Chapter SixFlocka hauled ass out of The Drunken Monkey. He bent the corner at the end of the block and didn’t stop running until he reached his getaway car. As soon as he hopped in, he threw the duffle bag into the backseat, pulled the bandana down around his neck and fired up the vehicle. He busted a b***h, a U-turn, in the middle of the street going in the opposite direction. Hearing the police sirens nearby, he adjusted the rearview mirror and saw four police cars racing past the end of the block, where he’d turned the corner running. He then sighed with relief and lay back in his seat. He cruised through the residential street until he found a gutter where he could ditch the AK-47 he’d used in the kick door, the robbery. As soon as he spotted one, he hopped out of the getaway car with
