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it.”
“ Stop beggin’ for your life like a bitch, dude. Have some heart.”
I reached over with my right hand and opened the bag. Like I thought, the bag was full of stacked bills, fives and tens, bound by rubber bands. With my heart racing I finished the job. With the Ruger in my right hand, I struck Luscious on the back of the head. To make sure he was out cold, I repeated the blow. This blow turned red. I grabbed the bag and made a dash for the front door, hoping for Luscious’s sake he wakes up or somebody finds him before he bleeds to death.
I was so nervous that I felt sick to my stomach. I found the closest hotel possible to gather my thoughts. Inside the hotel room, I headed straight to bathroom where I washed my face in cold water. I then threw my exhausted body across the bed with a million thoughts racing through my mind. My exhaustion turned to panic. What if Luscious wasn’t unconscious and followed me? He could be outside with his crew waiting to blast me. So I got up and started looking out the window.
Finally I realized my paranoia for what it was. I was having a panic attack, and I just needed to calm down. First, I needed to get out of the clothes I had on. I had already taken off the mask and gloves. I had on regular clothes under the baggy ones, so I just stripped down.
Sitting across the room from me was the black bag full of money that I had taken from Luscious. Once I calmed down, I grabbed the bag and took the money out and started counting. Four unbelievable hours later, I had counted three hundred thousand, eight hundred sixty dollars of cold hard cash. I couldn’t believe I had pulled this off all by myself. Me, Mya—a seventeen-year-old 115-pound girl. It must be true what they say, niggas without they heat is soft.
But it wasn’t over. I had to make this money not noticeable. Of course, I told Rochelle that I would be coming into some money from my dad. That was easy; she is my best friend. I could tell her just about anything, and she would believe it. Telling others would be a whole other story. No one else would believe some guy owed my dad some money and paid it to me while Dad was locked up because shit doesn’t normally happen in the hood like that. I would just let the money surface slowly by telling Li’l Bo and Monica bits of what I told Rochelle. They are my family, and like Rochelle, they are bound to believe me. As for my mother, I will tell her what I felt like telling her, which was nothing. You can never tell a dope fiend the truth about sudden riches or money—period.
First thing tomorrow I’ll open up a safe deposit box at the bank where I’ll put in all this money except for a few hundred. Then I’ll return that rental car. From there, I’ll lay low and keep my ear to the streets and keep doing heads. That is what I do, right?
Chapter 14
The last two weeks were like murder on me. Keeping my ear to the streets, lying low, and trying to keep my same routine is how I had been maintaining. I didn’t want to do anything out of the ordinary to bring any unwanted attention. Today was a little different, though. I decided to spend a little change to buy weave to braid Monica’s hair. Monica had been bugging me for the past couple of days to braid her hair. So I decided to get up this morning and surprise her.
So for the last eight hours I’ve been going hard on braiding Monica up and it was coming out pretty. The only downside is my damn fingers are in pain like usual when I braid.
“ Mya, are you almost finished? My butt’s starting to hurt, and these shabby pillows with no cushion aren’t helping,” she complained and twisted in a circular motion like she’s trying to get comfortable.
“ Girl, I know you ain’t complaining the way you been bitchin’ every day to get these braids. Besides, I’m the one with the cramps in my fingers.”
“ Oh, poor Mya’s fingers all cramped up like a
“ Stop beggin’ for your life like a bitch, dude. Have some heart.”
I reached over with my right hand and opened the bag. Like I thought, the bag was full of stacked bills, fives and tens, bound by rubber bands. With my heart racing I finished the job. With the Ruger in my right hand, I struck Luscious on the back of the head. To make sure he was out cold, I repeated the blow. This blow turned red. I grabbed the bag and made a dash for the front door, hoping for Luscious’s sake he wakes up or somebody finds him before he bleeds to death.
I was so nervous that I felt sick to my stomach. I found the closest hotel possible to gather my thoughts. Inside the hotel room, I headed straight to bathroom where I washed my face in cold water. I then threw my exhausted body across the bed with a million thoughts racing through my mind. My exhaustion turned to panic. What if Luscious wasn’t unconscious and followed me? He could be outside with his crew waiting to blast me. So I got up and started looking out the window.
Finally I realized my paranoia for what it was. I was having a panic attack, and I just needed to calm down. First, I needed to get out of the clothes I had on. I had already taken off the mask and gloves. I had on regular clothes under the baggy ones, so I just stripped down.
Sitting across the room from me was the black bag full of money that I had taken from Luscious. Once I calmed down, I grabbed the bag and took the money out and started counting. Four unbelievable hours later, I had counted three hundred thousand, eight hundred sixty dollars of cold hard cash. I couldn’t believe I had pulled this off all by myself. Me, Mya—a seventeen-year-old 115-pound girl. It must be true what they say, niggas without they heat is soft.
But it wasn’t over. I had to make this money not noticeable. Of course, I told Rochelle that I would be coming into some money from my dad. That was easy; she is my best friend. I could tell her just about anything, and she would believe it. Telling others would be a whole other story. No one else would believe some guy owed my dad some money and paid it to me while Dad was locked up because shit doesn’t normally happen in the hood like that. I would just let the money surface slowly by telling Li’l Bo and Monica bits of what I told Rochelle. They are my family, and like Rochelle, they are bound to believe me. As for my mother, I will tell her what I felt like telling her, which was nothing. You can never tell a dope fiend the truth about sudden riches or money—period.
First thing tomorrow I’ll open up a safe deposit box at the bank where I’ll put in all this money except for a few hundred. Then I’ll return that rental car. From there, I’ll lay low and keep my ear to the streets and keep doing heads. That is what I do, right?
Chapter 14
The last two weeks were like murder on me. Keeping my ear to the streets, lying low, and trying to keep my same routine is how I had been maintaining. I didn’t want to do anything out of the ordinary to bring any unwanted attention. Today was a little different, though. I decided to spend a little change to buy weave to braid Monica’s hair. Monica had been bugging me for the past couple of days to braid her hair. So I decided to get up this morning and surprise her.
So for the last eight hours I’ve been going hard on braiding Monica up and it was coming out pretty. The only downside is my damn fingers are in pain like usual when I braid.
“ Mya, are you almost finished? My butt’s starting to hurt, and these shabby pillows with no cushion aren’t helping,” she complained and twisted in a circular motion like she’s trying to get comfortable.
“ Girl, I know you ain’t complaining the way you been bitchin’ every day to get these braids. Besides, I’m the one with the cramps in my fingers.”
“ Oh, poor Mya’s fingers all cramped up like a
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