Gee took long pulls of some of Detroit’s finest dispensary kush, getting his mind right. His voice cracked as he tried to talk while he held the thick smoke in his lungs. “I’ma go in first and see who all up in here; then I’ma come get you. It should be just them two, but knowing this rah-rah bitch Leela, you never can tell. I just want to make sure.” As Gee exhaled the smoke, Stackz waved his hand back and forth, fanning skunky aroma. “All right now, don’t get in there and get all in your feelings over some pussy like T. L. said. We ain’t got all day. We got money to get, so speed this shit up,” Stackz said, looking out each truck window and in the rearview mirror. As he sat low in the passenger seat, Gee reached under the driver’s seat with the blunt hanging out of the side of his mouth. After grabbing his gun, he stuffed his 9 mm in the waistband of his jeans under his shirt. Stackz watched his little brother walk up on the porch and knock on the door. Little did Leela or Ava know, but if things didn’t play out right with Gee’s conversation, it wasn’t him, but death knocking on their door.
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