"I popped two."
"I told you not to open 'em!"
"Why'd you have me and my niggas steal 'em if we can't have a couple?"
"I swear whatever's missing I'm getting reimbursed for. I knew I shouldn't have paid yall until after the robbery."
"Don’t be like that, Archie."
"Give me my pills back!"
The robber laughed. "Yes, sir. Tonight. Text me where you want us to meet you."
"I hope yall ain't out partying. I think my girl is out looking for yall. Yall better be laying low."
"We ain't scared of no bitch."
"Call her a bitch again and I'll cut your throat."
The robber laughed again, then hung up and stuffed his phone back in his pocket. His hand lingered in there for a couple seconds longer—his fingers were searching—and when he pulled his hand back out he had a purple pill in his palm. He popped it in his mouth and swallowed.
"Hustling just to make a way/ each and every day I pray, that I make it out this gaaaame!" he sang on his way out of the bathroom.
My heart was still racing after he left. Before I could even get my thoughts together my phone made a buzzing sound. I checked it and saw that I had a new text message—from a number I had saved as "BAE." That was Archie.
BAE: I won't be here when you get back. I gotta go meet up with somebody. I hope you're not still out looking for those niggas. What happened should have been a wake-up call. You're always talking about signs from above. I think what happened is a sign that you should stop trying to rush that music. Put it on hold for a minute and let's work on us. Love you. I hope you're there when I get back home.
Oh, I will be, I thought. Damn right I will be. I cocked my .380, which slid a hot bullet in the chamber, then I tucked it back in my pants and covered it up with my hoodie. I left the club in a hurry.
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