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all black cap matched the hundred dollar vintage T-shirt he was wearing.
    “Yeah, Thad was begging us to let him go.” He chuckled. “Look in the center console Tyce.”
    “Right here?” I looked down at the armrest between the front two seats.
    “Yep.” Peck grinned his confirmation.
    I popped open the leather lid underneath my elbow and smiled to myself once I saw what was inside. I reached in and pulled a wad of bills out. Sway continued to drive down the busy street; but he looked away from the road for a second to peep over at me.
                  “What’s this, gas money?” I snickered.
    “That’s the money Thad tried to buy his freedom with. He told us there was twenty five thousand in his freezer after we kicked his back door in. He begged us to take it and leave him alone.” Sway stopped my truck at a light.
    Peck sucked his teeth again. “Can you believe that shit? This muthafucka’s supposed to be famous and all he got is 25 stacks!”
    I jumped in the conversation. “Shit, he would have more than that if he didn’t blow it all on coke.” I started counting the money and when I got to five thou sand I stopped. “I’ll take five and you two can split up the 20.”
    Sway pulled off when the light turned green. “ Naw nigga, we even Steven on this. Matter fact you should get it all. Me and Peck already decided on that. Any money that comes from this nigga should go to you. You’re the one in pain right now and it might be because of his weak ass.” Sway looked at me.
    I lit my first cigarette of the day and cracked the window. The smoke snaked its way out to join the wind as I looked at the money sitting on my lap. The green bills contrasted with the black background of my jeans. I felt a sense of appreciation at the sincere thug gesture my crew was showing me.
    “ Naw, good lookin’ out, but ya’ll take 10 each. I gotta take care of my crew. I ain’t one of them greedy ass niggas.”
    I divided the rest of the stack evenly and put my five thousand dollars inside the glove compartment. I handed Sway his wages and passed Peck’s cut back to him. He was all too happy to get that dime.
    “Right on. Ay, after we kill this punk lunch is on me fellas.” Peck tucked the cash in the front pocket of his denim shorts.
    After a 30 minute ride to the industrial side of the city, we rolled up on our chained up prisoner at the empty junk yard. Just like Sway and Peck reported, he was anchored to the bumper of an old rusty Cadillac, cooking under the broiling sun like a rotisserie chicken. I got out of my truck and casually strolled up to him along with my partners in crime. We all stood there looking down at him as he looked up at us with a terrified look on his sweaty face. He strained against the metal cuffs around his wrists. They were firmly attached to the extra-long and heavy classic automobile. I knew it had been Sway who picked that car out of all the cars on the lot. He knew that old school rides like that were made to last and there was no way Thad could snatch it off and escape.
    I kicked his black dress shoe with my red Jordans. “Wasup bitch? You’re a long way from the studio huh? You look thirsty.”
    Peck chuckled as he pulled out his black mat finish gun and cocked it.
    “What the fuck is all this shit about?! I ain’t seen or heard from Angelique since she stole my money and my shit! I promise you that! I left that bitch alone man, I swear! I ain’t went to the police and told ‘em shit about what ya’ll did to me. I swear!”
    I cocked my head to the side. “We’re not here ‘cuz of that. We don’t hold grudges. I need to ask you some simple questions…that’s all.”
    Thad extended his leg in front of him and sat flat on his ass.
    “What q uestions?” He looked irritated.
    I put my hand up. “Hold on now. Before I ask you, I want you to think very carefully about how you answer me. I want you to tell the truth because your pathetic life depends on it. If I