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good to take care of her ass.
âYo, we moved the operation up to the day after tomorrow. You gonna be the front person,â Sticks informed her.
âMe? I canât?IâI mean, I wouldnât be any good at that.â
Danielle had only agreed to be a lookout or a driver for their upcoming operation. She had helped with the planning and logistics but wasnât ready to go to the front line. In fact, Sticks had told her she would be behind the scenesâa driver or a lookout?that she wouldnât ever have to get her hands dirty because he wouldnât want to put her in harmâs way. But now he was changing up the game plan. Something didnât feel right to her. Maybe itâs just the pregnancy , she thought.
Danielleâs immediate hesitation and ultimate refusal was enough for Sticks. He was sure she was a snitch now. Sheâd always been down for whatever, since he had started fucking with her. Thatâs why he loved her so much. Aside from the tight wetness she was walking around with between her legs. Sticks thought she was the most beautiful ride-or-die chick in all of Baltimore.
Sticks had watched her rob grown-ass hustlers in broad daylight. He had witnessed her beat down two female crackheads that owed him money, and he saw her exert authority over some of the real young crew members, keeping them in line like a mother hen. Why the sudden change of heart? he wondered. He quickly concluded that it was because she was working with either the feds or the local police and couldnât get her hands dirty.
Sticks had plans for Danielle. Knowing she was snitching had hurt him deep down inside. He didnât take lightly to anyone hurting his feelings, especially somebody he trusted so deeply. Good pussy or not, love or no love, in his eyes, Danielle was just like any other snitch and she would be handled as such.
They were both silent as Sticks drove toward the warehouse, each of them wondering what the other was thinking.
Danielleâs hands were sweaty. She contemplated just telling him about the baby right then and there, but when she noticed his mood, she decided against it. She knew firsthand how violent Sticks could get when upset, so she opted to remain silent. Maybe he will marry me and we can be a family, she thought to herself.
Danielle promised herself to tell Sticks about their baby when he was in a better mood. Right now she would just try and ride out his mood.
Sticks looked over at the side of Danielleâs beautiful face. A fucking waste of beauty. Too bad. Shake it off, nigga , he thought to himself. She is a snitch .
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The nervous energy inside the Dirty Money Crewâs warehouse was crazy. Some of them paced the floor, others drank liquor or lit up blunts, trying to calm their nerves.
âYo, Iâm ready to make this paper, dog,â Timber said, rubbing gun oil on the outside of his favorite gun, the AK-47 Sticks had given him.
âCalm down, nigga. We need to have this shit well thought out. I didnât think we were even fuckinâ finished planning anyway.â Trail didnât understand why Sticks was breaking out the gate with this shit when they were still in the planning phase.
Sticks, on edge for the past two days, barked, âYo, you a bitch-ass nigga, and Iâm sick of your fuckinâ whining and complaining! Shut the fuck up and stop actinâ like a straight bitch! The shit is as planned out as itâs gonna get!â
âFuck you, nigga! Iâm tired of you tryinâa punk me in front of the youngâuns,â Trail shot back. It was like he had drunk a glass of liquid courage. He knew how crazy Sticks could get, but he was really fed up. For months he had watched as Sticks and the new members of the crew terrorized the city, bringing heat on all of them.
âWhat? What you say, nigga? I will body you right here and right now, word to everything. You punk bitch, you lucky Scar likes you,â
âYo, we moved the operation up to the day after tomorrow. You gonna be the front person,â Sticks informed her.
âMe? I canât?IâI mean, I wouldnât be any good at that.â
Danielle had only agreed to be a lookout or a driver for their upcoming operation. She had helped with the planning and logistics but wasnât ready to go to the front line. In fact, Sticks had told her she would be behind the scenesâa driver or a lookout?that she wouldnât ever have to get her hands dirty because he wouldnât want to put her in harmâs way. But now he was changing up the game plan. Something didnât feel right to her. Maybe itâs just the pregnancy , she thought.
Danielleâs immediate hesitation and ultimate refusal was enough for Sticks. He was sure she was a snitch now. Sheâd always been down for whatever, since he had started fucking with her. Thatâs why he loved her so much. Aside from the tight wetness she was walking around with between her legs. Sticks thought she was the most beautiful ride-or-die chick in all of Baltimore.
Sticks had watched her rob grown-ass hustlers in broad daylight. He had witnessed her beat down two female crackheads that owed him money, and he saw her exert authority over some of the real young crew members, keeping them in line like a mother hen. Why the sudden change of heart? he wondered. He quickly concluded that it was because she was working with either the feds or the local police and couldnât get her hands dirty.
Sticks had plans for Danielle. Knowing she was snitching had hurt him deep down inside. He didnât take lightly to anyone hurting his feelings, especially somebody he trusted so deeply. Good pussy or not, love or no love, in his eyes, Danielle was just like any other snitch and she would be handled as such.
They were both silent as Sticks drove toward the warehouse, each of them wondering what the other was thinking.
Danielleâs hands were sweaty. She contemplated just telling him about the baby right then and there, but when she noticed his mood, she decided against it. She knew firsthand how violent Sticks could get when upset, so she opted to remain silent. Maybe he will marry me and we can be a family, she thought to herself.
Danielle promised herself to tell Sticks about their baby when he was in a better mood. Right now she would just try and ride out his mood.
Sticks looked over at the side of Danielleâs beautiful face. A fucking waste of beauty. Too bad. Shake it off, nigga , he thought to himself. She is a snitch .
Â
The nervous energy inside the Dirty Money Crewâs warehouse was crazy. Some of them paced the floor, others drank liquor or lit up blunts, trying to calm their nerves.
âYo, Iâm ready to make this paper, dog,â Timber said, rubbing gun oil on the outside of his favorite gun, the AK-47 Sticks had given him.
âCalm down, nigga. We need to have this shit well thought out. I didnât think we were even fuckinâ finished planning anyway.â Trail didnât understand why Sticks was breaking out the gate with this shit when they were still in the planning phase.
Sticks, on edge for the past two days, barked, âYo, you a bitch-ass nigga, and Iâm sick of your fuckinâ whining and complaining! Shut the fuck up and stop actinâ like a straight bitch! The shit is as planned out as itâs gonna get!â
âFuck you, nigga! Iâm tired of you tryinâa punk me in front of the youngâuns,â Trail shot back. It was like he had drunk a glass of liquid courage. He knew how crazy Sticks could get, but he was really fed up. For months he had watched as Sticks and the new members of the crew terrorized the city, bringing heat on all of them.
âWhat? What you say, nigga? I will body you right here and right now, word to everything. You punk bitch, you lucky Scar likes you,â
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