Page 7 of Gang of Roses: Kash

“I assure you; we’re doing no such thing.”

Yet.

“If you’re monitoring what the hell I’m doing with my shit, you doing something. I don’t need the hassle. I’ll go somewhere else. I want all my money out of here. Don’t offer me any cashier’s checks because I didn’t walk in here with one. All my transactions were cash. Give me my money how I gave it to you!”

Look at you making my day. I’ll be more than glad to.

“Mr. Valorie, I strongly advise you to keep your money here at Ross Savings & Loans. We have the highest interest rate for your CDs, your IRA is attached, and your business are as well. You’ve banked with us for over twenty years. Do you really want to break that relationship?”

I really don’t give a fuck if you do. I’m hoping you stand ten toes down so I can do me. Please make it easy for a nigga.

“Mr. Saint, I am a man who keeps his word. I’ve said it and meant it. How soon can you have my funds to me?” he asked ignoring my advice. By this time, he’d turned red in the face from how upset he was, I found it to be comical.

“We’ll have to schedule an appointment to give us time in advance to get your money pulled.”

“Then schedule it,” he threw back.

Showing signs of defeat, I leaned back in my chair and rubbed a hand down my face. This was playing out the way I needed it to. That fast I went from helping a customer to cooking up a masterplan. This shit really was too easy for a nigga like me.

I gave a slow nod before I asked, “Can I see your driver’s license and debit or credit card please?”

He handed them over and I went to pecking on my computer. He wanted to withdraw three quarters of a million dollars in checking, and 2.5 million from his savings setting that man at 3.2 million collectively. He was exactly who I needed to be dumb, vulnerable, and reckless.

Putty in a mad man’s hands.

“I have to ask one last time. Are you sure this is something you want to do Mr. Valorie?”

“Schedule the appointment Mr. Saint,” he said standing firm on his request.

“Yes sir.” I pecked a lil more and got it set. “We’ll see you back here on Friday at five. You’ll be allowed to see the money counted in front of your face and packaged. Will that work for you?”

“It will. I appreciate it.”

His credentials were handed back to him. He left without acknowledging my extended hand and that solidified my next move.

“I’ll see yo’ pussy ass real soon, Tyler Valorie,” I said aloud wearing a malicious grin.

Time passed by and before I knew it, I was clocking out and heading home. As a Saint, we were very closed off and to ourselves. I trusted nobody but the ones who shared my DNA. I had no friends ‘cause at the end of the day, they could fold on a nigga, too. I’d rather that disloyal shit come from my blood than a stranger.

I cruised through the city until I was at the gate of the house I shared with my folk. I only went to my condo when I was entertaining a hoe and needed a piece of mind. Family oriented and making sure they were always protected. I didn’t steer from it.

Once I made it inside, I spotted my sibling’s cars parked one behind the other. They worked from nine to five much like I did but somehow, they always beat me home. It was a lil’ after six and for the first time in months, I had some news that was ‘bout to rock these niggas’ world.

Parking, I grabbed my briefcase and climbed out. Before I could take two steps, my youngest brother was walking out the house talking shit. He wouldn’t be him if he ain’t get the first and last word in.

“Damn fuck nigga. Traffic must’ve tore yo’ ass up. What took you so long to get here?” he teased, biting on a piece of chicken.

“Get the fuck away from me, Donnie. I ain’t in the mood.” I walked right by his goofy ass and into the crib. The smell of my mama’s cooking hit me like a brick. It was something I needed to ground me; I couldn’t lie.

“Not you upset. I know what that means. Who’s the target?” he asked.

“Let me shower and shit first. I’ll fill y’all in at dinner.”

“That’s a bet.” He headed for the kitchen as I headed upstairs.

We grinded enough to purchase a seven-bedroom, four-bathroom home. It fit us well. Speaking that my parents had four kids, three of them being boys, this was what we needed. All of us had a separate living space of our own and still decided kicking it at our parents was better. It ain’t help that each and every one of us were spoiled in our own way.

Walking into my bedroom, I shut and locked the door behind me. My clothes hit the floor seconds later. A nigga’s day was long and all I wanted to do was relax. I had a plan brewing and needed the downtime to make sure it was perfected.