Sinner's Heist

"12

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ THE BACK PORCH door was suddenly pushed open as the guys entered the home. Gyro shut and locked all the locks to the door as the other two's steps trailed them down to the lower level basement. Latrell and Amos dropped the things out of their hands as it scattered over the concrete floors. Gyro joined them as he cut the light on,it starting to flicker due to short time span it had left of watts.

Since of their prior location, they traveled quickly to Gyro's spot considering it was the closest and they wanted to get out of sight as quick as possible. They'd made enough ruckus for one night.

Gyro yanked his shirt off his body as the blood that designed over it only took him into a dark reality. Amos paced the floors, accidentally kicking a stack of money as he did. Latrell sat with his arms covering his head as the wind outside began to pickup from the bad weather.

"What in the fuck was y'all thinking?" Amos spat, extending his hand out towards Gyro then turned it towards Latrell as well. Gyro was now in the bathroom, washing his face with a faded grey rag for any blood that may have splattered onto his face or neck. "Hello?" Amos yelled.

Gyro dropped the towel down into the sink and turned to walk out the bathroom as he met eyes with Amos. "Aye listen, it just happened. Okay?" Amos scoffed in disbelief. .

"It just happened?" He asked unconvinced but yet Gyro nodded. Amos tilted his head to Latrell who stayed in the same position as he had when getting down there. "Trell, fuck happened bro?"

Latrell propped his head up as he looked in the distance, not making eye contact. He blew out a breath from deep in his lungs as if he'd been holding it for a while. "I need a smoke." Amos shook his head, gripping his head in his hands as he threw it back and groaned in annoyance. Gyro handed a rolled blunt over to Latrell and he grabbed it between his fingers quickly, put it between his lips, and grabbed the spare lighter on the table.

Amos glared at the two. They seemed bothered but not enough as if they didn't understand what they had done and what consequences could be. "Motherfuckers are dead and y'all wanna smoke? Y'all fucked up. This is the exact shit we're not about." He fussed on and on.

"Well shit comes up and shit happens. It's done now, we just have to lay low with this. Aight?" Gyro reassured the best he could. He looked down at what they had collected and fell deep into his thoughts. "I'm not a murder." He mumbled. The two could hear, but the statement was more so to convince himself.

Amos finally sat next to Latrell, his elbows sitting firmly on top of his kneecaps as he leaned forward. Latrell looked in an angle where he could see his nose but watched as the smoke clouded from his lips and calmed him. "He just got mad, man. Damn near saw steam coming from his ears." Latrell mumbled, finally giving Amos some insight of what happened.

"Mad for what?" Amos asked curiously and glanced towards Gyro. A loud smack came from the coal, black gloves Gyro was sliding onto his hands, pulling it over his watch.  He popped the rubber bands off the money and begin counting one stack, mumbling the numbers to himself as the paper slid from his left hand to his right.

"He disrespected me, man. Something just went all through me and I..I shot him. He provoked it, but I didn't have to. But I did. I can't change that." Gyro explained, slumping his head farther down in regret as he continued his counting.

Amos leaned into the cushion of the couch and saw the blunt be put in front of him as Latrell held it, looking back at him while smoke blew downward from his mouth. Amos grabbed ahold of the drug and took a long pull from it, handing it back. Disrespect wasn't taken well by anybody so Amos tried to put understanding as a trait for this situation but a bad, gut feeling still stuck with him.