Rain “Rebel” Crawford #3
“’Cause if you wanted us dead...” Remi said with a shrug, “...you would’ve aimed a little higher.”
Kash couldn’t help but laugh. “This bitch got a mouth on her.”
“I’ve been told,” Remi said.
I folded my arms. “Aight. Since y’all so damn comfortable talkin shit, how about one of y’all start talking?”
These girls were a whole damn trip. The audacity they had to roll up into our territory like they owned the place and then stand there acting like everything was cool pissed me off.
My impulsive side was screaming for me to go completely ham on their asses.
Every instinct I had told me to pull the trigger first and ask questions later, but experience had taught me that emotions got people killed.
So, I forced myself to stay still, even though every fiber of my being wanted violence.
Remi and Harli looked at each other, and the quieter one with the silky hair sighed. “I told you this was a bad idea.”
Remi shrugged. “I know. And you still did it.”
Dice pointed the Glock at her again. “Enough with the smart-ass answers.”
The smile never left the Remi’s face. “What do you wanna know?”
I folded my arms. “So why the fuck were y’all trying to take from us? We don’t play that shit.”
Remi smirked like she didn’t have a care in the world. “Well...” she said with a shrug. “We were just tryna get paid.”
Harli closed her eyes for a second. “Don’t.”
“What?” Remi asked.
“You already talking too much,” Harli said.
Remi ignored her. “We needed money. Saw the bikes. Figured we’d catch ‘em slipping.”
I was pissed they had the nerve to say that shit, but the worst part was...
they weren’t lying. Our motorcycles were worth a lot of money.
Hell, if it hadn’t been my bike, I probably would’ve tried to steal those bitches too.
That realization only made me grind my teeth harder because I hated admitting when somebody.
Kash let out a dry laugh. “Catch us slipping?”
Then Dice raised the Glock a little higher. “Y’all lucky y’all ain’t catch a bullet.”
“Y’all really thought y’all was gon’ ride off on our bikes?”
Remi shrugged again. “That was the plan.”
I stared at both of them in disbelief. “So y’all were really trying to rob us.”
“Yeah,” Remi answered without hesitation. “Ain’t no point lying now.”
Harli finally spoke. “We didn’t know whose bikes they were.”
Dice rolled her eyes. “Would it have mattered?”
“No.” They said in unison.
“Damn,” Dice muttered. “At least they honest.”
The loud one leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “We heard these custom bikes were worth a fortune. We figured we’d steal ‘em, flip ‘em, and keep it moving.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Not because it was funny.
Because the shit sounded so damn ridiculous.
I finally had enough. Without thinking, I reached behind my back and pulled out my Glock.
It was the last time somebody was gonna fuck with me.
The two women looked at the gun. For the first time since we’d caught them, their expressions shifted ever so slightly.
It wasn’t fear. Before I could say a word, Kash shot me a look to chill.
“We ain’t killing them,” Kash said calmly. “They seem like they got a purpose.”
“Bitch, please.” Dice rolled her eyes. “Me or my red bottoms don’t got time for finding out what that purpose is.”
She waved her Glock toward the front door. “I say we beat they ass, take whatever they got, and send ‘em on they way.”
The loud one let out a laugh she tried to hold in, but Dice snapped her head toward her.
“You think something funny?” I asked.
“No,” they said in unison.
“That’s what the fuck I thought,” I frowned.
Harli finally spoke. “We’re not here to start a war.”
I kept my gun trained on both of them. “Funny way of showing it.”
Harli nodded. “Yeah... breaking in and trying to rob y’all probably wasn’t our smartest decision.”
“Facts.” Dice nodded slowly. “Remi... Harli...” She pointed at them one after the other. “Aight, Remi and Harli... now tell me why the fuck I shouldn’t lay you both out.”
Remi shrugged with that same cocky smile. “Because we can make y’all some money.”
That wiped the smirk right off Dice’s face, while Kash and I exchanged a look.
Although we probably should’ve thrown those two out, something about them made me trust them.
I couldn’t explain it. Maybe it was the way they carried themselves...
or maybe it was because the one with the orange locs reminded me so much of myself.
She had that same rebellious spirit, the same smart mouth, and the same look in her eyes that said she wasn’t afraid of the consequences.
Whatever it was, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our paths had crossed for a reason.
When we finally got Dice to calm down, she came up with a plan for the girls.
This damn girl liked a challenge, and it looked like we might just have found our protégé.
After the big bank, our asses were retiring, and these YCs looked like they were the next gen.
Harli gave Dice her number, and we agreed that after we talked, we might be hitting them up.