Tupac has been avoiding me for two weeks.

The only time we speak is when he hands me my pay check and even then its not even a conversation.

I don't know what I did or if I did anything at all, but I'm heading to his office now to ask him if we're okay.

"Hey Dada, is Lesane in his office?" I ask.

"I don't know, probably though." She says, I nod but before I can walk away she calls my name.

I turn around.

"We should definitely go shopping tomorrow morning, I wanna meet your friends." Kiada says.

"Of course. I'll call you."

I clocked in about 20 minutes ago and I haven't seen Tupac yet, I checked his office but he wasn't there. Maybe he's not here, but it would be weird for him not to show up on a Saturday.

But looking around the club I notice that a lot of his men aren't here. They must've had something to do that was important today.

"The PD is about five minutes away from Freefield, they won't be expecting us on they side of town so that gives us about eight minutes to be in and out." I say.

Andre puts a map on the table in front of me.

"This the camera set up in there boss. Its tricky." He says.

I look at the map. I didn't realize it was this many cameras in that bitch.

"Can you hack em or sum?" I ask, looking up at Andre.

"I can try. But we dealing with better security than the last hit, so all I can say is that y'all better do what y'all gotta do and get out of there." He says.

"Igh then,We good. In and out. Eight minutes." I say. "Load up the truck and we gone head out." I tell my boys, before getting up from the couch and loading my gun.

•

"Let's go, let's go." I say, as we mask up before heading into the bank.

"Get on the ground!" I yell, firing a shot into the air.

People around the room quickly drop to the floor. I look around more closely, noticing that there's a lot of elderly people in this bank.

Fuck, don't start feeling bad for these greedy ass white folks Lesane.

My boys go to the back where the vault is, leaving me and Q in the front, keeping our guns pointed at the security guards.

"Don't you touch that alarm bitch." Q says, pointing his gun at one of the women at the tellers. I look down at my wrist watch. We got five minutes left.

"Go tell them to hurry up." I tell Q, nudging him a little.

I try to keep my eyes on everybody in the room by walking around.

I don't wanna shoot nobody this time.

Killing that nigga at the other bank wasn't apart of the plan, but its my life over everybody else's. I wasn't gone die, not that day.

Police sirens sound off about a block away.

I look over at the woman Q had his gun pointed at earlier. She pressed the silent alarm as soon as he walked away. I shoot the computer in front of her making sparks fly. She jumps before covering her face and hiding under the desk.

That cut our time short.

"Aye let's go!" I yell, hearing the sirens getting closer.

They come from the back with bag fulls.

"We can't get all of, we ain't got time. Who called em?" Q asks.

I nod towards the woman who is now looking at us. "Ya friend ova there tripped the silent alarm." I say.

Before I can stop him, Q shoots her in the forehead, making everyone in the room scream.

"Why the fuck did you do that?!" I push him.

"We ain't got time fa this." JayBird says, we look outside and the feds are pulling up. We pick up the bags and head towards the back exit.

A sharp pain shoots through my left shoulder making me drop the bag I'm holding. "Fuck." I yell, grabbing my shoulder. Q grabs the bag and we head out, running to the truck parked down the street.

"Go, go, go!" Jaybird yells at Andre who's driving.

"Shit Pac, you shot." Andre says.

"I'm good. just go!"

"Black Burger with fries and the chicken and shrimp Alfredo. Is that all for you two?" I ask the couple I'm serving.

They nod as I write it down.

I look around the club, hoping to see Tupac, I even look up at the balcony where he normally is. I don't know why I'm so concerned about him not being here. But to be fair he's never missed a day since I've started working here.

I take the order to the kitchen and Michael catches my eye.

He wipes sweat from his forehead with his shirt, allowing his abs to show for just a second, as he cuts up chicken on the grill, probably for my order.

"He is quite scrumptious isn't he?" Dada says, grabbing two plates off the shelf.

"I wasn't looking at him." I chuckle nervously.

"Mhm if you say so." She says, before walking away.

My eyes shift back to him but this time he's already looking at me. I give a shy wave and he winks at me.

"Oh girl, your not his type, you might as well cut that little love sick stare short." A female voice says. I already know who it is.

Jennifer.

Everybody knows she's obsessed with Michael, apparently they were together at one point but they broke up and neither one of them has told anybody why.

Now Jennifer just walks around trying to keep all the girls away from him.

According to Kiada, Jennifer got hired here not too long before me, and she's "one of the dumb ones" her words not mine.

"What's his type then sis? Matted up weave and a botched nose job?" I say, chuckling a little. Her nose does look really bad.

"Haha very funny. But his type definitely isn't some funky ass dread head." She snaps.

Before I can say anything else Kiada walks over, about to get another plate off the counter.

"Jenn gon somewhere. Don't nobody wanna smell that cheap ass perfume you got on." Dada says, making Jennifer roll her eyes and walk away.

"She scared of you or something? I ask, laughing a bit.

"Hell if I know and hell if I care."

•

My shift ends in thirty minutes and I'm definitely ready to go.

For some reason I look up at the balcony again, but instead of seeing Tupac, I see his office door open and close.

Is he here?

Has he been here the whole time?

"Hey, can you cover my last table?" I tap Shakiya's shoulder. She nods and I hand her the ticket with their order on it.

I untie my apron as I walk upstairs towards his office. The two boys watching the door move aside and let me past them.

I open the door and Tupac is sitting at his desk writing in a notebook. There's a big stack of cash in front of him that almost blocks my view of him. When I get closer I notice that he doesn't have on a shirt. And there's a big patch on his left shoulder.

I didn't know he had that many tattoos.

I don't realize how long I've been standing there staring until he speaks.

"Did you need sum?" He asks.

"Oh umm, I just-" I cut myself off, realizing I don't know why I'm in here. I didn't really expect him to be here.

"You what..?"

"I haven't seen you all night, I just wanted to make sure you were okay." I say.

"I'm straight." He says, he hasn't looked up at me at all, He's still writing actually.

"Is your-"

"You wanted to know if I was good. I am. You can go." He says, my heart sinks a little, but I don't say anything back, I just turn around and walk out.

Thats what I get for caring.

Tupac

Today was a hell of a day. A nigga is tired.

And on top of that I got shot.

I been shot before so that's the least of my worries, but that could've went a lot worse. We gone have to change up the game a little. It's getting risky out here and I don't wanna put my boys or myself it no hot water.

Q is a damn loose cannon. I don't know how many times I gotta remind that nigga that killing people ain't apart of the plan when we hit banks.

It wasn't necessary.

This ain't the first time he's done that shit. Q put us in bad situations too often, I gotta figure out what ima do with that nigga.

I finally look up as Adrienne leaves my office. I can't allow myself to get close to her, to ruin her life. That night in my office she saw a side of me that not many have, I don't want her to see it again.

Its something about her that make me wanna tell her everything about me. The good and the bad, but I can't afford to do that.

I know that I'm developing some type of feelings for this girl. So to keep her from realizing it and to keep the feelings from growing I need to keep her at arms length.

I look down at what I've written in my notebook:

"Introduced with innocence

Who would have guessed

That u were the one I had

Been so desperately searching 4

U talk as I do but yet u don't

Understand when I mumble

U c as I do but yet your vision is

Blurred by naivete

This barrier that separates us

I cannot cross yet

There is much of me that

Would frighten u so I live in

Heartache because we cannot

Fully explore this love and

What of your heartache

Does it feel as sharp as mine

No matter where I go or how long it takes

I will never recover from this mutual heartache."

I've dedicated my life to getting rid of the soft side of myself. But writing seems to be the part that won't go away.

It keeps me sane.

I've never shared my poetry with anybody, and I don't plan to.

Its a secret I'll never tell.

•••end of chapter

Hey y'all I'm so sorry it took this long for me to update. Me and my boyfriend got back together and he been taking up all my damn time🙄 and on top of that I deleted this chapter and rewrote it a million times. Hope you enjoyed though ~ zayla💓