Chapter Ten
The Next Day
“This should be quick,” Tiaz said, buttoning up the shirt of a janitor’s uniform. He was in the back of the stolen van getting dressed. “But if I’m not back in twenty minutes, you get the f**k from up outta here, you hear me?”
“No.” She told him, sitting behind the wheel.
“What?” His face scrunched up.
“I’m not leaving you here. We’re a team. When you’re done I’ll be right out here waiting on you.”
“Alright then.” Tiaz cracked a grin, happy to have a down ass b***h riding shotgun with him. He smacked a cap on his head and adjusted it at the brim and the back. He pulled out his gun and checked its magazine for a fully loaded clip. Satisfied, he smacked that ho back in and racked it. Brand new strap, for a brand new murder. He tucked his head bussa in the front
