MENACE

PROLOGUE

"WHEN I DIE, FUCK IT, I WANNA GO TO HELL. 'CAUSE I'M A PIECE OF SHIT, IT AIN'T HARD TO FUCKIN' TELL." Clouds of smoke fogged up the inside of Tommy's 1998 BMW as they drove down King Ave on their way to their next lick. Plans of busting in that strip club had been constructed and waited to execute in Tommy's brain for a while. Ever since his hoe, Yana, let him know about the play, he's been thinking about how to get the money that was just sitting there and put it in his pockets.

Yana was a lil' hoe of his that he knew from around the way. Tommy watched her grow up from a petite, skinny fourteen year old girl to a sexy-ass slender seventeen year old. Shit, that age gap don't ever cross his mind, because he ain't ever done shit wit' her. Only a few smoking sessions and dick-sucking lessons. He ain't trippin' on hitting that yet because he already got a loyal jawn that'll keep his dick wet, back at home.

Yana just something to have fun wit'.

"Aye yo, nigga pass the blunt." Hop yelled out as Tommy turned the corner. Tommy took one more hit and enjoyed the smoke building up inside of him, and smiled as he let it back out. He took a quick glance back at Hop's fat ass that was waiting anxiously to get his lips on the well-rolled blunt that was resting in-between his grimy fingers.

Tommy didn't really fuck with Hop like that. He was the only big nigga that he knew that would be scared to punch a bitch once she disrespected him, or if she was in the way of getting his bag. Hop wasn't nothing but a big ass joke, but Tommy only kept him around because he was the only one that stayed wit' him since they was youngins'. But if he could, he'd get rid of Hop as quick as he would a bitch. But that black hole inside his chest stopped him from doing so. Hop knew how everything worked and if Tommy was to drop him from the circle, he'd have to pop him because the muthafucka' knew too much.

"Nigga don't fuckin' rush me. Ain't put shit in on this." Tommy muttered as he threw the lit blunt back at him as he pulled up to the strip club. Hop smacked his lips as he struggled to pick up the blunt with his chubby fingers, without being burnt.

Sincere licked his lips and tapped his fingers against the door handle anxiously as Hop and Tommy went back and forth over that small ass doobie of a blunt. He'd never seen two people argue as much as they did, and he'd only been around them for a good two months. Sincere linked up with Tommy when he got kicked out of college for smoking in the dorms. He was only three months away from graduating, and he'd been smoking all this time and as soon as it was time for him to walk, he gets busted.

He hated to go home to face his Grandma and tell her that he wouldn't be walking, but he had no other place to go. That was until he got in with Tommy, and went from staying with his Grandma to having his own lil crib on the nicer side of New York. It wasn't like Tommy shit, but it was better than what he was used to.

"Alright, y'all know what y'all supposed to do?"

Hop nodded his head as he concentrated hard on smoking the doobie without burning his lip. Sincere rubbed his left hand over his ceaser cut and dusted off his jacket with his right.

"Hop. You go past the first pole behind me and push any muthafucka that's in the way."

"Heard you."

"Sin, stay on the side of me and when we go upstairs, grab all the fuckin' money you can see!" Tommy nodded his head once Sincere nodded his.

Sincere's phone ringed off and he hurriedly answered it. "Yo,"

"Come in now,"

"One." Sincere hung up the phone and glanced over at Tommy who had already began stuffing his gun in his waistband.

"It was Ya." Tommy nodded to let Sincere know he was heard, and with that Sincere reached behind him to grab the gun from Hop.

Tommy told Yana to call Sincere's phone when it was time, just so if the police tracked his phone, they wouldn't see any phone calls. Since Sincere's record is clean, he knew for a fact that they wouldn't think to check his phone. For all the police know, they just think of Sincere as the one nigga that left and went to college.

"Let's get it. Granny need that bill paid." Sincere grumbled as he stuffed his gun in the inside pocket of his jacket.

"My bitch need some more Timbs," Tommy laughed as he pulled gloves on.

"I'm hungry as fuck, g. I just want a damn Big Mac. Aye, can we stop at Mickey D's after this?"

"Man, bring yo fat ass on! Just fucked up the whole mood." Tommy grumbled as he hopped out the car.

"Well shit y'all was saying what y'all needed done." Hop mumbled as he climbed out the car behind them, to catch up to the duo. "Don't you think Honey got enough shit already."

"Don't mention my bitch at all." Tommy scolded Hop as they walked towards the entrance of the strip club. "She'll get whatever want her to have."

Hop twisted his lip as they walked past the long line that was waiting outside in the cold. "I think a Big Mac is more important than some damn boots." He mumbled to himself as he patted his pocket to make sure his glock was still there.

Sincere chuckled and shook his head and patted Hop's back as the security at the front door made way for them to come inside.

"This shit gon be quick. We gon go in and out. Real smooth." Tommy mumbled to them as they walked inside the dimly lit club.

Real smooth.