“Get what I asked for?”

“You know I got it, why’d I come if I ain’t got it?”

“Let’s see it.”

I watch them open the bag from the corner of my bike shop while a guy has a gun to my head.

I don’t know how my bad luck had them breaking into my shop, but it’s just my luck.

I see the money, and then he turns to me.

“Alright, what do we do with this one?” he nods toward me.

He throws me a bundle and I feel the gun move away.

“You betta stay quiet, kid.”

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