by Styles, T.
“Sixty thousand?” Styles repeated. “What’s your cut?”
“Twenty thousand,” Green Eyes answered quickly.
“Damn, that’s a lot,” Styles said with a smile.
“Fuck you,” Green Eyes said, returning his smile. “As much shit as you put me through, you owe me. I’ll text you the address in a few, and make sure you don’t rough me up too bad, baby.” Green Eyes winked as she walked off.
Styles watched her ass jiggle and switch as her heels stabbed the floor, until she stopped in front of the tall man with the braids. Even though Styles was married, he still didn’t want Green Eyes talking to other men. In his eyes, she belonged to him.
Styles sat back and watched how Green Eyes interacted with the tall guy. The more he watched, the angrier he became.
“You all right, man?” Abel asked, noticing the mean look on Styles’ face.
“I’m good,” Styles said, cracking a light smile. “I’ma need you to put in a little work tonight.”
“No problem,” Abel said, finally getting with the program. He figured since he had to go along anyway, he might as well get paid for it and use the money for something good. “As long as it’s a clean getaway, I’m down.”
Styles smiled. “It’s always a clean getaway when dealing with me. Like I told you earlier, jail is not an option,” Styles said as he kept his eyes on Green Eyes’ every move.
He watched as she seductively bent over in front of the tall man with braids and spread her ass cheeks open. Styles put his bottle back up to his lips, and only a drop came out. “Damn, I finished this shit already?” he said out loud then ordered another bottle of Grey Goose.
“Where your brother at?” Styles asked as he watched Green Eyes and the tall guy exit the club.
“He right over there.” Abel pointed to where Kane stood whispering in a stripper’s ear.
“Do me a favor,” Styles said as he read the text message that just came to his phone. “Let him know we rolling out in the next thirty minutes.”
He watched Abel walk over to get his brother. Styles looked over at Monica, who had a worried look on her face. “Here, have a drink and loosen up.”
“I am loose,” Monica replied, declining the drink. “I just don’t see a good ending coming from this.”
“I got everything under control.” Styles laughed. “You don’t trust me?”
“I don’t know you,” Monica replied as she kept a close eye on Abel.
“I understand,” Styles said with a smile. “The great thing about this is once this shit is over at the end of the week, we never have to see each other again—but until then, we work together as a team,” he said, holding out his hand.
“Deal,” Monica said as the two shook hands.
Once Kane and Abel returned to the bar, it was time to go.
“Damn, it’s time to leave already?” Kane huffed. “I was just about to have a stripper sandwich.”
“You’re disgusting.” Monica rolled her eyes as they all exited the club. Outside, Styles walked over to the van and removed all of his belongings. He walked over toward an all black Yukon truck and broke into it.
“Y’all niggas come on,” he said as he quickly started up the truck and peeled out of the parking lot.
As Styles drove, he received another text message.
WE’RE ALONE. LET’S GET THIS MONEY!
Styles smiled as he headed toward the address that Green Eyes had texted him. Twenty minutes later, Styles pulled up a block away from the place.
“Okay, y’all listen up,” Styles said, getting everyone’s attention. “You,” he said, looking at Monica. “I need you to get behind this wheel and keep this motherfucker running.”
Monica nodded her head as she hopped out of the back seat and hopped up in the driver seat. Styles, Abel, and Kane stood around the back of the truck.
“Everything is all set up already,” Styles said as he slid his mask over his face. “Me and you,” he said, looking at Abel, “we going to take care of this tall motherfucker. You—” Styles said, looking over at Kane. “There’s going to be a woman inside the house.” He paused. “She’s on our team. I need you to rough her up a little bit, but don’t hurt her. I repeat, do not hurt her. It’s all an act. She might try and resist a little, but just go with it, all right?”
“Damn, I heard you the first time.” Kane sucked his teeth. “You talking to me like I’m retarded or something,” he huffed as he slid his mask over his face.
When the trio reached the front door, Styles turned the door knob and saw that the front door was open just like Green Eyes said it would be. Styles eased his way inside the house, with his shotgun held in a two-handed grip. He heard movement coming from upstairs. He quietly led the way up the steps.
Once his foot hit the top of the steps, Styles couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Green Eyes was lying on the bed with her legs wide open, while the tall guy’s face was buried in between them.
“What the fuck is going on up in here?” Styles barked as he hit the tall guy across the face with his shotgun and then aimed it at the man’s head. “If you even breathe the wrong way, I’ma blow your motherfucking head off!” Styles growled, meaning every word. He couldn’t believe what his eyes just saw.
Abel quickly removed the roll of duct tape that he had in his pocket and tied the tall guy’s hands behind his back.
“Where’s the money at?” Styles asked.
“What money?” the tall guy asked, faking ignorance.
Styles removed the .38 from his waistband and fired a shot at the tall guy’s leg.
“AHHHH!” The tall guy yelled. He went to grab his leg, but he couldn’t because his hands were taped together. “It’s in the closet in the safe. The key is on the dresser.” He yelled out in pain.
“Hold him down,” Styles said as he went inside the closet looking for the safe.
Kane looked down at the tall guy and started laughing. When Green Eyes saw Kane start laughing, she made her move. She knew if she didn’t do something believable that the tall guy would automatically think she had set him up.
As soon as she was sure Kane wasn’t paying attention, Green Eyes jumped off the bed and landed on Kane’s back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, making it seem like she was trying to choke him. “Leave us alone!” Green Eyes repeated over and over again as she hung on to Kane’s neck.
“Bitch!” Kane snarled as he bent down and flung Green Eyes over his shoulder and down to the floor like a rag doll. He then hopped on top of the woman and began rearranging her face with his.45
Styles ran out of the closet to see what all the commotion was. When he saw Kane on top of Green Eyes, hitting her in her beautiful face with his gun, he snapped.
“What the fuck is you doing?” Styles yelled as he pushed Kane off of Green Eyes. He looked down and immediately felt sorry for Green Eyes when he saw the amount of pain she was in.
“I need a ambulance,” Green Eyes slurred through a mouth full of blood.
Styles grabbed Kane by his shirt and rushed him until his back hit the wall. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he huffed. He had Kane jacked up against the wall.
“Bitch tried to kill me!” Kane lied.
“Bullshit” Styles yelled as he jammed his .38 into Kane’s stomach.
“I swear,” Kane pleaded. “Ask him. He saw the whole thing,” he said, nodding toward Abel.
Styles quickly turned and looked at Abel. “What happened ?”
Abel looked at Kane, then back at Styles. “She tried to kill him,” he lied to save his brother’s life. “I saw the whole thing.”
“Fuck!” Styles cursed as he walked over and shot the tall guy in the head. He knew Kane was lying because Styles, Green Eyes, and Jimmy had been through the same routine over thirty times, and not once had Green Eyes done some shit like try to kill Jimmy.
Styles opened up the safe and quickly emptied the money into his bag. “Come on, let’s go,” he said as he lifted Gree
n Eyes up and carried her downstairs and out of the house.
“Get us to a hospital!” Styles ordered once everyone was back in the truck.
“What the fuck happened back there?” Monica asked as she cruised down the highway headed toward the hospital.
“Just drive,” Styles told her. He was pissed. He couldn’t believe he held Green Eyes in his arms, heading toward the hospital. On top of that, she was naked. This wasn’t how the plan was supposed to go.
Ten minutes later, Monica pulled up in front of the hospital. Styles quickly opened up his door, still wearing his mask. He laid Green Eyes’ naked body right there on the concrete. Random people who were standing around the entrance screamed and yelled for help as they watched the masked man laying the bloody naked woman on the ground.
Once Styles got back inside the truck, Monica quickly pulled off.
Laying Low
“Right here is good,” Styles said from the back seat. That was the only thing he had said since they had dropped Green Eyes off at the hospital.
Monica pulled over to the side of the road and placed the truck in park. “Now what?”
“Now we walk,” Styles said, finally removing the mask from his face. His house was only a few blocks away. “Make sure y’all get all y’all shit out of this truck,” he said as he walked straight up to Kane.
“Damn, you still stressing over that bitch?” Kane said with a “you can’t be serious” look on his face.
Styles sighed loudly before exploding in motion. He caught Kane in the jaw with a hard blow. “Motherfucker !” Styles growled. “I told you she was on our team!”
“Chill!” Abel said as he and Monica tried to get Styles up off of Kane. “That’s enough!”
After about three minutes Abel and Monica finally separated the two.
“I told you already,” Kane huffed. “The bitch tried to kill me.”
“Listen,” Styles began. “Don’t say shit else to me until we go our separate ways,” he said as he headed down the street.
“Where we headed?” Abel asked once he caught up with Styles.
“To my crib,” Styles answered as the rest of the crew got their stroll on.
They finally reached Styles’ house.
“What the fuck!” Kane huffed when he saw a police car parked in the driveway. “So you a motherfucking cop?”
“Fuck outta here,” Styles said, looking at Kane like he was crazy. “My wife is a cop,” he said as he stuck his key in the lock and unlocked the front door.
On the couch was a sexy, dark-skinned woman with a long, expensive-looking weave.
“Hey, daddy,” Lisa sang happily as she got up and slid into Styles’ arms. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to bring guests home?”
“Sorry, baby,” Styles apologized. “Shit got a little messed up, so I had to bring them here,” he told her. “Plus, these are the people that are going to help us pull off this job at the end of the week.”
“Where’s Jimmy?” Lisa asked. Just by the look on Styles’ face, she already knew what time it was. “Y’all hungry?” she asked, looking at her new guests.
“Yes, please, I’m starving,” Monica said with no shame in her game. She hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast.
“Make y’all selves at home,” Styles said as he went in the kitchen with Lisa. He handed her the duffle bag full of money as the two embraced in a long, sloppy kiss. “You don’t even wanna know what I had to go through to get that money,” Styles said.
“Just know it will all be over in a few days,” Lisa told him as she kissed him again.
Abel sat on the couch and saw luggage packed by the door. He figured that after the bank job, Styles and Lisa were going to leave town. “You all right?” he asked, looking over at Monica.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Monica replied. She was just ready for all this madness to be over so she could get back to her regular, normal life. She also didn’t like what the promise of money was doing to Abel. She could see the money already changing his decision-making.
“Y’all come eat,” Styles said as he made everyone’s plate. Once everybody was seated at the round table, they all began to eat.
“Did you go over the plan with them yet?” Lisa asked as she shoveled mac and cheese in her mouth.
“No, not yet,” Styles replied, biting into his chicken. “I will after we finish eating.” He wanted to make sure he had everyone’s attention when he did go over the plan. Styles’ whole life depended on this one plan, and he couldn’t afford no fuck-ups.
Once everyone was done eating, Styles led them down to the basement, where he pulled out the blueprint and layout of the bank. “Here’s the plan,” Styles began. “We got two people working for us on the inside, so they’ll be standing right next to the silent alarms when we hit the bank, which will be at 8:45 A.M. on the dot. So now we don’t have to worry about no alarms or no cops, we’ll only be inside the bank for five minutes,” he said, looking around the table at everyone.
“Our person on the inside will have the key to the vault.” Styles paused. “Inside the vault it should be two to three million.” He smiled. “All we have to do is go in there, get the money, then walk right back out the front door. A piece of cake.”
“You—” Styles said, looking over at Lisa. “All I need you to do is be posted up in your car about a block away. Once you see us leave the bank, I need you to quickly pull up and go inside the bank. Once they see you, the people inside the bank will think they’re safe. They won’t bother to call the cops because you’re there, giving us just enough time to get away,” Styles said with a smile. “No way this shit can go wrong.”
Styles knew his plan was a bulletproof one, and he couldn’t wait to pull it off. He and Jimmy had been pulling off jobs for years, just waiting for their big break, and now the time had finally come. Even though Jimmy was gone, Styles still planned on giving his half of the money to his family.
“That sound like a good-ass plan,” Kane said, rubbing his hands together greedily. His whole life he had been a fuck-up; now he was finally about to get paid, and he couldn’t wait.
“So what do you need us to do?” Abel asked.
Styles smiled. “Y’all have the easy job. You—” he said, looking over at Monica. “All I need you to do is be the driver. Can you handle that?”
“Yeah, I can handle that,” Monica replied.
“Good.” Styles smiled as he looked over at Abel. “Your job is to watch the door. Once we’re inside, I need you to tie the door shut until it’s time for us to leave.”
“I can handle that,” Abel said with a look in his eyes that said he was ready.
“And you—” Styles said, looking over at Kane. “All I need you to do is fill up as many duffle bags as you can with money in four minutes, while I hold the customers and employees down.”
“I got you,” Kane replied, visualizing how much money was going to be inside the bank.
“And don’t fuck nothing up,” Styles warned. “Because if you fuck something up this time, I’m going to kill you.”
“Man, ain’t nobody going to mess nothing up,” Kane said, waving him off. “I’m just trying to get paid like everybody else.”
“Let’s go get this money then,” Styles said as he and Kane shook hands. “I’m going upstairs to get some rest. We take the bank down in two days. Make y’all selves at home,” Styles said as he headed upstairs with Lisa.
Once Styles and Lisa were gone, Kane spoke. “Damn, we about to be paid,” he said excitedly. The look on Kane’s face said that he was excited about finally being able to have some money for once in his life. “I’m going to buy Mommy the biggest house.”
“Please just stick to the plan,” Abel said. “The plan is a perfect one. Don’t mess it up.”
“Oh, so that’s how you feel too?” Kane asked, feeling slightly offended.
“You been fucking up ever since you got out of jail,” Abel reminded him. “All I’m saying is don’t fuck
this up for all of us. It’s bad enough you already got us involved in this bullshit.”
“Don’t worry. l won’t fuck up your little perfect life,” Kane huffed as he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.
“Where you going?” Abel asked.
“Out!” Kane replied as he left.
Two minutes later, Styles came down to the basement. “Who just left?” he asked with a .38 in the palm of his hand.
Abel just shook his head. “Kane,” he answered.
“I swear your brother is going to make me kill him,” Styles huffed. “We supposed to be laying low until the bank job,” he fumed. If he didn’t need one extra man for the job, Styles would have definitely killed Kane and not even thought twice about it.
“I’m going back upstairs,” Styles said with anger in his voice. “Y’all all right?”
“We good,” Abel replied as he watched Styles exit the basement.
“Your brother is crazy,” Monica said out loud. “It’s hard to believe that you two are even brothers.”
“I know,” Abel said in deep thought. He had a funny feeling that somehow Kane was going to mess up the perfect plan. He hated to say it, but his brother belonged behind bars. Some people just weren’t ready to be out in society, and Kane was one of those people.
“What you over there thinking about?” Monica asked as she rested her legs across Abel’s lap.
“What you going to do with all this money?” Abel asked as he began to massage Monica’s feet.
“I don’t know.” Monica smiled. She had never even imagined having that much money in her lifetime. “I guess buy us a nice house. Then we can go get married in a nice place like Hawaii or somewhere.”
“Hawaii?” Abel repeated with a smile. “Now that I’m about to be rich, I’m not sure if I still want to get married.”
“Oh, really?” Monica said as she playfully kicked him. “I just can’t wait until this is all over, then we can finally not have to worry about nothing anymore,” she said. No more worrying about bills, no more living from check to check, and no more headaches. It would be just good times from now on, and Monica couldn’t wait.
