Love & War

Young and Dumb

Kev: This about to be like taking candy from a baby. They looked around and didn't see anyone in sight Kev tucked his gun in his waist 

Monet pulled up right behind them and hopped in the car with them 

Monet: Who we hitting 

Dom: That rich nigga across the street 

Zac had just got out of the car and turned around slowly. Zac was giving them a show while he was acting like he was on the phone 

Monet: Awe fuck naw do y'all know who the fuck that is 

Dom & Kev: Hell no just look like your basic rich nigga to me 

Monet: You niggas both goofy if y'all from New York and don't know who that is

Dom: Tell us nigga 

Monet: You know what y'all on y'all own I want no parts and I value my fucking life. Before y'all do this shit ya'll better do your research.

Monet got out the car and slammed the door then sped off like he was never there 

Kev: He just fucking with us he probably just got cold feet 

Dom: Naw did you see the look on his face when the man turned around 

Kev: Look do you want to do this or not we need to make a fucking move now before people start showing up 

Dom: Nigga come on 

They waited until they got closer to the door to pull down their ski mask. they went around room to room looking for Zac

Zac was already prepared for them. His men told them they were making their move he informed them to stand back and let him handle them but they were ready to bust through the doors if needed 

Zac was sitting at his desk with his feet kicked up smoking on a cigar 

Zac counted down 3,2,1

They kicked in the door 

Don't fucking move 

You move a fucking muscle I will blow your fucking head off

Zac: Took you little niggas long enough and the only things moving is the smoke from my cigar

Kev: Through clenched teeth see I told your ass you were trailing to close to him 

They were so busy arguing they didn't see Zac grabbed his gun from out the drawer 

Dom: Shut the fuck up we can argue later 

Where is the fucking safe at 

Zac: This is an office why would it be a safe 

Dom: Don't fucking play in my face 

Kev look around for shit 

Kev: Why the fuck you saying my name shit  

Kev started looking behind pictures and in drawers for something 

Kev: Man ain't shit here 

Dom: Monet said he in the man in New York there has to be something else 

Kev: Then you look then 

Dom: Keep yo fucking eyes on him 

Kev held the gun in his hands and kept his eyes on Zac 

His palms were getting sweaty as Zac stared him down without even blinking 

Dom was fucking up the office and still came up with nothing