Give me five minutes, he texted back.
Before he drove off in the Escalade, he placed the backpack on the empty leather passenger seat and laid his fully loaded AR-15 across his lap. As he crept along the obscure roadway, an R. Kelly track played over his Bose sound system. Moments later, he arrived at the Citgo. Usually, it was his ideal location to make a quick transaction. But this was a major play, so Jessie had the guy to trail him back over to the Dungeon. He knew that he was making a sketchy decision in bringing him to the Dungeon, but technically for all his customer knew, it could be some random location. By now, Nessa had activated the camera system and was sound asleep.
Jessie took the choppa and placed it on the floorboard and sat the work above it. Seeing that his customer was solo, …show more content…
“Shiiit bro… You,” the bald guy replied, closing the door behind himself, after he swiftly scanned the rear of the Escalade. And then he turned around, and bumped fists with Jessie. “You alright bruh?” Jessie asked, sensing a hint of apprehension.
“Yeah…yeah man. It’s darker than a muhfucka out here.”
“Hell yeah. All the streetlights done gave out. So man we gone cut straight to the chase,” Jessie advised him, not wanting to waste unnecessary time. “You got the check?”
“No doubt,” the bald guy replied, whipping out a sack full of several crisp hundred dollar bills tightly bundled and secured with multiple rubber bands and cash straps.
Jessie then presented a scale and money counter and first he placed the cash in the money counter to assure that every dollar of it was accounted for.
His customer’s cellphone rang. “This my baby Mama,” he told Jessie and quickly accepted it. Jessie could hear her shouting angrily but kept his focus on the loot. Suddenly a Zone One police cruiser crept by slowly, but he was unconcerned with it, because for years he had been doling out hundreds of thousands to keep them off his
Before he drove off in the Escalade, he placed the backpack on the empty leather passenger seat and laid his fully loaded AR-15 across his lap. As he crept along the obscure roadway, an R. Kelly track played over his Bose sound system. Moments later, he arrived at the Citgo. Usually, it was his ideal location to make a quick transaction. But this was a major play, so Jessie had the guy to trail him back over to the Dungeon. He knew that he was making a sketchy decision in bringing him to the Dungeon, but technically for all his customer knew, it could be some random location. By now, Nessa had activated the camera system and was sound asleep.
Jessie took the choppa and placed it on the floorboard and sat the work above it. Seeing that his customer was solo, …show more content…
“Shiiit bro… You,” the bald guy replied, closing the door behind himself, after he swiftly scanned the rear of the Escalade. And then he turned around, and bumped fists with Jessie. “You alright bruh?” Jessie asked, sensing a hint of apprehension.
“Yeah…yeah man. It’s darker than a muhfucka out here.”
“Hell yeah. All the streetlights done gave out. So man we gone cut straight to the chase,” Jessie advised him, not wanting to waste unnecessary time. “You got the check?”
“No doubt,” the bald guy replied, whipping out a sack full of several crisp hundred dollar bills tightly bundled and secured with multiple rubber bands and cash straps.
Jessie then presented a scale and money counter and first he placed the cash in the money counter to assure that every dollar of it was accounted for.
His customer’s cellphone rang. “This my baby Mama,” he told Jessie and quickly accepted it. Jessie could hear her shouting angrily but kept his focus on the loot. Suddenly a Zone One police cruiser crept by slowly, but he was unconcerned with it, because for years he had been doling out hundreds of thousands to keep them off his