The Plaza Hotel
Abel pulled up in front of the hotel and placed the stolen van in park. “Y’all niggas hurry up. Don’t be in there playing.”
“You just make sure this van is here when we get back!” Styles said as he hopped out of the van with Jimmy and Kane and headed inside the hotel.
Abel looked over at Monica and noticed that her leg was shaking. “You all right?” he asked.
“No, I’m scared,” Monica admitted. “What happens if this doesn’t work out how it’s supposed to?”
“Everything will be fine,” Abel assured her. “All we have to do is stick together and we’ll be fine.”
“Fuck that. I say we just leave and say fuck it,” Monica suggested. She just knew that if she and Abel didn’t get killed, they were going straight to jail, and she didn’t like the sound of either option.
“We can’t do that,” Abel said. He wanted to just say fuck it and leave, but the first thing that came to his mind was his mother. “They know where my mother lives.”
“Damn.” Monica sucked her teeth. She so badly wanted to leave, but there was no way she was going to leave her man hanging like that.
“All we have to do is—” Abel’s words got caught in his throat when he noticed an officer walking up on the van. His eyes quickly went down to the screwdriver sticking out of the ignition.
“Hey, you can’t park here!” the officer shouted. “Keep it moving!”
“Fuck!” Abel mumbled. “Sorry, officer” he said as he pulled off.
Inside the hotel, Styles walked right up to the woman who stood behind the counter with a huge smile on her face.
“Hi. May I help you?” she asked in a friendly voice.
“Yes,” Styles said, looking the woman dead in her eyes. “I need a room next to the action.” He licked his lips.
“Not a problem,” the woman replied as she handed him a key. “That will be four hundred dollars.”
Styles reached down in his pocket and peeled off four hundred-dollar bills and handed them to the desk clerk. “Have a nice day,” he said with a wink as he and his partners walked over to the elevator.
Once the elevator door closed, Kane started up. “If one of them Chinese niggas even look at me funny, I’m popping off,” he said, sounding ignorant as usual.
“Shut the fuck up!” Jimmy said, nodding toward the camera that rested in the upper corner of the elevator.
Once the elevator finally came to a stop, the trio quickly stepped off one by one. Styles immediately turned his back to the camera at the end of the hall as the men put on their masks. Styles removed his shotgun from the duffle bag then handed the bag to Jimmy, who removed his M5 machine gun. Kane removed his two .45s from the small of his back.
Once Styles saw that everyone was ready, he quickly slid the key card in the slot. As soon as the lock on the door turned green, Styles pushed his way inside. “Let me see those motherfucking hands!” Styles yelled as the trio barged inside the room.
In front of Styles stood a Chinese man with a dumb look on his face, like he didn’t understand English. Styles viciously hit him across the face with the nose of the shotgun, dropping him instantly.
“Get on the floor!” Kane yelled then watched the Chinese men do as they were told.
“Do you fools even know who you’re robbing?” one of the Chinese men said in a calm voice. “I’m Charlie Young Fat,” he said with authority.
Kane walked up and punched the Chinese man in his face. “I don’t give a fuck about no Charlie Young Fat!”
“We don’t care who you are. All we want is the money,” Styles said as he removed all the gambling money from the table and put it into the duffle bag. Styles had the hustler’s eye, so just by looking at the table he could tell that there was around $200,000 on the table, if not more.
“You can take the money, but there will be consequences behind this,” Charlie Young Fat said in an even tone.
“Shut up before you make me mad!” Styles said, shooting the Chinese man an evil look.
“Those masks can’t protect you,” Charlie Young Fat said with a smirk on his face. Seconds later he felt a fist smash into his face. Blood flew from his lips and dotted the floor.
“Say something else,” Styles said, hoping the Chinese man was feeling brave; but Charlie Young Fat decided to just keep quiet. “That’s what the fuck I thought,” Styles said as he removed a roll of duct tape from his back pocket.
After Styles taped each man’s hands behind their backs, Jimmy and Kane quickly searched every man’s pockets, removing all money and jewelry.
“Y’all niggas ready?” Styles asked, looking over at Kane and Jimmy. Once they gave him the head nod, they all quickly exited the room, heading straight to the stairs. In the stairwell, all three men quickly removed their masks and tossed them, along with their guns, in the duffle bag.
“Damn, my gun won’t fit,” Styles huffed.
“Fuck it. Throw that shit away,” Jimmy said, looking back and forth over his shoulder.
“Fuck outta here. I ain’t throwing my shit away,” Styles said, looking at Jimmy like he was insane.
“Well, nigga, you better do something,” Kane huffed.
“Fuck it.” Styles sucked his teeth, but he left his shotgun in the stairwell as he ran down the steps.
When the trio made it down to the lobby, each man walked at a normal pace, trying not to draw any attention to themselves. Styles winked at the desk clerk as they exited the hotel.
“What the fuck?” Styles cursed when he didn’t see the getaway van waiting out front. “Where the fuck are they?” he growled, looking over at Kane.
“How the fuck am I supposed to know?” Kane replied. “I was upstairs with y’all.”
“Fuck that,” Jimmy said as he walked off. “Y’all can argue all y’all want. I’m outta here.”
As the trio walked down the street, all Styles could think about was how he was going to brutally murder Kane and his mother for Abel and Monica abandoning them like that.
As they continued to walk down the street, a van pulled up on the side of them. “Get in!” Abel said, coming to a sharp stop.
“You don’t know how close you just came to almost getting all of us killed,” Kane said as they all hopped back in the van.
“Y’all thought I bailed out on y’all?” Abel asked, glancing at them from the rearview mirror.
“You just don’t know,” Styles said with a smile on his face, but a few seconds ago, wasn’t shit funny.