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punk! If he was so thorough why the fuck he flip on your cousin like that and help his bitch set her up for murder?”
    Khalil grabbed a towel off the bench and rubbed his sweaty forehead.
    “Don’t mistake caution for fear. I ain’t ten years in the game cuz I’m reckless. You gotta be careful when you jump in the middle of a love triangle. Everything ain’t what it seems Ro. Don’t forget, we talkin’ ‘bout the muthafucka that killed Armando and put Diego in prison. He’s the reason why we runnin’ shit right now. In this business you gotta have allies. So I gotta really be sure I gotta kill that nigga before I do it. I need to holla at Dallas.”
    Roman scratched his beard with the palm of his hand. “Blood is thicker than water, lover triangle or not. She’s your cousin.”
    Khalil looked off in the distance. “Jus’ be cool for now.”
    “If that was my cousin I’d cut that muthafucka’s head off, wrap it up in Christmas wrappin’ paper, put a bow on it and hand it to her. But that’s jus’ how I get down.”
    Khalil looked his lieutenant in the eye, “You still might get a chance to decapitate that nigga, but like I said, be cool. I’ll handle it.”
                  Roman sucked his gapped teeth with dissatisfaction. He hated being handcuffed. He hadn’t shot anybody in over a month and was starting to get restless. Tyce Adkins was one helluva trophy to add to his hunting collection. He knew he would get mad respect for gunning that infamous nigga down and maybe, just maybe, Dallas would thank him with a little gratitude pussy to show her appreciation.

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    “What’s the final count on the truck?” I lit up my second cigarette of the hour.
    “They pick up all night and by six a.m. they should have a little over three million.” Sway confidently stroked the light facial hair on his russet cheeks.
    We were sitting on his back patio watching Sunday night football as we went over the details of the armored truck heist. Ranae was in the kitchen fixing dinner while the kids played hide and seek in the spacious house.
    I scratched my head. “That’s a lot of money for a three guard detail.”
    Sway smiled. “That’s what I thought at first, but check their logic. They figure they’ll draw attention to themselves if they load up heavy on security. People might wanna find out what they’re really carrying. So the regular three guard routine seems normal even though the load ain’t.” That time I grinned. “So they’re trying to fly under the radar and move three million in cash without anybody payin’ them unwanted attention?” I relaxed under the shade of the awning.
    “Yep.” Sway clapped his big hands together.
    “How’d you find out about it?” I knew the answer already, but I just wanted to hear it again.
    “Man you know I always wanted to rob an armored truck. It’s like a fantasy of mine. I’ve been doin’ my research.”
    I cocked my head to the side. “See most niggas fantasize about winning the lottery or fucking Halle Berry, but naw, yo ass dreamin’ about jacking a money truck.”
    Sway threw the football he was holding at me from acros s the table. I caught it easily and then he tossed me a question.
    “You ain ’t never thought about takin’ down an armored truck?” He stared at me as he waited for my answer.
    I had to be honest. “Shit, hell y eah, every single time I walk near one!”
    We both shared a laugh at our similar thinking when it came to committing crimes. Sway and I were different, but alike in so many ways.
    “Ay , look man, don’t talk to Angelique about any of this. Keep it between the crew. I’m issuing a gag order around this muthafucka.” I spun the ball in my hands as Sway shot me a puzzled look.
    “Is s he cool? I mean everything’s a’ight right?”
    “Everything’s fine man. I jus’ wanna keep things tight that’s all.”
    I had just told a bold faced lie. The truth was that everything was