The Take
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“You heard me! You didn’t give me none of the money from Reese’s stash.”
“Are you serious?” Frog couldn’t believe his ears. This was his flesh and blood on the other side of the table and here he was being greedy. Frog had been nothing but loyal to his cousin, and this was how he was being repaid.
“Hell, yeah! I’m serious! I put my ass on the line to sell that work, so it’s only right I get more.”
Frog lost it. He smacked the money from the table, sending it flying around the kitchen. “Fuck this money! I’ll take all of this shit!” He pulled his gun from his waist and pointed it at Schemes.
A sly grin eased on Schemes’s face. “After all we have been through, this is what it comes down to?”
“Yeah, this is how it is! You’re a fucking snake, cuz!” Frog grimaced through clenched teeth.
“I’m a snake? I put you on money! Me!” Schemes patted his chest.
“I put work in, too! Don’t forget that!”
There was a knock at the door, but they were so caught up in the moment that they ignored it.
“Yeah, you’re right, Frog. You’re a rider! You definitely put that work in, but don’t forget I put this shit together for us. That quarter million we got in there is me! I put that together. My idea!” Schemes said.
Another knock.
Schemes looked toward the door in the front room.
“Now, get that gun outta my face!”
Frog didn’t budge. He kept the gun pointed at Schemes’s face. He kept his finger on the trigger, and, with the slightest amount of pressure, Schemes would be joining Smitty. Frog knew his cousin had a point. Schemes was responsible for putting together the plan to kidnap Kia, from which they came up with the quarter million. The paper that they got from Reese’s stash and the bounty money weren’t part of the plan; that was just icing on the cake. Ghost and everyone else were really convinced that Reese was behind the abduction. It was the perfect plan, and Schemes took pride in being the mastermind behind it all.
Frog knew Schemes was a problem, and his instincts told him to pull the trigger. He was a monster that needed to be killed.
Another knock.
Louder.
“FBI! Open the door! Donald, we know you are in there. We just want to ask you a few questions,” one of the agents shouted from the other side of the door.
The sound of the FBI made Frog and Schemes’s hearts sink. “Looks like we have some company,” Schemes said, happier than ever to hear the presence of the feds. He was anti-police. He hated them. But, right now, the knock at the door was like music to his ears. It might save his life.
Frog’s mind went blank. The feds were at the door. He felt like he was going to go to jail for a long time anyway, so how much could it hurt to get rid of Schemes? His mind was playing tricks on him, and he was on the verge of blacking out.
“So, what are you going to do? It looks like we have some company,” Schemes said with a sadistic smirk on his face. He showed no emotion, but, on the inside, he was scared to death because he knew Frog was a killer.
Frog gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the gun as he listened to the thoughts in his head: You can never trust a nigga named Schemes.