Volition. Coby Stewart

lo—Oh!”

      I walked in on Cash fucking some girl who jumped to the floor as Cash aimed his pistol at me.

      “Yo, why the fuck don’t you knock!” he said.

      “My bad, bruh, but it’s something you need to see, young,” I said before stepping back into the living room. Cash grabbed a towel and met me in the living room.

      “Look,” I said, pointing to the TV. Cash stared at the TV for a moment.

      “They don’t know shit,” Cash said, still staring at the TV. I kept staring at him. “So you don’t know shit,” he said, looking back over at me.

      “I’m sharp,” I said.

      “Go head back to sleep, bruh. We ain’t got nothing to worry about,” Cash said.

      “Aight,” I said.

      I walked back to my room and sat on the edge of the bed. This was one hell of a day. I took a hit with my man getting shot up and all, but we took zero losses.