Vicious Vixens

“Get that nigga up off the floor,” I barked shoving Cheryan in his direction.
I cocked the hammer back on my Beretta, and put the cold piece of steel to Bishop’s head. I knew he was holding out on me, and I wasn’t having it. “Nigga, I know you got some money up in this bitch, now where the fuck is it?”
“Fuck you bitch, you better hope I don’t find out who y’all are,” he barked. “I swear I’m gonna kill ya ass.”
“You think this is a fuckin’ game nigga?” I screamed smashing down on the side of his head with the butt of my gun as Kreesha kicked him in his ribs.
“Ahhh shit,” he cried out in obvious pain.
“So where is it at?” I repeated.
“It’s in the master bedroom closet. Pull the rug back and it’s under the floor board,” he revealed holding his head.
“Go check it out,” Kreesha ordered Cheryan. “You know it’s gonna be hell to pay if you’re lying.”
I kept my heat aimed at the right side of Bishop’s temple, waiting for him to move the wrong way so I could dead his ass.
“Bingo!” Cheryan yelled from the back bedroom.
When she came back to the den area where we had Bishop and his boys tied up, our mouths dropped. Cheryan tugged a small black duffle bag full of money along with her.
“I told y’all his punk ass was holding out on us,” I stated to them kicking Bishop in the side of his head.
“Yeah nigga, I bet you didn’t wake up this morning thinking a couple of bitches was gonna rob ya punk ass!” Kreesha spat.
“Thanks for doing business with us bruh, but we ‘bout to be out,” I taunted laughing at his ass as we left the spot.
We took what we came for and as quickly as we stormed in the front door we disappeared.