Before The Money

❶

"Not too much of a big talka' na huh? Shouldn't ya boss have warned you before you showed ya'self up here?" - Raheem Caprio

Chapter One.

"Sure this the house Rek?" I asked through my bandana as we creeped up behind the house. He nodded .

"Yup."

"How much he paying to get rid of this nigga?" I asked , looking at the high railing .
"35Gs dawg." He said .

"Damn. Jett really don't want no new dealers around here fo'real." I said before jumping up, grabbing the rail . I pulled myself up , going over the balcony rail as Rek jumped up.

"Pops..Hell nah he dont." He whispered . I got my PSS silent pistol as he opened the window slowly , climbing in. I climbed in after him, walking around the house as we looked around. We eased around as I heard keyboard typing . I waved over my shoulder as Marek followed .

We stood by the door that was opened with the lights on as we heard him talking .
I nodded as Rek signaled for us to go in . We went in , making the man eyes go wide from surprise .

Our shots was fired , not a sound made . His blood splashed over all over his desk and papers . "Wonder if he got a safe." Rek said . He took off his bandana , pulling it with the bookcase behind the desk . A slot opening , revealing a safe .

"What smart bruklyn nigga ain't got a safe." I replied as he took out some stacks .
"Shit . He probably got 5 Gs himself right hea." He exclaimed. I got a duffle bag as we wiped out his stash , leaving out .

We stopped as we came face to face with a teenage girl before she screamed out making me pull my pistol back out . We started heading to the window while I still debated whether to pull the trigger .

"Come on nigga , let ha go." Marek implied as he jumped down from the balcony .
I tucked it back , going through the window as I jumped down .

"We need to get the hell out of here because you know she's gonna call 6-Up." I stated as we ran down the sidewalk . He turned the corner before we hopped in the whip we came in. It was an extra car just for when we had business so it doesn't have a tag number .

We got in , pulling off towards the warehouse . "Shiiitt." I dragged as I looked through the duffle bag . We did our handshake and laughed .

"We bout to have at least $8,000 just from this nigga." I smirked into my fist .

Raheem

I flickered my signal light as I glided past his car . In Chromium Plated Audis , we were on the way to Black Diamonds to handle some business . The bass of Wale Ambition vibrated my car as I sped through the tunnel with Marek right behind me .

I gritted my teeth before taking a sharp left into a abandoned parking lot . I turned off the car lights and music as I parked between the drawn lines . I adjusted the bandana on my face as Marek pulled up beside me . I tucked my Heckler & Koch Mk 23 Pistol in my waistband .

I swung my door open as my black timbs touch the pavement . I pulled my pants up a bit as I pressed the lock button inside the car to keep from any additional noise . I started walking up to the club as Marek was somewhere behind me.