her button it up. He picked her up again and headed out of the room. Rocko gave Po a skeptical glance, and Po’s firm stare was all it took to get Rocko on board. The pair had been rocking with each other since the sandbox. Rocko wouldn’t question Po’s decision.
“Fuck it, let’s roll,” Rocko said as he led the way toward the front entrance with his gun drawn and trigger finger ready.
Just before they exited Samad’s mansion, Liberty spoke. “Wait. The office upstairs. The bricks you took out of that safe are peanuts compared to what he keeps locked in that room.”
Rocko stepped outside and looked around in paranoia. “Yo, we don’t got time for this shit, fam. Let’s get out of this mu’fucka.”
Liberty gripped Po’s neck and whispered, “Trust me. It’s worth your while.”
Po headed upstairs with Liberty in his arms without hesitation.
“Fuck! What’s with him and this bitch?” Rocko mumbled under his breath before following.
“Go right; it’s the last door at the very end of the hall,” Liberty instructed.
Po followed her lead and entered the room. Liberty climbed out of his arms and weakly headed toward the walk-in closet.
“Yo, Po! We don’t got time—”
Po put his hand to Rocko’s chest, cutting him off. “Five minutes, fam, and we out of here.” His eyes followed Liberty the entire time he spoke.
Liberty stopped in front of the large glass showcase that contained the urns and her eyes burned with tears. “I’m sorry no one could save you,” she whispered, acknowledging the forgotten souls in the urns, the women that Samad had made disappear before her. Po walked up behind her. “We’ve got to go, ma.”
“No one even knows that they’re dead. No one even cares,” Liberty stated.
Po’s eyes diverted to the showcase of urns. “What are you talking about, Liberty?”
“If you hadn’t come back, I would be inside one of these urns by the morning,” she said as a tear glided down her face.
Rocko shifted uncomfortably in his stance as Po’s eyes widened at Liberty’s revelation.
“Let’s go,” he insisted as he grabbed her arm.
“Wait. I’m not leaving here until I get what’s owed to me,” she said. “Move the display, please.”
Po looked at Rocko and nodded his head. Rocko hesitantly pushed the glass display aside, revealing the door that it concealed behind. Liberty had always known the door was there, but Samad had instilled so much fear inside of her that it was only in his death that she had the courage to open it.
She quickly opened the door and turned toward Rocko. “I think this was worth the risk, don’t you?”
Rocko and Po stepped into the large room and both their eyes widened in surprise. Greed filled them as they looked at the treasure to which Liberty had led them.
Liberty was right. There were more bricks of cocaine than they could count. They lay stacked neatly against the back wall. Bank bricks of plastic-wrapped money were piled on a steel table and an arsenal of automatic guns hung from the walls. They had hit the ghetto lottery. The value of what lay inside of this hidden room was more than what Po would have ever attained in his entire life.
“Damn,” Rocko whispered.
“I told you,” Liberty said with a smirk as she exited the room and headed back toward the office.
Rocko turned to Po. “Yo, shorty a keeper,” he said jokingly.
“Let’s bag this shit up and get out of here,” Po said before he went after Liberty. When he found her, Liberty was rifling through Samad’s desk drawers, her hands frantically searching until they landed on a black book. She handed it to Po.
“What’s this?” he asked, taking it in his hands and flipping through the pages.
“It’s his ledger. Every time he would conduct business, he would record it in this journal. Names, dates, locations, amounts. It’s all there,” Liberty informed him. “You can have it all. The drugs, the guns, the contacts. All I want is a portion of
“Fuck it, let’s roll,” Rocko said as he led the way toward the front entrance with his gun drawn and trigger finger ready.
Just before they exited Samad’s mansion, Liberty spoke. “Wait. The office upstairs. The bricks you took out of that safe are peanuts compared to what he keeps locked in that room.”
Rocko stepped outside and looked around in paranoia. “Yo, we don’t got time for this shit, fam. Let’s get out of this mu’fucka.”
Liberty gripped Po’s neck and whispered, “Trust me. It’s worth your while.”
Po headed upstairs with Liberty in his arms without hesitation.
“Fuck! What’s with him and this bitch?” Rocko mumbled under his breath before following.
“Go right; it’s the last door at the very end of the hall,” Liberty instructed.
Po followed her lead and entered the room. Liberty climbed out of his arms and weakly headed toward the walk-in closet.
“Yo, Po! We don’t got time—”
Po put his hand to Rocko’s chest, cutting him off. “Five minutes, fam, and we out of here.” His eyes followed Liberty the entire time he spoke.
Liberty stopped in front of the large glass showcase that contained the urns and her eyes burned with tears. “I’m sorry no one could save you,” she whispered, acknowledging the forgotten souls in the urns, the women that Samad had made disappear before her. Po walked up behind her. “We’ve got to go, ma.”
“No one even knows that they’re dead. No one even cares,” Liberty stated.
Po’s eyes diverted to the showcase of urns. “What are you talking about, Liberty?”
“If you hadn’t come back, I would be inside one of these urns by the morning,” she said as a tear glided down her face.
Rocko shifted uncomfortably in his stance as Po’s eyes widened at Liberty’s revelation.
“Let’s go,” he insisted as he grabbed her arm.
“Wait. I’m not leaving here until I get what’s owed to me,” she said. “Move the display, please.”
Po looked at Rocko and nodded his head. Rocko hesitantly pushed the glass display aside, revealing the door that it concealed behind. Liberty had always known the door was there, but Samad had instilled so much fear inside of her that it was only in his death that she had the courage to open it.
She quickly opened the door and turned toward Rocko. “I think this was worth the risk, don’t you?”
Rocko and Po stepped into the large room and both their eyes widened in surprise. Greed filled them as they looked at the treasure to which Liberty had led them.
Liberty was right. There were more bricks of cocaine than they could count. They lay stacked neatly against the back wall. Bank bricks of plastic-wrapped money were piled on a steel table and an arsenal of automatic guns hung from the walls. They had hit the ghetto lottery. The value of what lay inside of this hidden room was more than what Po would have ever attained in his entire life.
“Damn,” Rocko whispered.
“I told you,” Liberty said with a smirk as she exited the room and headed back toward the office.
Rocko turned to Po. “Yo, shorty a keeper,” he said jokingly.
“Let’s bag this shit up and get out of here,” Po said before he went after Liberty. When he found her, Liberty was rifling through Samad’s desk drawers, her hands frantically searching until they landed on a black book. She handed it to Po.
“What’s this?” he asked, taking it in his hands and flipping through the pages.
“It’s his ledger. Every time he would conduct business, he would record it in this journal. Names, dates, locations, amounts. It’s all there,” Liberty informed him. “You can have it all. The drugs, the guns, the contacts. All I want is a portion of
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