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the fuck is this bitch doing meeting with a fucking cop? Ainât this about a bitch? She is probably a fucking snitch! Thatâs why that muâfucka was staring at her the other day,â Sticks mumbled to himself.
Sticks had seen enough. He gripped the steering wheel of his car, willing himself not to get out and just shoot Danielle in the head right then and there. He had watched her go into the restaurant, with Rodriguez following right behind. At first, he figured it mustâve been a crazy coincidence, but then he remembered the way Rodriguez was staring at Danielle at the warehouse like she knew her. When Danielle came out alone, Sticks figured theyâd planned it that way, just in case anyone was watching. But seeing her take the envelope from the cop was all he needed to draw a conclusion. That was how snitches rolled. He was really convinced she was a snitch when he saw her throwing up. She sick because she is nervous as hell. I got something for that bitch. Canât believe I fell in love with this traitor-ass bitch , he thought to himself as he watched the first girl heâd ever loved betray him.
Sticks wasnât the only one doing surveillance at the restaurant. The Shadow, like always, was there following Sticks. Since Scarâs disappearance, the Shadow had been constantly trailing Sticks. In his inexperience, Sticks didnât even for a second think about anyone following him. He was starting to feel invincible in his new role as unofficial leader of the Dirty Money Crew.
All the same, this current situation was confusing to the Shadow. Why did the cop from the warehouse hand an envelope to Sticksâ woman? What was the connection? It was getting hard for him to figure out all the different players and side deals going on in the Dirty Money Crew. He started thinking there was only so much information he could gather from the outside, that it might be time to infiltrate the crew, start taking them down from the inside. Itâs time to join the Dirty Money Crew , the Shadow thought. But how?
Not knowing how to handle the situation, Rodriguez sat inside her car for a little while. Her conscience was eating at her as she thought about losing Danielle to the streets. She blamed herself. Maybe if I was a better sister she wouldnât need to be in the streets. Maybe I shouldâve never gotten down with Scarâs crew and betrayed Derek. All of these thoughts ran through her mind one after the other, like an electronic billboard sign.
Rodriguez closed her eyes to try and stop the images from scrolling. She had to admit that she knew all along that Scar and the Dirty Money Crew were a huge problem for the city of Baltimore, but she still fell victim to the allure of easy money. When sheâd started taking his money, she didnât like Scar but could justify his actions and the reason to take the money, but now that he and his crew were influencing her family, she was growing to hate him and everything he stood for. She was ashamed that sheâd never thought to do anything about the Dirty Money Crew, until they hit too close to home.
As she prepared to finally pull out of the restaurantâs parking lot, she started thinking of ways to get Danielle away from the Dirty Money Crewâs tight grip. As if a light bulb went off in her head, she thought of it. The perfect plan. She peeled out and began driving like a woman possessed.
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Danielle had made it all the way home before calling Sticks. She and Veronica went over their lie a thousand times with a fine-tooth comb. They tried to think of every possible thing Sticks could ask. Danielle knew Sticks was just bold enough to call Veronica and interrogate her as well.
She dialed Sticksâ number and nervously waited for him to pick up.
âHey, baby,â she said sweetly, desperately trying to hide her nerves. She lied and told him she was in the mall with Veronica when he had called her, that her phone
Sticks had seen enough. He gripped the steering wheel of his car, willing himself not to get out and just shoot Danielle in the head right then and there. He had watched her go into the restaurant, with Rodriguez following right behind. At first, he figured it mustâve been a crazy coincidence, but then he remembered the way Rodriguez was staring at Danielle at the warehouse like she knew her. When Danielle came out alone, Sticks figured theyâd planned it that way, just in case anyone was watching. But seeing her take the envelope from the cop was all he needed to draw a conclusion. That was how snitches rolled. He was really convinced she was a snitch when he saw her throwing up. She sick because she is nervous as hell. I got something for that bitch. Canât believe I fell in love with this traitor-ass bitch , he thought to himself as he watched the first girl heâd ever loved betray him.
Sticks wasnât the only one doing surveillance at the restaurant. The Shadow, like always, was there following Sticks. Since Scarâs disappearance, the Shadow had been constantly trailing Sticks. In his inexperience, Sticks didnât even for a second think about anyone following him. He was starting to feel invincible in his new role as unofficial leader of the Dirty Money Crew.
All the same, this current situation was confusing to the Shadow. Why did the cop from the warehouse hand an envelope to Sticksâ woman? What was the connection? It was getting hard for him to figure out all the different players and side deals going on in the Dirty Money Crew. He started thinking there was only so much information he could gather from the outside, that it might be time to infiltrate the crew, start taking them down from the inside. Itâs time to join the Dirty Money Crew , the Shadow thought. But how?
Not knowing how to handle the situation, Rodriguez sat inside her car for a little while. Her conscience was eating at her as she thought about losing Danielle to the streets. She blamed herself. Maybe if I was a better sister she wouldnât need to be in the streets. Maybe I shouldâve never gotten down with Scarâs crew and betrayed Derek. All of these thoughts ran through her mind one after the other, like an electronic billboard sign.
Rodriguez closed her eyes to try and stop the images from scrolling. She had to admit that she knew all along that Scar and the Dirty Money Crew were a huge problem for the city of Baltimore, but she still fell victim to the allure of easy money. When sheâd started taking his money, she didnât like Scar but could justify his actions and the reason to take the money, but now that he and his crew were influencing her family, she was growing to hate him and everything he stood for. She was ashamed that sheâd never thought to do anything about the Dirty Money Crew, until they hit too close to home.
As she prepared to finally pull out of the restaurantâs parking lot, she started thinking of ways to get Danielle away from the Dirty Money Crewâs tight grip. As if a light bulb went off in her head, she thought of it. The perfect plan. She peeled out and began driving like a woman possessed.
Â
Danielle had made it all the way home before calling Sticks. She and Veronica went over their lie a thousand times with a fine-tooth comb. They tried to think of every possible thing Sticks could ask. Danielle knew Sticks was just bold enough to call Veronica and interrogate her as well.
She dialed Sticksâ number and nervously waited for him to pick up.
âHey, baby,â she said sweetly, desperately trying to hide her nerves. She lied and told him she was in the mall with Veronica when he had called her, that her phone
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