Money & Love Don't Mix by Ace Gucciano Read Free Book Online Page A

came wit da’ strap…Since ain’t nuthin’ wrong, den why da’ hell y’all over here so early?” Maniac inquired while pacing the living room floor…Suddenly, before either of them could say anything Maniac shut his front door quietly “Ssssh!” He went, holdin his left index finger to his lips signaling Dre and Smoke to be quiet as he looked out the window at the Altima that had just pulled up. As the two Hispanics made their way inside carrying two duffel bags each, “Damn I’m slippin'…I ‘pose to be laying y’all ass down right now!” Maniac said in a low voice.
                  Although he meant to utter his words as low as he could, Dre and Smoke both heard exactly what he said, and from the horrible look he showed they knew he was for real.
                  “Check dis out homeboy.” Said Dre, putting his hand on Maniac’s shoulder to get his attention.
                  “What!?” Maniac yelled, turning around to see what Dre wanted, feeling like it they still didn’t wanna hit the lick with him then it wasn’t a reason for them to even be in his presence, let alone his living room.
                  “Look we got to come together and get out boy Slick out dat cage homeboy. So whatever you plan on doin' to dem Migo’s ova dere make it happen homie.”
                  Maniac went from a frown to smiling from ear to ear instantly.
                  “Ha! What made y’all boys change y’all mind, tired of nickel and diming and not going huh?” he asked.
                  Not wanting to tell him the truth, that Slick had told them he fucked with them a lot harder than Maniac.
                  So Smoke just told him what he thought he wanted to hear.
                  “Yeah dawg! Dat shit getting old, and da way da system set up now a nigga will get mo’ time fo’ sellin' dope that murder. It’s time to switch it up a lil, you know, find a new hustle…can’t be on da’ block fo’ eva!”
                  “Time to find a new hustle…I hope it ain’t hittin’ licks, cause y’all niggaz ain’t bout dat life, plus y’all too fuckin' scary!”
                  Smoke got offended and stated, “Damn right I’m scary dawg! Shit last time we went to lay a nigga down I ain’t make it back home till seven years later fool! And yo’ ass shouldn’t still be out here tryna lay muhfuckas down. A stack here and there, ain’t doin' shit but creating a nigga mo’ and mo enemies, and yo’ ass prolly can’t even remember half da niggaz  you laid down, but I bet they'll notice you from a mile away.”
                  “Fuck dat shit cuzzo I got to eat, and I’m gonna eat, by any means. But what you tryna say?”
                  “I’m sayin’, fuck all dem petty licks let’s hit dis one big lick on dem migos, get Slick a lawyer to get em’ a bond, and once we get em’ outta jail, we can get on dem white collar crimes. Muhfuckas don’t get too much time fo’ dat shit.”
                  Maniac listened to every word Smoke uttered, laughing to himself on the inside the moment he felt him and Slick’s plan to get Dre and Smoke to rob the two Hispanics with him coming together, he then replied.
                  “A’ight that’s a bet, I’m feelin’ dat… now since we’re all on da’ same mission, lemme tell y’all how it’s boutta go down.”
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                  A month later, Trouble was in his room playing Madden 25 on his PlayStation when his mother barged in his room, “I’m sick of you sittin’ up in dis room, playin dat fuckin' game all day like you ain’t got shit else to do!” she screamed as she slapped the controller out of his hand. He felt she was ready to swing as him, from all the emotion she was showing. “You’ve been home going on two months, and ain’t tryna