Chapter Thirteen
“Alright, I’m finna come out now.” Lil’ Stan disconnected the call and stashed it into his jeans pocket. He mashed out his blunt in the glass ashtray and stuck it behind his ear. He snatched up the duffle bag and headed for the door. The bag’s content was all of the money from his boss’s traps and illegal businesses. Earlier that day, he was sent to gather up all of his scratch and sit on it until he came to retrieve it. The thought of running off with all of that money came to mind several times for the young hood. He could do a lot with what he was toting, but the theft wouldn’t be worth all of the heat that would come behind him from stealing from Don Juan. Having made up his mind to play it fair, he picked up all of the money and sat on it until it was time for the pi
