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“I thought you was so hungry. Eat!” Laughing, he grabbed some fries and put them in his mouth.

“So what you do when you not out there terrorizing people?” I looked at him with my face turned up.

“Mind my business.” He grabbed a piece of chicken, and I was mad as hell. It looked so good.

“I’m asking what you do for fun, Stink.” My pussy jumped again. He looked up at me as he continued to chew, and this was normal conversation. I could tell he wasn’t going to leave it alone, so I shrugged and answered.

“Hang with my girl, shop, rob niggas,” I said, making us both laugh.

“How long you and your girl been robbing niggas? That’s a dangerous hobby to have, you know?”

“Why you asking me all these questions?” I diverted.

“I’m just trying to get to know my Stink.” He was killing me with this shit.

“It’s not much to know. We been doing it since we needed to make it on our own. Why do anybody rob people?”

“When they don’t see another way out and they’re put in a desperate situation. You said you do it for fun, that’s something different.” I could have told him that was why we did it as well, but I grabbed another fry. I looked up at him, and he smiled. Grabbing another gizzard, I put it in my mouth. Big mistake. That one was worse than the first.

“You don’t like your food?” This nigga smiled again and I wanted to knock it off his face.

“I love my food.” I refused to give in and admit that I lied. From how he kept questioning me about it, his ass knew.

“You sure? You only ate one.”

“I ate two,” I stated matter of factly.

“My bad. You tearing them mufuckas up.”

“Fuck you!” He laughed and I did too before I could stop myself. Looking over at him, I decided to pry as well. “How did you get mixed up with your boss?” He looked as if he was thinking about how to answer it.

“He did a favor for me. After that, we were locked in.”

“Now he thinks you’re more trouble than you’re worth. Seems to me he doesn’t value you,” I said genuinely.

“He does. Sometimes you have to take a gamble and let things play out. That’s just part of being in the streets.”

After that, talking to him got easier. I did my best not to tell him anything of substance, but it didn’t hurt to crack jokes and talk shit. At the end of the day, I had taken him, and he could have been an asshole about it. Instead, he was in here listening and laughing at stories of lames I had robbed. By the time I looked up, I had been there for hours. It hadn’t crossed my mind that I hadn’t heard back from his boss. Knowing Peanut would be calling me soon, I stood to leave. I could tell he didn’t want me to go, but there was no way I could be around this nigga when I got that call.

“Soooo…” I looked at him confused.

“So what?”

“What’s next on the itinerary?” This mufucka was acting like there was a handbook on things to do when being held hostage.

“What is supposed to be next?”

“We already ate. So, I’m trying to figure out if there’s a personal portion of the day.” I stared at him and couldn’t do shit but blink. I had to be hearing him wrong.

“Are you asking if I’m finna fuck you?”

“I was just wondering.” His smug ass shrugged his shoulders like what he said wasn’t insane.

“Nigga, you do know you kidnapped, right? You worried about fucking.” I was appalled.

“I never said I was worried.” I couldn’t find the words I was so shocked. This man was dead ass serious.

“Well, you can get that shit out your head. I’m not fucking you.” A smile slowly crept up his face.