Adrienne

Friday 6:38 PM

"I wanna thank everybody for coming out for Black Cotton's one year anniversary." Lesane speaks into a mic.

He's standing on the stage in all his club owner glory.

We haven't had any alone time since last weekend. We've mainly only seen each other at work which feels kind of strange.

He said he had to prepare for something.

Black Cotton's 1 year anniversary had to be what he was talking about.

"Y'all better enjoy yaselves because tonight all the drinks is on us." He says, making cheers erupt from the crowd. "You still gotta pay for that food though, I need some of my money back." He adds, making everyone laugh.

"So everybody get your groove on tonight and let me know if you need anything." He says, before turning the mic off and hopping down from the stage.

Lesane immediately gets swallowed by the giant crowd of people.

"This is nice." Kiada says, stepping into my view.

"Yea, it is." I shrug.

"I wanna talk to you about something." She says, making me start to walk away from her.

"If its about me and Lesane then you can forget it." I say, as she follows me through the crowd of people.

"Its important." Dada says, raising her voice over the music. I turn to look at her, her face is serious, nervous even.

"Okay." I say, making her grab me by the arm and pull me upstairs onto the balcony where its a little quieter.

"So what's so important?" I ask, folding my arms over my chest. Kiada twists the ring on her middle finger nervously.

"Lesane is-"

"Hey baby, what y'all doing up here?" Tupac asks, coming up the stairs towards us. I smile, as he kisses my cheek. Sweat glistens on his shirtless torso, He's obviously been dancing.

"Kiada wanted to talk to me about something." I say, making him look at her with a stale expression.

Kiada's eyes roll over his chest, her gaze sticking to his new tattoo. I watch as her eyes shift to his forearm where her name used to be.

"That couldn't wait until after we close? I need all my servers on deck. We hot tonight." Pac says, glancing between the both of us. Kiada is looking down at her feet, biting her bottom lip.

"I don't know. She said it was important." I say, making her look up at me.

"It can wait." She says, before turning on her heels and walking back downstairs.

"That was weird." I say.

"She's weird." Lesane says, placing his hands on my shoulders before pulling me into a hug.

"Eww your sweaty." I squeal, trying to get out of his grip.

"You love it." He chuckles, before letting me go. "Around eight-ish ima be gone for about an hour. Can you hold it down for me?" He asks, looking me in my eyes.

"Where you going?"

"Check on the house. My lil sister there alone and she like to try to cook things." He says, making me laugh lightly. "When am I gonna meet her?" I ask.

"Very soon." He says, before kissing my cheek and going into his office.

~

Tupac

"We going in three different ways. I'm in through the front, Que you got the side door. Raheem you got the back." I say, while loading my gun.

"They got panic buttons at every teller in here. Watch hands closely gentlemen."

They both nod.

"Once a panic button is pressed, we got five minutes, give or take."

"Lastly, don't kill anybody. We don't need the unnecessary heat." I say, Que sucks his teeth and waves me off.

"If they move. Ima shoot." He says, looking me in my eyes.

I just clear my throat and repeat myself.

"Don't kill anybody."

I zip up my black hoodie and pull the mask over my head, Raheem and Que do the same before we hop out of the car quietly and go to the doors I assigned.

"Everybody get on the ground, this is a fucking robbery!" Que screams, firing a shot into the ceiling. People fall to the ground, covering their heads with their hands.

I watch as A woman grabs her child and lays on top of him to protect him.

"Don't you touch that button mothafucka!" I say, pointing my gun at a man, sitting in front of a computer.

"Who can open that vault back there?!" Raheem asks, looking around the room, his gun going from one person to the other. No one answers, just silence. He repeats his question louder, but still nobody answers.

"Somebody better open they fucking mouth before we starts shooting bitches in here." I say, scratching the top of my head with my gun before folding my arms.

Que fires a shot, shooting a man in the shoulder, everyone screams, I flinch a little.

"Who's next huh? Somebody better open that damn vault!" He screams.

A woman stands up, making us all point our guns at her.

"I can open it." She says, her voice as shaky as her hands. She holds the key in one.

"Well let's go bitch. Move!" Raheem says, pressing the gun into her back, and nudging her towards the vault in the back of the bank.

I scan the room.

The man Que shot is holding his shoulder, groaning in pain. The woman beside him is covered in blood from trying to apply pressure to the wound. "Its gonna be okay." She whispers to him.

I look down at my watch.

Two minutes to get out of here.

From across the room, I see a woman about to press the panic button. I walk over to her slowly, my gun pointing at her head.

"Hey sweet heart." I say, as she stares at me, fear in her eyes.

"I don't wanna hurt you, so just keep your hand off that button, igh." I say, her expression softens a little. "I don't wanna hurt you. But if you press that button...you see my partner over there? He'll kill you." I say, nodding at Que.

She pulls her hand back into her lap.

"What you doing man?! Stop talking to her." Que yells, pulling me by my shoulder.

"Let's go!" Raheem yells, coming from the back, duffle bag in hand.

We all run out the door we each came in, meeting each other back at the car.

We get in and I put the pedal to the metal. "For this bank to be on the white people side of town, the cops shol do move slow." Raheem says, opening the duffle bag.

"Damn man. How much you get?" Que asks.

"At least eighty grand." He says.

I smile to myself.

We out.

~

After dropping the money off at Raheem's we change back into our regular clothes and head back to BC.

We decided that my place was too hot to keep the money there. Especially with my sister around.

"Back in forty five minutes exactly." Raheem laughs, before dapping me up. "I think that's our best time yet fellas." He adds, making me nod, "Hell yea."

"Hey what time is it?" I tap someone's shoulder.

He looks down at his watch, before shrugging. He's probably too drunk to read a clock.

It feels like its been an hour.

I go upstairs and knock on Lesanes office door. A few seconds pass before he opens it.

"Hey, how long have you been back?" I ask, closing the door behind me.

"Fifteen minutes, maybe." He says, while lighting a blunt.

"How's your sister?" I ask, watching him sit back down. He pours a glass of Hennessey and takes a pull from his blunt.

"What?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. "I see you managed to get drunk in fifteen minutes." I laugh, sitting on his desk in front of him. Tupac hands me the blunt as he sips his drink.

"I don't smoke." I say.

"It'll make you feel good." He says, a smirk on his face. His eyes are already red and barely open. He definitely shouldn't be drinking too.

Lesane takes the blunt from me and puts it to my lips.

"Inhale it." He Says, placing a hand on my thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into it.

I do what he says.

"Hold it a little and then breathe out."

After exhaling, I watch the smoke disappear into the air that came from my nose and mouth. I start to cough a little, making Lesane chuckle. "You'll get used to it." He says, pulling the blunt from my lips and taking a hit of his own before putting it out.

I bite my lip as he massages my thigh.

He looks unfazed, as if he hasn't realized what he's doing. "Lesane.." I say, putting my hand on top of his and moving it.

"My bad. Was I making your pussy throb?" He looks at me, making my face heat up. I don't respond. The music from downstairs fills my ears, they're playing one of my favorite songs: Back and forth by Aaliyah.

"You test my self control every time I'm with you." Tupac says, downing the last of his Hennessey before getting up from his desk. "We shouldn't be alone in here right now." He smirks, standing in between my legs, his hands on both my thighs.

"I could fuck you right now. They wouldn't hear you scream my name from up here." He says, before kissing my neck and chest.

I moan softly.

"I'd bend you over this desk, get a hand full of allat pretty hair-" I feel him pull on my locs. "And then put my dick in your stomach." He says, his tone deep and filled with lust.

"Tupac.." I breathe out, I feel him smiling against my neck.

"I like the way you say my name." He says, before suddenly pulling away.

I look at him, my gaze watching his lips.

"What's life without a lil temptation.." He says, leaning in and kissing my lips softly.

It might just be the weed... But I want him so bad right now.

"We gotta get outta here before I lose control." He smiles, stepping back. "Y-yea, they probably looking for you out there..." I stutter, trying to gain my composure. I get up from the desk and fix my uniform skirt, pulling it down a little.

"Let's go dance." He smiles, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of his office.