"FreeFeild is next." I say, taking a hit from my blunt.

"Freefeild? Nigga that's cracker territory. They won't hesitate to shoot our black asses." Q says, making me glare at him.

"Money is money."

"I'm not getting killed for you-" I cut him off, pointing my gun at his forehead.

"Nigga you been talking a whole lot. I hope you ain't forgot who run this shit." I say, "Y'all do know who run this right? I'm the nigga making this happen. I make moves. Not y'all!"

The room is silent. I sit my gun back in my lap.

"Like I was saying. Freefeild is next, we gon take this month to case it, next month we getting the money."

"How much we taking?" Raheem asks, making me look over my shoulder at him.

"As much as we can."

Adrienne.

Thats what she said her name was.

My mind keep going back to her. She seem different than other broads.

When I first saw her at the bank, she caught my eye. She ain't never been there before all the other times we hit that bank.

When I looked at her it was almost like shit started moving slower. Everybody else was on the ground, fearing me. But there she was, still standing. I am fascinated by her.

The last thing I wanted to do was scare her, but if I didn't put my glock on her niggas wouldve thought we was weak.

I saw her at my club later that day. She didn't even seem to belong there. There's like this light around her.. That protects her from niggas like me. Killers.

"Aye Pac, ya girl out here clowning." One of my boys knocks on my bedroom door.

I already know who it is. Erica.

A bitch I been fucking for a while, she seem to think I owe her sum. I den told her time and time again that I don't have time for her shit.

"You can let her in." I say, opening my door.

"Lesane! I hear her yellin my name. "Don't you fucking touch me, where that nigga at?

I sit on my bed and not long after, she stumbles her stupid ass in my room. "Why the hell you ain't call me? She points a finger at me.

"Cause I ain't have to." I say, lighting a cigarette. "I told yo ass I got shit to do." I add, making her roll her eyes, she throws her braids over her shoulder.

"Well you better make time for me."

"You not my bitch Erica. You just crazy as hell."

"Tupac I'm tired of you doing this to me, you said you lo-"

"Awe here we go with the waterworks, Erica I know what I fucking said. I lied. A nigga will say anything to keep getting his dick sucked. The sooner you understand that the better sweet heart." I chuckle, walking towards her.

She slaps me, hard.

"Fuck you." She spits in my face.

"Come get this bitch before I kill her." I say, making Q and Raheem come in and grab her.

"Get yo damn hands off me, I know my way outta here!" She yells, trying to wrestle them off of her.

Bitches.

"Andre! I call my tech man into my room.

Andre is a big part of the operation I got runnin here. He can tap into almost any security camera on his computer, but don't get it twisted I gotta pay this man a fat chunk of what we gettin from these banks.

"Wassup? He asks, leaning against my door frame.

"I need you to find as much as you can on this girl for me. Her name Adrienne, never got a last name. I can tell you she work at that bank we hit yesterday though."

"What for? He asks, pushing his glasses up on his head.

"Nun much." I say, making him chuckle knowingly. "Igh boss."

Adrienne

"No I haven't found another job yet ma but I cannot stay there another day." I say.

My mama shakes her head at me.

I came to see her because its been a while and she always tells me how she feels like I don't have time for her anymore.

"So what you gon do til you get anotha one? Cause you ain't finna be at my doe asking fa money." She says, making me roll my eyes.

"I'll figure it out, but I don't want to end up like Ricky. I saw them shoot him, right in front of me mama, they killed him." I say, a lump forming in my throat from just thinking about it.

"Well Ricky dead. You betta be thinkin about yo self cause Ricky ain't thinkin about shit." She takes a puff from her cigarette.

"You have to stop that smoking."

"I ain't gotta do shit but stay black and die." She says, before getting up from the table and going into the kitchen. "Heard from ya brother? She asks, I hear her turn on the sink and start washing dishes.

"No ma'am."

"Damn shame. That boy move to Texas and act like he don't know a damn body down here."

I don't say anything.

"And hell its 1992, you would think by now that the police could catch some damn bank robbers. But nah they too busy arresting homeless folks for loiterin, the authorities need killin." My mama goes on and on.

"Okay mama I gotta go." I say, getting up from the table.

"Aht Aht you ain't been here a good thirty minutes." She comes out of the kitchen, pointing a fork at me.

"I know but I just wanted to stop by, I'm going somewhere with Jamie at-" I look down at my wrist watch. "Six o'clock and I need to get dressed." I lie.

"Well alright, I'll see you baby.". She kisses my cheek as I make my way to the door.

I love my mama but gah damn she get on my nerves sometimes.

"Couldn't find a lot on her. She been working at that bank since she graduated college. Got her address and a few other things, nun much." Andre says, handing me a piece of paper.

"Adrienne Walker." I read aloud.

"Preciate you man." I dap him up, cuing him to leave my room.

I stare at the picture of her. It must be the picture they took when they hired her, she looks a little different.

Her dreads are above her shoulders and her face a little more chubby.

I scan the information before my eyes land on her address. I grab an envelope from my drawer and a few bills before signing my name on the envelope and sealing it.

I write her address on a separate sheet of paper and take it to Raheem. "Take this to that address, and don't fucking open it you dumb ass." I hand him the envelope as he glares at me making me chuckle.

"Make it quick too if youn mind."

By the time I get home its dark. I stopped at a few stores but didn't find anything cute.

I walk up to the mailbox and open it with my key. My eyes shift over to Ricky's mailbox. I used to get his mail for him sometimes. It would usually only be bills. Sometimes a few letters from his cousin who's in prison.

I wonder did anyone tell him about the accident yet.

I look through my mail as I'm walking back to my apartment. The usual stuff, bills and coupons, but then there's a envelope with no stamp, just a name signed on it.

Lesane Shakur

Its written in neat cursive.

"Who the hell is Lesane Shakur?" I mumble outloud as I open my door and go in, closing and locking it behind me.

I open the envelope and my eyes widen.

The fuck..

There's almost fifteen hundred dollars in it, but no note or anything.

Oh hell no, where did this come from?

I can't accept this.

This can't be nothing other than drug money.

"Fifteen hundred? Bitch you better split that with me." Jamie says, staring down at the envelope on my table.

I called her because she knows a few rough niggas. Maybe one of them knows who this Shakur dude is.

"That's not the point J. I need to know who this is so I can give their money back. Maybe they gave it to me by accident and it was for someone else."

"Oh my God your such a goody goody. I would spend that money so quick." She laughs, I roll my eyes.

"Seriously, does the name look familiar to you? Do you know anybody that knows him?" I ask.

"Girl everybody know who Lesane is, he own that bar a street over, Black Couch or something." She says. "You mean black cotton?!" I ask, grabbing the envelope and my purse.

"Bitch you really giving that money back huh? She asks, watching me grab my things. "Yea, I don't need nobody coming over he bussing shots at me cause they need they money." I laugh, before going out the door.

•••

When I get to the bar I realize what I have on.

Sweatpants and a T-shirt with my brothers old timberland boots that he left at my apartment and never came back for.

"Shit." I mumble outloud.

Maybe I should just return the money tomorrow when I look decent.

I don't even know what this man looks like. Am I just gonna walk around a club asking for this man that I don't even know? Yes. Yes I am.

I walk into the bar and people are immediately staring at me. I walk up to the man who served me my food last night since he's the only person I'm familiar with. "Hey sir, do you know who Lesane Shakur is? Does that name ring a bell?" I ask.

"He's my boss." The man says, swinging a towel over his shoulder.

"I thought you knew him. He was sittin right next to you last night." He adds, making me furrow my eyebrows.

The weirdo?!

"Umm do you know where I can find him?

"Should be here in a few- oh, there he is comin in." He points to the door making me turn around.

There he is, wearing all camouflage, which looks ridiculous by the way.

I walk towards him but two men block me just as I get close. "Nah she good." I hear Tupac say, before they move out of the way.

"Umm I have something that belongs to you." I say, holding the envelope out to him, but he doesn't even look at it, he just stares at me, his eyes roaming down my body making my face burn.

"Follow me." He says, walking past me.

I hesitate before following him up some stairs. Its quieter up here but you can still hear the music. Its a hallway with multiple rooms.

Just as I think he's taking me into a room he stops and leans against the wall, but he doesn't say anything.

"This is yours." I say, holding out the envelope again.

Lesane licks his lips and folds his arms, but remains quiet. "Hello? Do you speak?" I wave my hand in his face, a chuckle escapes his lips.

"That's yours." He finally says.

"I don't want it." I say. "I don't need it." I add.

"Did I ask?"

I roll my eyes, arrogance is radiating from this asshole.

"You told me your name was Tupac.." I squint my eyes at him.

"It is."

"Why did you send this to me? Is this a thing you do? You send girls money and they come running to you and begging to kiss your ass?" I ask, folding my arms.

"Nah."

"Then what is it, cause I don't want your dirty money."

He looks me up and down again, licking his lips.

"A gift." He says, before walking away from me, back down the stairs.

"I wasn't done talking!" I call after him.

"I was."