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Ok ya'll bear with me. I know the title is kind of crazy, but I promise that the story is hott!!
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Shaylana sat shot gun. She strapped on her gloves. Looking over at Bonita she smiled. "B*tch do you still get butterflies?!"

"No b*tch." Bonita threw the ski mask over her face, then looked in the backseat. Cheyenne was sitting with her phone in her hands, laughing away. "B*tch do you mind?"

She closed her phone. "Well ya'll talking and sh*t, wasting time, sh*t I can text my husband if I want. We been sitting out her for a 20 minutes. I'm ready for some damn action."

Shaylana laughed. "You ready for some action huh? Like last time how you dropped the jewels in the garage right?"

"Look," Cheyenne started, "everybody don made mistakes. Can we get this show on the road."

"Just chill," Bonita insisted. "We waiting for---"

     --KNOCK KNOCK--

Bonita rose down her window. "What the f*ck was taking you so long LaTrice?!"

"I had to wait for them to actually leave the house this time. Ya'll ready?" LaTrice asked, looking through the car at her homegirls.

"Hell yea." Bonita yelled. "Who's place is this anyway?"

"It's a trap house. I heard it ain't sh*t but paper in there. We need to go claim that. So let's do this sh*t!"

The three ladies jumped out of the car. All wearing black jumpsuits and sneakers, and each carrying their specified tool. Bonita followed behind LaTrice as she led the crew to the building. Sneaking around the back of the house, she gestured for Cheyenne to step forward and do her deed.

Cheyenne pulled out her two small sticks and got to picking. It was withing seconds she got the door to pop open.

       --BEEP BEEP--

The alarm was going off and this was one of LaTrice's specialties. She walked slowly through the unlit apartment with her flashlight, and walked straight to the control box and entered her special pin number. "C'mon baby, work for mama." SILENCE. "Yes!!" The alarm cut off.

She saw the flashing lights of her ladies, roaming the scene. They all stood center in the living room. "Ok look," Bonita whispered to her crew, holding her flashnight beneath her chin, "we need to do this sh*t and quickly." She looked down at her watch. "My clock reads 10:32. We need to be out of here at 10:41 and be in the damn car at 10:42. No exceptions! Grab what's good and get out! No little sh*t! Now go!"

Everyone split. Bonita decided to head into one of the bedrooms on the first floor. She cracked open the door slid her body in. Shining her flashlight around the empty room, she made sure the coast was clear before switching on the light. As the ceiling light came on, Bonita walked to the bed. Lifting the mattress, she hoped to find anything valuable. NOTHING. She dropped the mattress back down. Judging by the clothes scattered across the floor, she figured this had to be the room of some trifling ass nigga.

She walked over to the dresser and began pulling out the drawers. JACKPOT. The third drawer to the left contents were nothing but jewelry. "I love a dumb nigga." She removed her stash bag from her back pocket and began putting the platinum and diamond chains inside her bag. "I gotta new Benz with this sh*t!" She continued to admire the jewels as she placed one by one into her bag. But it was one bracelet that caught her attention. It was a charm bracelet and the diamonds glistening in the light. There were 3 charms that hung from it.

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