up for her?” Yamin asked.
    Cortez sighed.
    Patrice was his soul mate and the two of them would eventually marry and have kids. He had never met anyone of her stature. She had her own and could bring just as much to the table as he could. He didn’t understand why Yamin insisted that Patrice was a lying gold digger. When he’d met her she was driving a red Mercedes Benz, and lived in a hundred thousand dollar condominium downtown. Yamin’s judgment of her was off and he wished that he would show Patrice the same respect that he’d shown Jessica.
    “I think Patrice is cool, but I don’t know bruh, sometimes I feel like she is after you for your money,” Aasir inserted.
    “Patrice doesn’t even know I have money bruh. Her condo cost more than this shit I’m living in. She thinks I work as a computer specialist by day and sell dope by night,” Cortez argued.
    “She might think that you got a nine to five and hustle, but she knows you have money Cort. I don’t know how many times I gotta tell you to keep your shit more private. You got bank account statements sitting on the table. I saw a file with a client’s name on it sitting on your fucking bed when I went to take a piss. What are you doing?” Yamin asked disgustedly.
    “Patrice was claiming I hadn’t been at home lately so after we finished that bank job, I decided to do some research from the house. It’s nothing. She didn’t look at it,” Cortez explained.
    “Man you better hope not,” Aasir passed the blunt to Cortez and shook his head at his little brother.
    “Why would you leave the wifey type to be with that mutt bucket?” Yamin asked, not hiding his displeasure one bit.
    “Come on man, you know I hate when you call her that.