TYCE (21 page)

“Let’s go!” Tyce said zipping up the bag.

Sway was already done with his bag and was

repacking his equipment. Tyce helped him with the battle ram and prepared to leave. “Don’t get to relaxed fellas...it aint over yet, the getaway is greater than the taking. Let’s move before we gotta kill some of Diego’s niggas on the prowl.” Tyce warned as he took the steps holding both bags on his shoulders, Sway followed carrying his weighty bags while Omar lazily made his way up the steps looking back at the room that was decorated with beautiful white mini pillows of cocaine. Upstairs the ladies were nervously waiting. Although they didn’t want anything bad to happen, they were both willing to shoot first and ask questions later if they had to. Dallas heard footsteps and turned her head around seeing Tyce walking briskly toward her.

      “How we lookin’?” He asked evenly.

“I kept everything warm.” Dallas said with a seductive smile.

Tyce took her by the hand and led her to the back door of the church. Dallas gripped his strong hand allowing herself to be pulled where she would have gladly gone anyway. Pulling his walkie-talkie out he signaled Angelique outside in the car,

      “We comin’ out baby.”

“It's all clear out here, I’m on my way.” She smiled making her way to the back of the

church to pick her man up after work.

They all stepped out into the night, Sway was staying alert now that they were out in the open. He’d been ambushed before and that shit wasn’t fun. Angelique swerved smoothly around the corner and pulled up to the curb; Sway threw his bags in the trunk and took one last look around before getting in the car. Tyce tossed the bags of money in the back seat with Sway and jumped in the passenger side. Angelique didn’t waste time socializing; she just put the car in drive and rolled away. She looked in the rearview mirror and noticed Dallas and Omar getting inside the second car. The job was done…now all they had to do was make it to the warehouse.

Exactly 26 minutes later the five of them were back at the warehouse gathered around the table as their leader dumped the two bags of money out all over the table. They all just stared admiringly at the stacks and stacks of hundred dollar bills…neither one of them had seen that much money in one place at one time before. They’d done it; job number one was finished. Five million dollars in less than 20 minutes!

“Damn that shit looks good.” Sway folded his arms across his muscular chest and grinned.

“Yeah that’s sexy aint it?” Tyce added lighting a cigarette.

Angelique and Dallas sat down and enjoyed the moment, Dallas pulled out a fresh pack of “
Djarums,”
and the two friends smoked as they relaxed in the cushions of an old worn out couch.

“Good job tonight girl, I’m impressed.” Angelique exhaled the flavorful smoke; she crossed her long legs and shot her friend a pleasing look.

“Who you tellin', you didn’t miss a beat when you were under that wheel.” Dallas complimented back. “Can you believe were about to split
five
million
dollars
…that’s a
million
each baby!!!” Dallas stared at Angelique with a mischievous grin on her face, “All this money is kinda makin’ my coochie tingle girl.” Dallas uncrossed her legs.

Angelique held in a laugh, “Mine too!” Breathing normally now Angelique continued, “Yeah I’m still wrapping my head around the whole night, it all jus’ seems like a dream.” Angelique confessed.

Tyce interrupted their little powwow, “Excuse me ladies, I don’t want to break up your social session but I have a little gift for you two.”

 He handed each of them a black leather brief case filled with one million dollars in cold hard stanky cash. Angelique’s brief case was personalized; it had an 18kt gold heart with her initials engraved in it dangling from the black handle. Tyce had it made for her on the sly and wanted to surprise her with it tonight. Little things like that is what Angelique loved about Tyce. Although he could buy her anything she wanted, he took the time to make her feel special by paying her attention. He was a master at the little things…at home he filled her bathroom with her favorite soap and moisturizer cream, he also scratched her scalp at night when they watched TV; that shit felt soooo good. Angelique didn’t even bother opening her case; she just placed it between her legs and continued to enjoy her cigarette. Dallas on the other hand wasn’t so calm; she put the case on her lap and flipped it open. There was so much money inside it looked like a square green stoplight. She stopped short of counting it and just closed the case…she trusted Tyce, and not just any man could have her trust, the only other man to earn that was her father. Dallas Mitchell kept her heart guarded, that’s why she never had it broken. Her relationships with men outside of work had been fleeting, this was because they all tried to control her and make her change her ways. Disappointment and frustration soon consumed them when she refused to conform and demanded their unconditional love. Dallas couldn’t comprehend why she couldn’t find a man that loved her for who she was…a sexy, smart, courageous, sensual, independent young woman who would fight and die for her man and the love they built together. Tyce saw something good in her; the night she met him in the hotel she’d felt so respected. Never had she gotten paid to just sit there and listen to a man’s ideas and plans. He explained to her that he saw great potential in her and wanted to help turn her life in a new direction. He was interested in her future plans and goals, he said if she would trust him, this would be her last night escorting…and it was. Dallas was starting to get a little too emotional for her standards, a twinge of envy and loneliness was inching up her spine, and she didn’t like it. After a night like this envy and loneliness was the last thing she expected to feel, but what good is good news if you have no one to tell?

“Well ladies and gentlemen the night is still young and I got things to do! I can’t be sittin’ her all night with all you rich folks.” Dallas stood up adjusting her jeans.

“Where you going girl?” Angelique looked up at her.

“First I’ma stash this loot, then I’m gonna burn off some of this energy I got bubbling up inside me; I feel like I jus’ had two cans of “
Crunk
Juice
”! Dallas did a little dance as she spoke.

“Ha Ha Ha Dallas you’re crazy girl.” Angelique laughed.

Dallas walked up to Tyce and stopped in front of his chest. She pulled another cigarette from the pack, “Will you light me up please?”

Tyce smiled at her as he granted her request. He liked Dallas, there was obviously an attraction between them, shit they both wanted to fuck each other’s brains out that night at the hotel but chose to let business override their lust for one another. Angelique didn’t know how the two of them met and Dallas wasn’t planning on spilling the beans…after all…nothing happened. But Tyce could tell that Ms. Mitchell wanted something more.

Tyce made direct eye contact as he lit her cigarette, “Be careful Dallas.”

She took a drag and licked her full lips as she held the smoke in. Looking up at Tyce, she turned her head slightly to the left so she wouldn’t blow smoke in his face but kept her eyes locked with his.

She exhaled, “I will, and you make sure you do as well.”

Dallas sashayed toward the door swinging her brief case playfully back and forth. Once she was alone outside, she tossed her lit cigarette on the ground and sighed to herself looking up at the

stars. She walked slowly to her car, got in and drove off into the night...heading to an empty house. Back inside the rest of the fab five was getting ready to leave also. The money was already divided up and everybody was still buzzing from the night’s event...everyone
except
Omar. He hadn’t said a word since they got there but his mood seemed casual. He had received his brief case before anybody else; Tyce made sure to take care of his boy first. Omar gave Tyce a manly hug and punched him lightly in the stomach when he gave it to him.

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout my nigga.” Was all he said.

Sway on the other hand was in heaven; he called Renae as soon as he got back to let her know he was on his way home. He didn’t tell her what he was doing that night-the less she knew the better. Sway understood that no amount of money could replace him when it came to his family but this was America and love don’t pay the bills. You can’t send your love in an envelope and pay your mortgage. So he took a calculated risk for the benefit of his family; all he had to do was concentrate on his job and be ready for any surprises. If he could survive five years in the military; then he could definitely make it through this shit. He couldn’t wait to get home and show Renae his brief case that was filled with their bright green financial future.

“I wanna thank you Tyce. I mean you don’t even
know
how much this money will help me and my family. I was
drowning
in debt the
fuckin’
bill
collectors
were breathing down my……..” Tyce waived him off.

“Naw Sway…thank you!”
I couldn’t have done this shit without you
. I know how much this million means to you and yours. But don’t forget, we got some more work to do baby,

million won’t get you far these days.” Tyce

nodded at his long time friend.

“Bet!...I’m all in baby.” Sway grabbed his keys and gave Tyce a huge bear hug nearly suffocating him.

“
Aight
aight
aight
, put me down man, save that shit for your wife!”

He released his grip around Tyce’s waist and walked over to Angelique who was still sitting down; he stooped his tall frame over and gave her a hug too. She patted his back and lightly kissed his cheek.

      “I’ll see you later marine.” She teased.

Sway was the second to leave; he actually jogged out the room shouting bye over his shoulder. When he stepped outside; he looked at his used 1996 Ford Explorer and grinned widely,

“Hell yeah, no more “
Ford’s
” for me baby!” He shouted.

Omar, Tyce, and Angelique started to make their exits as well. Tyce walked across the large room and turned off the beaming overhead lights. The moon illuminated the space and allowed them to see each other faintly. The darkness hid the look on Omar’s face but Angelique who had been observing him all night wasn’t blind. She could sense something was up with him and the silent alarm in her head was going off big time!

“Let’s go.” Tyce walked to the door and held it open.

They all left the building. Angelique rode with Tyce in his rental car while Omar drove his “
Escalade.”
The cars they used in the heist were abandoned and burnt to a crisp by now along with all the disguises. The “
Escalade”
and the “
Dodge
Charger”
rode off slowly at first stopping at the street entrance. Omar turned left while Tyce made a right turn. Deep in thought; Angelique just stared out the window, she reached for Tyce’s hand and held it tight,

“Thank you for my gift.” She said quietly.

“You’re welcome.” He whispered back as he merged onto the highway.

Ten minutes later, the black “
Escalade”
pulled up to the back of the church again. Moments later a black “
Bentley”
coupe crept around the corner and parked. Omar got out and leaned against the door. The black tinted window of the “
Bentley”
rolled half way down and a hand motioned for him to come over. As he approached the vehicle, the door swung open gently and Omar climbed in. Music from “
Miles
Davis
” was flowing softly from the speakers as he shut the door and made himself comfortable in the back seat.