LOOT (PART 1)

"Get on your knees!" Von and D'Kiyah yelled simultaneously. They were blowing through trap house to trap house, stealing money and drugs no matter the consequence.

"Gimme the loot!" D'Kiyah demanded, tossing the duffle bag at one of the men and hissing for his boy to shut up and get down.

"What the fuck!" one of the men said, yelling so loud he was drooling from the mouth like a pit bull. "Do you know who the fuck I am?"

Von shook his head and kicked the man square in the mouth. The man's head snapped back, and he bounced to the floor before coming to a rest. Von and D'Kiyah moved about the room like a winter breeze, collecting the money and drugs. They left no stone unturned.

Two Weeks Later...

"Man, word on the street your cuz Von and that broad D'Kiyah got some kind of Bonnie and Clyde thing going on. I'm talkin' 'bout some real grime shit, you feel me? They kickin' in trap house doors, stealing drug money and everything. I mean, naked bitches runnin' out that muthafucka, and some mo'."

"Fuck that nigga. I get discharged in a few days. You comin'?" A'Marionn responded with a rasp in his voice, as if smokin' on a blunt. He completely ignored Carter's rant. The IV in his arm was irritating. He felt a tug in his veins. His entire body was extremely sore from the shooting.

"I been in here two muthafuckin' weeks. Two weeks, ma nigga, and that man ain't come see 'bout me not once. 'Round here chasin' pussy like some mutt. I'm sick to ma stomach at the mention of that bitch name too. How you know anyway, Blood? I hope his name ain't being soiled in the streets on account of hearsay, ma nigga. I have high hopes that niggas just runnin' they mouth. Cuz if he is truly runnin' behind this ho, breakin' bread and shit, then fuck it. He deserved that shit. No investigation needed. The truth always reveals itself."

"How that happen?"

A'Marionn shook his head. His thoughts ran wild as he thought about the incident between himself and D'Kiyah. He saved himself by runnin' from that pussy. Her shit was more poison than a muthafucka. Von had better learn how to swim toward the exit. Pussy will get a nigga killed, fast.

Main reason, he couldn't fuck with D'Kiyah on some ole boyfriend-and-girlfriend-type shit. He couldn't deny he felt some type of way. A'Marionn was careful in his choice of words for worry his feelings would breathe life if expelled to the air. Plus, he was surrounded by some unknown niggas he knew in his heart would kill to take his place at any given moment. A'Marionn smiled through the pain, then grimaced as he tried to sit up a bit. He went in search of his call button.

"Hey, I need somethin'," A'Marionn snapped. He was in so much pain he was afraid he would break down in front of the pack of wolves that stood in front of him, crying like a damn baby. He was lucky. The bullets hadn't hit any major arteries, and the one that hit his belly was through and through.

The bullet wound just below his clavicle bone was lodged in a very sensitive area. Doctors couldn't be certain, but their hope was that the bullet wouldn't travel, causing more issue to come about. A'Marionn couldn't worry about that for too long. He was just happy he could feel his legs and could walk. He was mad at himself for going against his own code. It was his own damn fault, really. He was in the predicament he was in because he didn't follow the rules of engagement. He was fuckin' with too many niggas. Should have just stuck to his solo game. He was making money, but greed begets greed, and the money was calling. He couldn't just stand there and watch the next man get it.

Carter canvassed the area as he usually did when he was certain there was a traitor about. He stared each man down from the corner of his eye as he held his hand under his chin, speculating. A'Marionn needed to take a few pills and get the fuck out of Dodge. There was work to be done, and the longer he sat in bed trippin' off a few gunshot wounds, the more money he would lose. Hell, D'Kiyah and Von were on a major come up. He was Von's boy all day.

He couldn't stand that he was allowing some bitch to dictate his next moves. One thing A'Marionn was right about was that pussy will damn sure get a nigga killed.

Carter stood in the corner of the room and watched as the nurse came in to give A'Marionn his routine meds. He knew he would be out like a light in a matter of minutes. His job as handler and bodyguard would be to clear the room so the man could get some rest. He was happy to put the bug in A'Marionn's ear about the happenings on the streets. A'Marionn needed to get his head back in the game. He worried about Von. It was evident the bitch had to go. D'Kiyah was playing that man like a fiddle.

If Von wasn't careful, he was going to end up dead one of two ways: by the pussy or by Karma. Von never took to robbin' the next man for drugs and money. The licks were a high school pastime. As adults, he got his drugs from suppliers and sold it legitimately. Only ass whoopin's handed out were those to fools who didn't pay on time, or buster-ass niggas snitchin' about the establishment.

Carter excused the men from the room so he could have a quick word with A'Marionn before he dozed off. He was serious in his inquiries and had plans of his own but wanted to talk to A'Marionn to get his take on the situation as well. He grew up with both A'Marionn and Von, but he ran the streets with Von. His loyalties were in between. He had both their best interests at heart. It was a must that D'Kiyah be dealt with. The question was how and who was going to carry it out.

Carter stepped to the edge of A'Marionn's bed and looked down at him with a look of doom and concern. "Man, I don't want to bother you about this shit, but we need to make a move on this D'Kiyah and Von shit."

"What would you suggest I do about the situation? I'm not presently in a position to make many moves, Carter. You know me. I'm not gonna kiss nobody ass. If he feel like D'Kiyah is the one for him, then fine."

A'Marionn was burning with anger, trying hard to make light of it. He couldn't believe how trifling D'Kiyah's ass was. Hell, he couldn't believe he was lying in a hospital bed-shot.

"The man obviously feels some type of way about me. He hasn't come to see about me. This shit is for the birds. I want that bitch's head, real talk." A'Marionn could feel his eyes getting heavy. "I want out of here, though, you right about that. It's time to get out of here. Shit."

A'Marionn was fast asleep in less than a minute. His voice trailed off, and Carter's mind began to wander.

"Yeah, I got you, brah. You will be out of here in no time."