Criminals-Part 2 Fiction
The expressways not far from the warehouse
my workers and I rented a small ryder for
four days and decided to park along a busy congested street
They'll never see the product again; we designed with
bogus logo's and stuck it on an avenue right smack in the ghetto.
The guard is down, we dragged him to secure place in the
building, hes knocked out cold but he'll live
rob stuck a half empty bottle of cognac in his hand and
threw the throw back cap over his closed eyes. To be continued.....
Copyright © Diiamond Rich | Year Posted 2010
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