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Point Apartments. Earlier today I was able to ride by the spot and familiarize myself with the area so when I make my getaway it will be clean. I just wish he would hurry up so we can get this on the road.
“ Shit, there he is,” I said out loud to myself. I ducked my head to be sure he doesn’t get a glance at me. I let two cars go by before falling in two places behind Luscious. I quickly gathered my thoughts and put the car into slow motion to get behind him. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might bust right through my chest. My hands were sweating so much they were sliding off the steering wheel. It’s dark out so it will be hard for him to notice he is being followed unless he has a reason to be suspicious, which, at this point, he shouldn’t. Today he is riding in a different car. He has quite a few cars he shows up in when he’s on the block, but normally, he drives his Escalade. Tonight he’s riding in a rusty orange 2009 or ’10 Ford Mustang with dark tinted windows, and, of course, he’s sittin’ on twenty-four-inch rims.
We rode for another three hours, making frequent stops where Luscious would get out of the car, go in and come out, seemingly empty-handed, but the money was strapped to him. Once he gets inside the car he unloads it into this black bag. I got this bit of information from Phil’s drunk ass on the dance floor. Damn, what a nigga won’t say when he’s loaded and thinking he’s scoring some points with a bitch. Finally, we pulled into the Seville Apartments. I parked in a dark spot where there was no streetlight.
Luscious got out of the car and looked around for a minute. Then he walked to his trunk and opened it. Not getting anything out of the trunk, he closed it and again took a look around to make sure everything was clear. Feeling secure, he reached back into the front seat, grabbed the bag, and headed for his building. I noticed he keeps his left hand close to his left side near his hip. That must be where he’s holding his heat.
I got out of the car slowly with both my Rugers locked and loaded. Then I quickly speeded up my pace to get up to the door behind him. Luscious took a quick glance around, took his hand off his left hip, put it in his pocket, and grabbed his key. Taking one final look around, he put the key in the lock. That’s when I made my move.
My right hand went up with the Ruger to the back of his head. My left hand with the other Ruger centered on his spine. He froze, shocked. There was silence for a brief moment.
“ What the fuck is goin’ on?” Luscious finally muttered.
“ Don’t say shit,” I said in the best man’s voice I could muster. If nothing else I had to hide the fact I was a girl. I had on all-black with a black ski mask and black gloves. I had practiced a low, deep drawl with my voice, and so far I was doing good. I thought I sounded just like a real dude.
“ Take your left hand, open up the door, and keep your right hand on the bag. Any sudden move and you a dead motherfucker,” I said, meaning every word, knowing that if he saw me I wouldn’t have any choice but kill him or be killed. Being killed wasn’t an option for me.
Once inside, I ordered him on the floor, facedown. “Lay on your face right here.”
“ Look, man, you making a big fucking mistake. You’re dead tomorrow,” Luscious attempted to threaten me.
“ No, man, you’re dead if you don’t shut the fuck up right now,” I warned him as I lifted the safety on both Rugers. Luscious flinched when he heard that click from the safety.
I stood over him and put both Rugers to the back of his head showing him I meant business.
“ Now, reach on your left hip and throw your gun to the side. Then spread both of your hands out in front of you.” He quickly but carefully followed my rules.
“ Please don’t kill me, man. Not over money. Just take the fucking bag. It got about three hundred thousand in
“ Shit, there he is,” I said out loud to myself. I ducked my head to be sure he doesn’t get a glance at me. I let two cars go by before falling in two places behind Luscious. I quickly gathered my thoughts and put the car into slow motion to get behind him. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might bust right through my chest. My hands were sweating so much they were sliding off the steering wheel. It’s dark out so it will be hard for him to notice he is being followed unless he has a reason to be suspicious, which, at this point, he shouldn’t. Today he is riding in a different car. He has quite a few cars he shows up in when he’s on the block, but normally, he drives his Escalade. Tonight he’s riding in a rusty orange 2009 or ’10 Ford Mustang with dark tinted windows, and, of course, he’s sittin’ on twenty-four-inch rims.
We rode for another three hours, making frequent stops where Luscious would get out of the car, go in and come out, seemingly empty-handed, but the money was strapped to him. Once he gets inside the car he unloads it into this black bag. I got this bit of information from Phil’s drunk ass on the dance floor. Damn, what a nigga won’t say when he’s loaded and thinking he’s scoring some points with a bitch. Finally, we pulled into the Seville Apartments. I parked in a dark spot where there was no streetlight.
Luscious got out of the car and looked around for a minute. Then he walked to his trunk and opened it. Not getting anything out of the trunk, he closed it and again took a look around to make sure everything was clear. Feeling secure, he reached back into the front seat, grabbed the bag, and headed for his building. I noticed he keeps his left hand close to his left side near his hip. That must be where he’s holding his heat.
I got out of the car slowly with both my Rugers locked and loaded. Then I quickly speeded up my pace to get up to the door behind him. Luscious took a quick glance around, took his hand off his left hip, put it in his pocket, and grabbed his key. Taking one final look around, he put the key in the lock. That’s when I made my move.
My right hand went up with the Ruger to the back of his head. My left hand with the other Ruger centered on his spine. He froze, shocked. There was silence for a brief moment.
“ What the fuck is goin’ on?” Luscious finally muttered.
“ Don’t say shit,” I said in the best man’s voice I could muster. If nothing else I had to hide the fact I was a girl. I had on all-black with a black ski mask and black gloves. I had practiced a low, deep drawl with my voice, and so far I was doing good. I thought I sounded just like a real dude.
“ Take your left hand, open up the door, and keep your right hand on the bag. Any sudden move and you a dead motherfucker,” I said, meaning every word, knowing that if he saw me I wouldn’t have any choice but kill him or be killed. Being killed wasn’t an option for me.
Once inside, I ordered him on the floor, facedown. “Lay on your face right here.”
“ Look, man, you making a big fucking mistake. You’re dead tomorrow,” Luscious attempted to threaten me.
“ No, man, you’re dead if you don’t shut the fuck up right now,” I warned him as I lifted the safety on both Rugers. Luscious flinched when he heard that click from the safety.
I stood over him and put both Rugers to the back of his head showing him I meant business.
“ Now, reach on your left hip and throw your gun to the side. Then spread both of your hands out in front of you.” He quickly but carefully followed my rules.
“ Please don’t kill me, man. Not over money. Just take the fucking bag. It got about three hundred thousand in
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