“Oh, fuck…” I groan, “this whole thing was for us.”

“How did you know we were looking for the money?!” Zeath yells out but gets no reply.

I don’t know about him, but I sure as well want to fuck the money and grab this bullet so that it’ll remain my family to deal with.

“Give me the gun, Mellow,” Zeath says calmly.

I bite my lower lips, eyes fixated on the bullet while trying to contain my anger.

Zeath reaches down and gently slips the gun from my grip before placing it ...