BANK ON IT- a White Collar Crime Novella by Brandon Hepburn

Author:Brandon Hepburn [Hepburn, Brandon]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: United States, Urban, African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00JVBM502
Publisher: CURRENCY EXCHANGE ENTERTAINMENT, LLC
Published: 2014-04-22T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

M1

I was in Cloverleaf in one of my l’il honeycombs I used to put dat sac(drugs to be sold) on da block. I been sitting here watchin’ dis muhfuckin’ video and I still can’t believe da shit I’m seein’. Eitha dis nigga must be death struck or he got to be da dumbest nigga in all civilization. At first, I though my mind was playin’ tricks on me, maybe I had too much going on and I was slippin’. But two weeks ago, I hit da Spy Shop and got me a l’il somethin’ just in case. Now I had all da evidence a nigga needed.

“Hey Goon,” I called in to da walkie talkie watch I was wearin’. Everyone was out and about in da trap.

“What up, One?” he hit back.

“Hey, snatch up Chaunce and y’all come holla at me.”

“Fa sho!”

Ten minutes later

“What dey do, bossman,” greeted Chaunce.

“Y’all niggas sit down. I wanna show y’all somethin’. I’m showin’ y’all dis cause ova da last couple week y’all reassured me dat y’all was G-code. Y’all been wit’ a nigga da longest, but you neva know, but I see y’all one hundred so peep dis shit.”

They looked at each other, confused and curious.

“Man, you a nig…” Chaunce started, but I cut it off wit’ my hand.

“Remember, I told y’all a couple weeks ago dat dis apartment looked too plain, dat it look like somethin’ going on in here. I told y’all I was finna jazz it up a l’il bit.”

“Yeah. Then you went and bought them pictures and plants. It do look like a bitch live here,” responded Goon.

“Y’all see dat picture right dere? Da big one wit’ da African people on it?” I asked.

Dey both looked up and nodded.

“Well, my nigga, dat ain’t no picture. Well, it is a picture, but da frame is a camera.”

I looked at them. I could see da wheels turnin’ in their head. They both know they ain’t do nothin’ wrong, but they knew somebody fucked up.

“Y’all see dat smoke detector in da kitchen? I took da real one out and replaced it wit’ a camera too.”

Both of their mouths dropped.

“Close ya mouths for somethin’ fly in it.” I hit play on da video. Y’all check dis shit out.”

As we sat back and watched da footage their expressions went from surprised, to confused, and then angry.

“Dat pus-ass nigga,” cried out Chaunce.

“You want me to handle dat nigga?” questioned Goon. “Man, why you ain’t been tell us so we coulda been split his whole kool aid pack?”

“I had to make sure y’all wasn’t part of da play. Dat’s why I said I know y’all loyal. Y’all are on da video just as much as him, just different shifts. Now we gonna handle dat together, feel me?”

“Fo sho, my nigga,” Goon backed up.

“Damn skippy,” Chaunce added.

$ $ $ $

“Hey you boy, ain’t no use for all that gruntin’ and cryin’. Dat shit ain’t gonna save you, nigga,” I assured Taterhead.

We were on da way up I-75 headed towards Naples where it turned into Alligator Alley.

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