by Styles, T.
“No. He’s trying to kill me,” the woman said, looking around nervously. “He’s going to find me.”
“Nobody is going to find you, baby,” Kane said, moving closer toward the woman. This was the first naked woman he had seen in the past five years, and she had his rod standing at attention.
“Yo, what the fuck is going on out here?” Styles snapped, anger showing in his voice. “And who the fuck is this?” he asked, looking at the woman who had a sheet wrapped around her body.
“I don’t know,” Kane said. “I just found a bitch naked outside the door and told her to come in.”
“Motherfucker!” Styles growled, getting all up in Kane’s face. “We got over two hundred thousand dollars and a bag full of weapons in here and you invite a total stranger up in here?” he asked in disbelief.
“But she was naked,” Kane said, not understanding what the big deal was.
Styles sighed loudly. “Get her the fuck up outta here—now!”
“So you want to throw a naked woman—” Kane held on to the rest of his sentence when they heard another loud knock at the door.
Kane was getting ready to head to the door, but Styles quickly stopped him. “I’ll get it,” he said as he walked to the door and snatched it open. On the other side stood a Spanish man with long braids flowing down his back. He wore a wife beater and his arms were full of tattoos.
“What’s up?” Styles said, looking at the Spanish man.
“I believe some of my property might be in your room,” the Spanish man said in an even tone. He tried to peek inside the room as much as he could.
“I don’t have nothing in this room that belongs to you. I’m sorry,” Styles said politely as he went to close the door. The Spanish man quickly stuck his boot in the door before Styles could close it all the way.
“I don’t think you understand,” the Spanish man said calmly. “I’m not leaving without my property.”
“Yo,” Styles said. “Didn’t I just tell you ain’t no property up in here?” Just as Styles got ready to punch the Spanish man his face, the Spanish man quickly removed a 9 mm from behind his back.
“I ain’t leaving without my property!” he yelled as he shoved his way through the door.
Immediately Styles grabbed the gun and he and the Spanish man tussled and fought over the gun. Kane pulled out his .45, but didn’t pull the trigger because he didn’t have a clean shot. As the two men continued to fight over the gun, the gun went off by mistake—four times. POW! POW! POW! POW!
Seconds later Jimmy charged through the door. “Yo, what’s going on up in here?” he said just as a stray bullet pierced through his neck, dropping him instantly. Once Jimmy hit the floor, the naked woman and Monica started screaming.
“Fuck this,” Abel said as he hopped off the bed and jumped on the Spanish man’s back and put him in a sleeper hold. Within seconds Styles took the gun from the Spanish man’s hand.
“Don’t kill me, please,” the Spanish man begged. “All I wanted was my property,” he stated, panic all in his voice.
Styles didn’t say a word. He slowly raised his arm and fired two shots into the Spanish man’s head. Abel and Monica watched in horror as the life drained from Jimmy’s body onto the dirty carpet.
“This is bad,” Abel said over and over. He paced the room back and forth.
“Come help me get him out the doorway,” Styles said. He and Kane picked up Jimmy’s dead body and laid him on the bed. “Now help me get this Spanish nigga in the tub.”
Abel and Monica watched as Styles and Kane struggle with the Spanish man’s lifeless body.
“Nah, nah, I’m out,” Abel said as he stood to his feet. “Y’all just going to have to kill me.” Abel had seen enough. If they didn’t kill him or Monica, they were probably going to have to spend the rest of their lives in jail, and Abel wasn’t having that. “Get your shit, baby,” he said, looking over at Monica.
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” Styles said, removing the .38 from his waistband and pointing it at Abel. He didn’t want to shoot Abel, but if he had to, he definitely would—and he would not think twice about it.
“Do what you gotta do,” Abel snarled. His eyes had turned a cold, freezing, jet black. “I’ve already did everything you’ve asked of me.”
“Abel, chill. We all in this together now,” Kane said. He knew for sure that Styles would shoot him and not lose a bit of sleep over it.
Abel turned and looked at his brother. “Fuck you!” he said as he headed for the front door.
“Don’t do it!” Styles warned, still aiming the .38 at Abel.
“Fuck y’all,” Abel said as he grabbed the door knob and cracked the door open, only to quickly close it. “The cops are right outside!” he announced in a strong whisper.
Styles ran over to the window and peeked out. He saw two cop cars outside, four cops in total, all looking around with their flashlights. “Fuck!” he cursed as he reached down in his bag, removed his mask, and slid it on his face.
Kane quickly followed his lead. “Fuck that. I ain’t going back to jail,” he said as he tossed Abel a mask along with one of his .45s. Kane threw his mask on and picked up Jimmy’s M5.
“What about me?” Monica asked. “I don’t have a mask.”
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Police! Open up!” a voice on the other side of the door demanded.
Styles gripped his shotgun and stepped over in the corner of the room, where everyone else stood. “Answer it,” he whispered.
Monica swallowed hard as she walk over to the door.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“Police!”
“Yes?” Monica said as she cracked the door. Immediately the officers were shining their bright flashlights in her face.
“Ma’am, we got a call about a shooting around this area. You know anything about that?” the officer asked.
“Nah, I don’t know nothing about no shooting,” Monica replied, playing it cool.
“So you didn’t hear any shots?” the officer asked.
“Nah, I was in here sleep,” Monica said with a light chuckle.
The officer looked at her suspiciously. “So the gunshots didn’t wake you up? Are you in here alone?”
“No, I’m sorry, I sleep hard, and yes, I am in here alone,” Monica said politely.
“Mind if we come in and take a look around?” the officer asked, taking a step forward.
“Not unless you have a warrant,” Monica told him. She might not have been from the hood, but she knew the procedure.
The officer stared her down. He wanted so badly to push his way inside the room, but he knew if he did that and there was nothing inside the room, that would be his ass.
Just as the officers were about to leave, they heard a noise from inside the room. The naked woman sneezed from being wrapped up in only a sheet in the New York winter.
The officer looked at Monica with a serious look on his face. “I thought you said you were in there alone,” he said as he pulled his 9 mm from his holster and pushed his way inside the room.
As soon as he stepped foot in the room, he was looking down the barrel of Styles’ shotgun. Styles made eye contact with the officer from behind his mask as he pulled the trigger.
BOOOOOOM! The pellets from the shotgun blew the officer’s head clean off his shoulders, and a few pellets hit the officer that stood next to him. The other two officers quickly returned fire inside the room, not caring who they hit.
Kane ran toward the front door and with a sweep of his arm, he sprayed the two remaining cops with bullets, turning the motel room into a bloody mess.
“Come on! We gotta go!” Styles announced as he turned and aimed his shotgun at the naked woman.
“Please don’t. I have three kids at home,” she pleaded.
“Let her go,” Abel said from the sidelines. “She’s already been through enough.”
Styles pulled the trigger on the shotgun and watched the naked woman’s body
hit the floor then skid out into the doorway. “Let’s go,” Styles said as he grabbed the bag that was full of money and slid it over his shoulder.
“We going straight to jail.” Abel panicked as he and Monica hopped in the back of the stolen van. Kane slid in the front seat, and Styles quickly pulled away from the curb.
“Are you two out of your mind?” Abel yelled from the back seat. “We going to be wanted by every cop in the city by morning time.”
“Fuck was we supposed to do?” Kane asked. “Just let them take us to jail?”
“Don’t even waste your breath,” Monica said to Abel. She knew the two of them were nothing but heartless monsters, so trying to reason with them wouldn’t do any good.
“Where are we going now?” Abel asked.
Styles didn’t reply. Instead, he pulled over on an empty block and placed the van in park then calmly slid out and walked over to the side. Styles opened up the passenger door and roughly snatched Kane out of the van. Before Kane even got a chance to say anything, Styles had already punched him in his face. He got on top of Kane and punched him in his exposed face over and over again, until his arm got tired.
Abel and Monica slid out of the van. “Come on, that’s enough,” Abel said as they stood around watching Styles pound away on Kane.
“I’ve been working with Jimmy for eight years,” Styles growled as he punched Kane one more time. “And now just ’cause you wanted to let a naked woman in our room, my best friend is no longer here!” he huffed as he stood up and kicked Kane in his ribs. “You ain’t did nothing but fuck up since you got out.”
Once Styles stopped hitting on Kane, Abel quickly walked over. “Let’s go get a drink or something,” he suggested.
“I swear if it wasn’t for you . . .” Styles paused. “I would have been had him and your mother murdered.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that,” Abel said. He definitely knew how Styles felt because right about now, Abel was ready to kill his own brother. Not only did Kane get Abel caught up in his bullshit, he also had his mother caught up in the drama, all on his first day out of jail.
“You all right?” Monica asked, handing Kane a tissue. She didn’t like Kane, but she felt sorry for him after watching him get his ass whipped.
“The only reason I ain’t killed that bitch yet is ’cause of my mother,” Kane said through clenched teeth. The more he tasted his own blood, the more he wanted to murder Styles.
“You must have saved Snoop’s life while you was in jail,” Styles said as he walked back over toward Kane. “’Cause there’s no way he would have put a dumb ass like you down on the team with us. From here on out, just shut the fuck up and stay the fuck out my way!” Styles told him as he hopped back behind the wheel of the van.
In & Out
The rest of the ride was a completely silent one. Everyone seemed to be caught up in their own thoughts.
Abel sat in the back, while Monica slept on his chest. It had been a long day, and Abel was just happy that it was over—or at least he thought it was.
Styles pulled into the parking lot of the strip club.
“What are we doing here?” Abel asked, not understanding why they would go to a strip club when every cop in the city was looking for them.
Styles didn’t reply. He just dug in his duffle bag, counted out five thousand dollars, and handed it to Kane. “Here. Y’all two split that,” Styles said. “Might as well have some fun,” he said, digging into his bag again and removing four thick stacks from the bag. He stuffed them down into his pocket. “Come on.”
As soon as they entered the strip club, the bass beat immediately slapped them in the face as Gucci Mane pumped through the speakers. Styles made his way over to the bar, where he ordered a bottle of Grey Goose.
“So what’s the new plan?” Kane asked, not able to concentrate with all the naked women floating around.
“The plan is for you to have some fun,” Styles said, patting him on the back. “Go in one of them back rooms and get yourself together. Then maybe you’ll be a little more focused.”
“Yeah, I think that’s what I need,” Kane said, rubbing his hands together as he watched all the sexy strippers strut around.
Styles poured Kane a drink and handed it to him. “Go get right,” he said as he watched Kane walk into the crowd.
“What’s good? You don’t see nothing you like?” Styles asked Abel while Monica was standing right there.
“Nah, I’m good,” Abel said. “Besides, we could use the money,” he said, putting his half of the five thousand dollars in his pocket.
Styles shrugged his shoulders and took a swig from his bottle. He bobbed his head to the music, until a white woman walked up to him and hugged him tightly.
“What’s good, ma?” Styles said with a smile. In front of him stood the desk clerk from The Plaza Hotel.
“I’m happy y’all made it out of there alive,” Beverly said, accepting the drink that Styles had handed her.
“I appreciate what you did for me back there,” Styles whispered in Beverly’s ear. He handed her the stacks of money that he had stuffed in his pocket.
Beverly quickly slipped the money in her pocketbook and kissed Styles on the cheek. “See you around,” Beverly said with a wink as she left the club.
“I want to go home,” Monica said in a naggy, whining voice. She didn’t understand why she and Abel had to stay when they didn’t have anything to do with anything.
Monica walked over to Styles. “Why are you holding us hostage?” she asked.
“I don’t know what you talking about,” Styles replied, not even looking at Monica.
“Can me and Abel please go home? Please?” Monica begged. “I swear we won’t say shit to anybody about what happened.”
“I can’t do that,” Styles said, taking another swig from his bottle. “I have too much to lose,” he told her. “All y’all have to do is be cool and I’ll let y’all go . . . my word.”
“But at the rate we’re going, if we don’t get killed, then we’ll be spending the rest of our lives in jail, and I don’t think that’s fair.”
“Listen,” Styles said, turning to face Monica. “Thanks to Kane, I’m short a man for our big job at the end of the week, so I need y’all for that job. Once that’s over, y’all are free to go.”
“But what happens if something goes wrong on the job?” Abel asked, jumping into the conversation.
“Nothing is or can go wrong,” Styles said with a smile. “I got four people on the inside working with us to make sure everything goes according to plan, an escape route, and a backup escape route. Any other questions?” Styles smiled. “You think I would walk into a bank and just rob it and hope I get away?”
“Well, shit.” Abel chuckled. “You working with my brother, so ain’t no telling.”
Styles laughed loudly. “I didn’t and still don’t want to work with your brother. The problem is we needed another man for the job, and my man Snoop, who’s locked up, highly recommended your brother. . . . I don’t know why, but he did.”
“So you positive can’t nothing go wrong?” Abel asked, still not sure if he could believe or trust the man.
“Positive,” Styles told him. “And I’ll give you a piece of the action for your patience. That way y’all can leave and live good and never worry about coming back.”
Abel accepted the drink that Styles handed him, and then he really sat back and thought about his options. He really didn’t have any. It was either make a run for it and risk getting his mother murdered in the process, or he could just do this one job, get paid, and later on forget that this whole thing ever happened. “Fuck it. I’m down,” he said then shook hands with Styles.
Kane sat over in the cut, looking around as a stripper’s head bobbed up and down between his legs. “Damn, baby,” he groaned as he looked down and watched the stripper do her best to make him cum faster than a speeding bullet. Kane placed his hand on the back of the stripper’s head as he exploded.
“Damn!” Kane cursed as he handed the stripper two hundred-dollar bills. “You got a number?”
As the stripper wrote down her number, Kane looked over and saw Styles and Abel shaking hands. “What the fuck are they up to?” he said out loud to no one in particular.
“You better call me, too, daddy. I’m not playing,” the stripper said as she strutted off, her ass switching from side to side with each step she took.
“Fuck them niggas,” Kane huffed as he waved them off and continued to flirt with the strippers.
Styles took another swig from his bottle as he watched a sexy green-eyed stripper headed his way. “Damn,” he said under his breath.
“Hey, daddy,” the stripper named Green Eyes sang happily as she posted up in front of Styles.
“I hope you got some good news for me,” Styles said, openly looking over the sexy woman’s body. Styles and Green Eyes had been seeing each other for about two years off and on, but their relationship wouldn’t and couldn’t go to the next level because Styles was married.
“Actually, I do have some good news for you,” Green Eyes said, looking Styles in his eyes. The last time the two were together, they had an argument over Styles’ wife. She was still actually mad at him, but when it came to getting money, Green Eyes put her feeling to the side.
“What you got for me?” Styles asked, taking another swig from his sip. He could see the hurt look in the green eyes of the woman that stood before him, but he did his best to ignore it.
“You see that tall guy over there?” Green Eyes said, nodding her head to signal to Styles on which way to look.
“The tall guy with the braids?” Styles asked just to make sure they were talking about the same person.
“Yeah, him.”
“What’s the scoop?” Styles asked.
“I been chilling with him for the past couple of days at his house,” Green Eyes began. “And—”
“You fucked him?” Styles cut her off.
“No, I didn’t fuck him,” Green Eyes told him. “Now, like I was saying, I been hanging out with him for the past few days, and I know for sure he got about sixty thousand in cash in his house, and maybe even a few pounds of weed.”
