Heist 2 Read Free

Ocean’s Eleven –style plan together. I’m chuckling now just thinking about how smooth I was during that time. Seducing Bobby Knight was supposed to be my biggest challenge, but shit, that was the easiest part of it, if you ask me. I had that nigga Bobby Knight wrapped around my finger in no time and everybody knew he could’ve had any bitch in Virginia if he wanted to; instead, he was eating out of the palm of my hand with the quickness.
    Bobby Knight wasn’t no slouch. I had really started to fall for him. He was a well-spoken, well-read, wealthy man that I could’ve gotten used to living with. Before I could really fall for Bobby, he was growing suspicious of me. He wasn’t no slouch when it came to picking up on clues and when it came to protecting his shit. So, when shit started to go south because of Satanya’s big-ass mouth, Bobby was on my ass like stink on shit. I remember him picking me up one night and taking me to a place where I thought for sure he was going to kill my ass. Even when I was scared shitless for my life, ride-or-die-ass Shannon Marshall was not giving up. Nope, instead of running and cowering, I called in the team I had wrangled up to rob Bobby and we got it on. I felt dreamy just thinking now about how it went down . . .

    â€œGet to the first room and grab everything you can. There is a truck outside behind the last room on the left. There is an exit. We need to be out of here in five minutes,” Bam yelled at me over the sound of small explosions erupting all around Bobby Knight’s mansion.
    â€œOkay, okay,” I wolfed out, putting the gun Bobby had given me a few minutes earlier into the back of my jeans. My chest was heaving in and out. I made a mad dash for the hallway as Bam went along door by door shooting off the locks and taking out the cameras. Although all of the power had been shut down, Bam didn’t want to take a chance that Bobby had a backup generator on those cameras. I really felt like a renegade bitch. I wasn’t leaving the fucking house without enough money to set me straight. The first room was filled with boxes. I tried to grab more than one but they were fucking heavy as hell. I started dragging one toward the door so I could get outside. Bam and the two dudes that were still alive grabbed boxes too. I couldn’t even think to ask where Black was. I just figured when I didn’t see him he was a casualty of war. “Wait!” I heard Bam scream out. He stopped and used a knife to strip off the tape on one of the boxes. Sure enough, the shit was filled with neatly rubber-banded stacks of cash. He wanted to make sure we weren’t wasting our fucking time.
    â€œGo!!!” Bam screamed and we raced outside toward the truck. I kept dragging my one box. As soon as we made it toward the front, more gunshots rang out. My legs buckled from the sound and fear gripped me, but I kept moving. Two more of Bam’s dudes dropped. Now it was just Bam and me. I was too fucking scared to cry or scream. I just kept ducking and running for the truck. I had a warrior mindset going on and I was going to get the fuck out of there alive. I had a baby boy to pick up and start a new life with. There was a dude in the driver seat of a black van. He got out and hoisted my box into the van. Bam was still struggling to get out with his boxes. The driver helped him and Bam turned around like he was going back in.
    â€œWhere are you going?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
    â€œYo, that ain’t enough,” Bam said greedily, and soon as he turned around, one last security guard was there. Bam and the guard both shot at each other at the same time and they both dropped. I saw Bam’s brains leaking onto the pavement and piss trickled from my bladder.
    â€œAhhhhh!” I screamed, jumping into the van. The sight of Bam’s brains was forever etched in my brain. The driver sped out and the van was swerving all over