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“We gotta open up a business or something to wash all this fucking money,” Pretty Boy said, raking his fingers across his short, dark hair. I looked at him without saying a word, then focused on the mountain of money in front of me.
Over half a million dollars in cash and the only thing I could see was that goddamn bank teller. I should have shot her ass. She could get us hemmed up.
There was no doubt in my mind she knew who I was. I saw the recognition in her eyes when she called me sir before I left. Only her ass could make the word sir sound like motherfucker.
The conversation between my brothers in the background was a muted sound compared to how loudly my thoughts were roaring. I should have killed her when I had the chance. She pissed me off anyway. And who the fuck was she to call our masks stupid? She had no idea who she was talking shit to.
The conversation in the background grew louder poking holes in my thoughts and it pissed me off. I slid to the edge of my chair and said, “Shut the fuck up!” Everyone’s voices fell silent as they looked at me. “Y’all motherfuckers focused on the right thing at the wrong time.” I looked at Pretty Boy and said, “We robbed the fucking bank yesterday. You think talking about opening a washing business is smart right now? We have six more banks to hit through the city. After that, we have to lay low for a long time before we make business moves. We can’t move this money until then.” I stood up and walked over to the pile of money, placing my hand on top. “We’ll get a new storehouse and put it there until it’s time to make moves. Until then, I don’t want to hear shit about plans for it.”
“Okay, King, goddamn. What has you on edge like that?” Sumo asked, lighting a blunt and handing it to me. Weed helped my overactive mind relax. I took a long pull from the blunt then passed it back to Sumo. Watching him hold the perfectly rolled Backwoods blunt in his huge hand looked like a giant holding a toothpick.
“Hey, make sure you don’t eat the fucking blunt with your big ass,” I warned. I couldn’t miss an opportunity to fuck with him. It was what we’d done since we were little.
“Fuck you. Bitch ass. Now what the fuck has your panties in a bunch?”
“Right,” Truck chimed in. “We need to run to the store and get you some tampons?”
“Probably,” Pretty Boy said, taking the blunt from Sumo. He eyed me for a moment then said, “He looks like he needs them super absorbent ones.”
They all laughed and I ignored them. My mind was on Jupiter the bank teller.
“Ha-ha hell,” I snapped, my anger resurfacing. “We might have a problem. That shit has me in my thoughts.” When the blunt came back around to me, I finished it, snuffing the roach in a nearby ashtray. Sumo rolled a few more blunts while I tried to figure out how to tell them I may have fucked up.
It wasn’t a good feeling even though we got away with the money. I was the best at what I did. Shit, IfoundedThe Legion of Kings. I had a formula and I stuck to it.
I didn’t hesitate to kill and I didn’t leave anyone alive that knew who we were. I did what I said when the fuck I said I was going to do it. I didn’t monologue or plot and brood. I shot first and asked questions later. That’s what I required of every man under me.
If a man wanted in our gang, he had to prove his heart was like ours. He had to shoot on sight. If he hesitated, we beat his ass until he couldn’t move. There was no warm and fuzzy welcome committee to get into the Kings. There was only violence and we were all some violent bastards. By choice.
“What’s up, King?” Pretty Boy asked, his tone serious. Damn, I’d slipped into my thoughts again. “What’s the problem?”
“The bank teller,” I finally admitted with a heavy sigh. Even though the weed was kicking in and relaxing my body, my mind was still on one hundred. “I think she knew who I was.” The silence was loud as fuck amongst us. I was beating myself up for not shooting her when I had the chance.
“The old one or the mouthy bitch?” Sumo quizzed. His eyelids were heavy and low.
“Mouth almighty,” I said.
“How you figure she knew who you were when she didn’t know you before?” Truck asked. I just stared at him without answering. We didn’t keep Truck around for his smarts. We kept him around because he was loyal and down to do whatever we needed him to do without question. He was a big motherfucker too with a hard head like a goddamn truck. Still, he didn’t come close to being as big as Sumo.
My right-hand man, my brother, the closest person to me. Sumo stood at six feet seven inches and clocked in at three-hundred pounds. People took one look at Sumo and went the other way. It wasn’t just his size that intimidated the fuck out of people but his demeanor.
Everyone could tell something was off in his head. That’s why I liked him though. I appreciated having someone just as crazy as me who had my back. Sumo was ready to die for me and I can honestly say, I’d return the favor.
“He went in to case the place, Truck,” Pretty Boy said, frowning. Pretty Boy was just that…a goddamn Pretty Ricky bastard that all the women dropped their panties for. He was light skin with hazel eyes and wavy black hair that he kept cut low in a Caesar. Motherfucker looked like he belonged in somebody’s magazine. He was one of the realest killers I’d ever seen though.
He also was a genius when it came to tech. If I needed to hack into security cameras, he made it happen. If I needed to wipe phones clean before selling them, he handled it. He hooked up our cars with tag-cloaking devices and tapped into the private police scanners. Pretty Boy was invaluable to the Kings even if he did look like he was about to drop an R&B album.
“Oh…right,” Truck gave a lazy smile and nodded. “So you told her your name and shit?”
“No, nigga. Why the hell would I do that? We had some words back and forth and the way she said something to me…it stuck out. She did it again when I was leaving after we hit the bank. Same inflection and everything and she stared right in my eyes like she knew.”
“We find her and kill her,” Sumo said nonchalantly.
“Have one of the lower-level Kings do it. We don’t need shit tracing back to us after the hit” Pretty Boy added. It all sounded good. Like a plan I’d construct myself, given the issue but something was bothering me. I couldn’t say it out loud because I knew my boys would think I was crazy but…
I didn’t want to kill the teller.
Not right away anyway.
