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                                   |Recap|

"Casual it's Scooter. Listen-"

"I know. Something came up. You're in the middle of some shit and you want me to come by and bring a strap. I know."

"Yeah. That's correct. Come by as soon as possible."

"I'll be through there."

"But you still on the phone," he laughed "put some pep in yo step."

"Aye relax. I'm heading there now...damn."

City of Compton

"Look who finally decides to show up. I thought I was gon' have to get out there and find you. I'm surprised you wasn't in bed sleeping. I noticed that you called me from a payphone," Scooter laughed.

I took a seat and sighed. "Aye I could use some sleep after working long hours in a hot ass studio and on top of that, still trying to figure out who the hell ratted me out to LAPD. S0 I deserve some rest don't you think?"

"Yeah you look like you could use some rest," said Lucky.

"I was at a videoshoot all day then went to Boulevard 3."

"Aye you still worried about who ratted you out to LAPD? Who ever it was, they probably ratted us out too," Scooter added.

"It wasn't Tomica," I licked my lips "I have a gut feeling that it's Dre. And because of it, we're not on good terms at the moment."

"I suspect that bitch Tomica."

"We shouldn't have robbed that bank in the first place, Scooter. But aye shit happens," I smirked.

Lucky interrupted. "Aight let's not start. No one said that the gangster life was going to be easy. It's not a piece of cake or piece of pie. If you don't like it, I believe McDonald's is hiring cashiers and janitors."

"Whatever. So why did you call me over here Scooter? You're always in some shit," I spat.

He glanced at Lucky. "So are we still on for tonight?"

He nodded. "E I know we said that we was going to get out of this shit, but we're gonna have to break that promise. That's why Scooter told you to bring a strap."

"What's going on?" I asked.

"We're going to rob another bank, simple. California United Bank. Scooter is good at robbing and he knows exactly where the vault is located. He still owes Worm some money and we'll even pay you."

"So I see you're still going to get me involved with your debt situation huh? I thought I told you that I don't want to be mixed up in any of yo shit?"

"E just do this for me!" he yelled "it's not like I ask you to do shit for me all the time. And I have everything planned and outlined. Just trust me."

I rolled my eyes. "Aight. Let's hear it."

"We're going to rob California United Bank. I know some niggas who robbed that bank once before and walked away with fifty g's."

"Fifty thousand dollars? Damn," I muttered with my eyes closed.

"And there's no telling what we can take as long as we do this ninja style. Are you two listening?"

"Go ahead," said Lucky.

"The bank closes in three hours and on top of that, the guards will be gone. Yes, there are no guards at night so all we gotta do is pick the lock and walk right in... ninja style."

"And how are we gonna pick the lock Scooter?"

"I already have that figured out. I'm way ahead of you Eric. I bought a couple of lock picks from my cousin."

"I don't know," I sighed "this sounds a lil' too simple."

"Well nigga that's because it is simple. I just said that since the bank will be closed, there won't be any guards at night. All we gotta do is walk in, get the money, and walk out. Why does everything gotta be so difficult with you?"

"This is coming from a loud mouth nigga who shot someone at our last heist," I mumbled.

"Once again I'm way ahead of you. I'm all about stealth. Like I said, we're doing this ninja style. So I also got us a couple of LAPD uniforms to wear to make us not look suspicious."

"And since when are you the smart one?"

"Oh last but not least; I'm bringing an old friend of mine with us."

"Who?" Lucky questioned.

"Kevin. He lives next door. We need a getaway driver and of course, someone to cover us just in case things go sour."

"Wait," said Lucky "the only Kevin I know is Kevin Johnson. The seventeen year old kid that lives next door to you."

"Yeah that's him. Lucky don't start with ya baldheaded black ass. He's a good kid and he's really into this gangsta life. I've known him for years and he won't be a problem I swear."

"Okay but this isn't some video game this is the real deal. We're about to rob one of the biggest banks in L.A. and you're bringing a kid?"

"Eric you're the pot calling the kettle black. How old were you when you started this shit? How old were you when you started selling drugs? Exactly."

I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. This isn't even about me."

"Listen Eric. The kid is not even going to be inside the bank. He's our getaway driver so he's going to stay in the car until we're finished. That's it I promise. He's a great driver."

"Whatever Scooter whatever. But I have a bad vibe about this, this is not a good idea."

"Okay so the bank closes in three hours. That gives us enough time to change into our uniforms," said Lucky.

"All we gotta do is wait," Scooter smirked.

                                           -
California United Bank

"Looks like that's everything," Lucky muttered.

I have to admit, Scooter was way ahead of his game with this robbery. He gave us LAPD uniforms to make ourselves look like the police, he broke in using a lock pick, and disabled the surveillence cameras.

Looks like this robbery is going to end up being a clean job.

"Yeah everything. That's all we need, let's go before we get busted."

"Come on. Both of you dumbasses are chickenshit. There's no one else in here but us. We have all the time in the world, let's look for more hundids," he chuckled.

I scoffed. "See there you go being greedy and shit. We wiped them out and let's not forget, we have a kid waiting for us outside in the dark. Let's go."

"Kevin is fine," he trailed off "we only found one vault is this is a big bank. There's gotta be more vaults than that."

"Here you go," I mumbled.

"Scooter let's go man. We got what we need now let's go," Lucky pleaded.

"Baldheaded having ass," he laughed while looking around.

"Let's go!" I yelled.

"Not until we find the rest of this pretty ass money. I'm the one in debt, not y'all. And I'm not leaving until we find the rest of this shit."

I grabbed my duffle bag of stolen money and seconds later, we hear three gunshots.

"The hell was that?" Scooter spat.

"Damn. That shit was close too," said Lucky.

Out of nowhere, we see headlights heading towards us. The car parked in front of the door, and four armed niggas walked in.

"The fuck is this?"

I kept one hand on my gun and backed up. They can't see us since it's so dark in here but we can see them.

"Don't let them see us," Lucky whispered.

"Looks like someone was already here. But there's more than one vault so they couldn't have stolen everything," one of them, who I'm guessing is the leader, mumbled.

"Oh I knew that voice sounded familiar. That's fatass Suge Knight," Scooter laughed.

He pulled out his gun and walked towards them with me and Lucky on his tail.

"Suge fucking Knight. Welcome to California United Bank," he chuckled "what the fuck do you call yourself doing?"

"No the real question is, where's our fucking money?"

"Big bad Suge Knight. Look at all that... flesh hanging off of you. I mean you're just so... damn... round and red. You remind me of a freshly picked tomato."

"Scooter shut the hell up you big nosed bastard. Where's the money?"

"Ha! You're a little late Big Foot. We've stolen everything. You should've came faster, there's nothing left for you and your wannabe thug ass crew."

He clocked his gun. "Scooter you and your fake ass crew doesn't scare anybody. All I know is you better drop those bags and give us every dollar you stole."

"You must don't know anything about Kelly Park. You fake ass Bompton niggas doesn't put any fear in us and this is not your bank or your money last time I checked."

"Pussy nigga you thought. This is my bank and that's my money."

"Well hey if it was your bank I would've set the shit on fire after robbing it and stealing every hundid in the vault."

"All units a 10-31 reported at the California United Bank. I repeat, 10-31. Burglary in progress."

This night couldn't get any better because next thing we know, we hear police sirens heading our way.

Well, another robbery gone wrong thanks to Scooter.

"Someone called LAPD let's get the hell out of here," I whispered.

"Yeah and get lost fatass before the cops show up and arrest you for our crime!" he chuckled.

"Fuck!" Suge yelled. He shot at us but he missed.

"Kiss my ass!" Scooter yelled back.

Suge shot at us two more times before running away with his crew.

"Aight let's split up. This bank is huge so let's run out of here in different areas. I'll meet you outside."

"How are you going to save yourself when you get caught?" I laughed.

"Eye for an eye. Tooth for a tooth," he said with a straight face.

I slid my strap in my back pocket and ran towards the back of the bank. The cop uniforms didn't do us any justice but at least he tried.

[A/N: I'm back to my goofy self lmao so this scene is the "Say it again" scene from Next Friday lol the Pinky scene]

In the middle of running, someone comes out of nowhere and aims their gun at the side of my head.

"Don't move. I'll blow yo God damn head smooth off. Now back up, slowly. And don't say a word."

I held my hands up in defense while his glock is aimed directly at the side of my head and backed up.

"Aye man let me-"

"I said don't say a word!" he yelled "looks like a couple of niggas tried to rob me. Well I'ma show you how we do it at California United Bank nigga!"

"Let me-"

"Shut up! Before I bust a cap in yo ass. Now how much money did you steal?"

"Look let me-"

"Shut up!" he screamed "now who sent you nigga?"

I sighed. "Look no one-"

"Say another motherfucking word and this shit is over! And I ain't playing nigga!"

I just stood there the entire time with a straight face. Yet I'm confused. This is the dumbest nigga ever. Why would you ask me a question if you don't want me to answer you?

"Now," he muttered "I see you got a gun. But where the weed at?"

"I ain't got no-"

He lowered his gun. "Shut the fuck up... Didn't I say? Nigga, oh shit! Say it again! Say something else! Say something else nigga.. I'll tie yo monkey ass up."

He took a step back and tripped over his own foot. His gun fell out of his hand and that gave me the opportunity to grab it and aim it at him.

"What's up man? How you doing?" he slightly smiled while I aimed his own gun at him.

"Shut up!" I mocked.

"Come on man don't kill me. What you want? The money? Take the money man all of it. I don't care but don't shoot me. I have kids, a girlfriend, and a wife on the side."

"Shut up! Look, I was trying to tell yo ass that I only robbed yo bank to help out a friend. Trust me, I don't want or need yo money."

"O-okay you cool with me man. Just don't, don't shoot me please," he begged.

I dropped his gun and ran outside to meet the crew.

"Nigga you had me scared but I held my own," he mumbled on my way out.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! They fucking killed Kevin! They killed him!" Scooter yelled.

I took a look at our getaway car and there lay Kevin's dead body, with three bullet holes in his chest.

Which makes sense. Those were the three gunshots we heard.

"Who the fuck would do something like this?"

"Who do you think Scooter?" I spat.

Tears formed in his eyes. "God damnit Kevin! I gave you a gun for protection, why didn't you use it?!" he yelled.

"Scooter let's go. There's nothing we can do for him now. The cops will take care of Kevin."

"Shit," he spat "who the fuck would do something like this?"

                                           -
City of Compton

We arrived back at Scooter's home and he quickly grabbed his phone and put it on speaker.

"Yeah," the voice on the other end answered.

"Aye this is Scooter."

"How did the robbery go?"

"It's done."

"Aight did everything go smooth? I know how yo retarded ass is when it comes to robbing."

He's right.

"No! Everything did not go smooth."

"Why the hell not? What happened this time Scooter?"

"It's Kevin. He's dead," he spat.

"What? O-okay now what about the money? Did you wipe the bank out?"

"Done nigga it's done."

"Great. Don't forget to pay your crew twenty percent of what you stole. And come by tomorrow with my cut. Oh and forget about the kid. This city is dangerous and he was just a small price to pay. Don't sweat it."

"S-small price to pay?! The kid was seventeen and he was my friend you piece of shit!"

"Aye man don't fucking take it out on me okay? It was your idea to bring his ass. No one forced you to do it. Calm down, it's done. Shit happens right? Death is a part of life right?"

"Whatever," he spat before wiping a few tears.

"Look I'm sorry about the kid, I really am. Just be careful next time. The main thing is you got the money. Talk to you tomorrow."

"Yeah," he mumbled before hanging up.

"Aye Scooter I'm sorry too."

"The fuck you mean you're sorry?!"

"Relax. It was your fault. We begged you not to bring him. You did anyway, he died."

He scoffed. "Eric you too? You're going to jump on the bandwagon too? Well fuck you, fucking midget."

"Whatever fuck you. The truth hurts. No one forced him to go, you brought him. This was a risk and you took it."

"Go home Eric. Just go, get the hell out of my house."

"Aight," I mumbled "good luck with your debt."

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I'm back to normal guys 😝

Let's hope my rude side doesn't come out again 😇