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“What about Sin?” I questioned.

Reese ran his hand over his mouth. “Trust me, it ain’t nothing like that. I just wanna get to know you.”

I hesitated, biting into my lower lip. I’m not tryna be that girl.

“Okay, as just friends, though.”

Who am I kidding? I don’t think I can ever be friends with this man, but I appreciated him for playing along.

“Let’s get out of here then, friend,” he joked, raising from the chair.

Standing up, Reese pulled my chair out for me to stand. I may be making the biggest mistake of my life going out with Reese in public when my and Sin’s names are all over social media, but I just wanna enjoy myself. It’s been a long time since I let loose and had fun.

Chapter 17

Sincere ‘Sin’

“Nigga,I spend the whole night at the studio, and I’m tired as fuck. Why we got to do this shit in broad daylight? Let’s wait until tonight,” I ranted to Cruz, who sat in the passenger seat of my Aston Martin.

We were at the address Ronnie gave me. We planned on robbing this muthafucka, but I thought it would at least be dark when we did it. Cruz and I had done business with this nigga before. He brought fifteen pistols from us weeks ago, and the shit cost him around fifteen bands, so I know he got some money laying around. Besides, he had on a white gold necklace I’ve been eyeing for a while, so I’mma try to cop that shit.

“Man, he’s not at home. I’ve been scoping out this spot all night. He left this morning.”

“So, you don’t think somebody’s not gone notice two niggas in all-black walking up to the door?”

“Who?” Cruz questioned, searching around.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere, Sincere. Grow some nuts, nigga!”

“Man, fuck you.” I grabbed the ski mask from the back, handing him one.

“Hold up. You sure you wanna do this?”

“You know me. I’m a felon with nothing to lose, but you can lose everything, nigga,” Cruz boasted.

“I want that chain muthafucka. Let’s do this.”

We put the mask over our heads, then hopped out of the whip, holding a gun at our waist. Ducking low, we ran through the fence to the back. Cruz kicked at the screen with his feet to get inside while I held my gun up, ready to pop whoever stepped through the door.

It took a few tries, but he finally got it off the hinges. He went first, and I followed behind him. I had a bag on my shoulder to put stuff in, so when I saw something that I liked, I sat the bag on the floor to start grabbing.

“Find the necklace, man,” I whispered.

“Alright.” Cruz took off to the other side while I grabbed the PlayStation 5 from off the floor near the TV.

It wasn’t really shit to get downstairs. I was getting ready to go up when I saw Cruz running my way with a scared look in his eyes.

“Somebody’s here, man! I copped the necklace, though.” He put it into my hand.

“We gotta get the fuck out of here!” he barked.

I heard two shots from behind him. Shit got real for me when his body dropped to the floor. Instinct kicked in, so I took off toward the door.

“Shit! Shit!” I chanted, running as fast as I could to my car. I didn’t even check to see if somebody was following behind me. I just got in and sped away.

“FUCK!” I yelled, looking in my rearview.I got to get the fuck away from here, I thought, swerving into an alley to get off the main road.My nigga was gone because I wanted a fucking necklace.

I heard sirens in the distance as I hit it down another empty street. I had no idea where the fuck I was.