Free She Fell in love with a Thug: Deuce & Italy by Anjela Day Page B

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    “So , nigga what we thinking on?” I questioned. He sucked his teeth and rubbed his hands together.
    “My nigga is sitting on the big house. He said they just delivered a shipment in and ‘bout to break it down. My nigga Trace that’s in Dre’s camp said he just took some rat to a house to smash, and no one major is on the house so…”
    “So , you want to ride out on this nigga with no plan?” I asked looking at my nigga like he was dumb. Truthfully I didn’t think the money would be worth it. I mean big Dre was a trap nigga, but he got his main supply from my pops, so how much could he be making. On top of that if he came up short, my uncle O would body that nigga, no questions asked.
    “Nigga you with me?” Jay asked me like there was ever a doubt. Yeah I knew going in this house I may not walk out, but fuck it. I nodded my head and popped my trunk.
    I had everything that I ne eded in my trunk to hit a lick. Yeah true, I was a street nigga, but shit I had to be ready to hit the block at any time. I pulled out my all black timbs, hoodie, and True’s. I quickly got dressed behind my truck.
    “Let’s ride” I told Jay as I stepped from behind my truck and climbed inside.
    With Jay’s instructions , we make our way to his nigga B’s crib. That’s when shit started moving fast as fuck. We climbed in a blacked out Ford Eco van. It only had two seats, the rest was just carpet and the equipment that we needed to pull off the heist.
    When I looked down and saw the techs, I lost my breath. I had fired a gun, but nothing like the ones I was looking at. This shit was no pow, pow you dead. This was bang, bang you dead, real life shit. I was sweating, but not enough to let niggas know I was ready to shit myself.
    I picked one of the rifles up , and got completely lost in the gun. It was sexy to me. I knew that B, Jay, and the other two niggas were going over the plans. I just wanted to make sure I knew how to fire this bad boy.
    “You ready my nigga?” Jay said hyped up, holding two nines in his hand.
    I nodded my head, but truth was, my first thought was my unborn seed. I didn’t want my girl trying to raise my little nigga on her own. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my phone. Pressing two, I called Ven up hoping that she really wasn’t with another nigga. All the fuckin’ phone did was ring and it pisssed me off.
    I know it was childish, but I wanted to hear my girl ’s voice before … I didn’t even want to imagine what would come next.
    “Alight niggas , we got five minutes. Get in, get the cash and the drugs, and get the fuck out,” the nigga B said as he hopped out the driver’s side and ripped the back door open.
    I could hear Jay’s breathing get loud as we pulled our hoods over our heads, cocked our guns, and made our way to the house. B and his boy hit the back door, me and Jay had the front that way no one was walking out this bitch, but the niggas I came with.
    I stood to the side , allowed Jay to kick the door in, and I went in firing. The gun sprayed everywhere. I was sure I was unable to hit anything, but the power behind it was sexy. The fire power was short lived. Before I knew it, my gun was empty, and Jay was handing me one of his burners.
    I tossed the tech, to the ground and followed Jay’s lead. We were instructed that the bedrooms were only rooms to hit, but that was dumb to me. My pops never had shit where he laid his head.  Jay pulled two trash bags from his pocket, and as soon as we reached the bedroom, he handed me one.
    I felt around the mattress for a slit, once we found it , I reached inside and pulled all that I could feel. Yeah it was a few grand, but not the work Jay wanted.  He looked at me with a fucked up face.
    “Nigga no one hide cash in here no more. It’s in the kitchen,” I tried telling him. I guess he forgot not too long ago, I was working for his pops. I left Jay looking into space, and I dashed out. The sight of dead bodies sitting at the