Rook struggled to keep the kid against the wall, taking shots at his ribcage with his free hand and spitting in his face. The oft-silent husband swiveled his head back to the room, "Get in this nigga's pockets!"
The sullen crew leaped from the bed and turned the kid's jeans inside out while he squirmed and gurgled. The Master Bag fell from his fingers, Rook followed it with his eyes, and foolish or desperate the kid took the opportunity.
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