“f**k taking that broad so long to hit chu up,” Tiaz exclaimed, scratching his left palm.
The message alert went off on Threat’s cell and he glanced at the screen. “There she go.” He smiled once he read the text. “Alright, she left the front door unlocked. It’s show time.” He pulled on gloves and a neoprene mask over the lower half of his face. He then chambered a round into the head of his banger.
Tiaz slid on dark shades and tied a blue bandana over the lower half of his face. Once he slipped his hands into a pair of black leather gloves, he removed his banger from the center console. Together they hopped out of the car and hustled up the block, keeping a constant watch for police cruisers and potential snitches.
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Capone and Bleek sat on the sofa playing Madden. They ate from cart
