Chapter Sixteen
“Man, ain’t no telling when this fool gone make another stop.” A stud dressed in all black said from the backseat of a white Honda Accord. A sawed-off double barrel shotgun was grasped in her meaty palm. “I told y’all we should have got out and sprayed him at the light a ways back.”
“Nah, f**k that,” A light skinned fellow wearing a beanie and trench coat said. “This mothafucka is only worth fifty racks stiff, and a hundred alive. I want him breathing if possible.”
A slim dude in a baseball cap and shades tapped a small vial of cocaine out onto his fist and snorted. He batted his eyes and turned to Beanie with a flaring red nose, wiping it with the sleeve of his jacket. “A hundred big ones, huh? s**t, I would have sung this baby a lullaby for five grand.”
“Well, let’s s
