"Heres your money bunny wire code and thank you for shopping with us."

Jasmines says in a fake country voice, as we were practicing our way to clean the money. We all came together and went to Rubys.

"And cut!" Jasmines real voice came out. She takes a deep breath. "Monse, you need to unclench, girl. Top and bottom. I can hear your chocha getting cramped. And try smiling once in a while. It goes a long way. Both in wire fraud and in life." She smiles at Monse. "Next customer!" She yelled as she snaps her fingers. Ruby slowly walked up to the bat, nervously.

"Hi, id like to-"

"Gimme a sec. machines down." She interrupts him. They both stood there quietly. "Why you so sweaty?"

"Who? Me?" Ruby stutters. How is he so nervous and this is all fake?!

"No the bozo behind you." Jamal gasps as she pointed. "Yeah, you. You doing something suspicious?"

"No."

"Okay. Machines up. Go." She sassed. Ruby takes a deep breath.

"Id like to send some money."

"Mmm i bet you would." Jasmine hums. "Name?"

"Christopher Sanchez."

"Birth date?"

"June 19, 1999." Ruby was getting stressed and scared. Aww my poor baby!

"Mothers maiden name?" She was just popping questions left and right.

"They gonna ask that?"

"Ah!" She yells out. "We are not dealing with amateurs people! These are highly trained part time sales associates. You need to be on your A game." She rolls her eyes. "And Ruby, work the face more. Thats an asset. So use it. Next!" We jumped. Ruby stood next to Monse. Jamal was next. He crip walked to the window.

"Hey yo whats up ma?" Oh hell nahh. I stood behind him, just giving a weird face. "Im trying to money bunny $450 to my baby ma. You see, i had a baby out of wedlock. And now im financially responsible for my son, Maximilian. Milian for short." Oh please let it stop! Why name the kid Maximilian anyways?!

"Okay, love love, the commitment." Jasmine stops him. Please. "But way too many details. Details are a tell. And that tell will lead them straight to checking your ID. Remember, you dont have time for deets. Cause you're 18 and you got places to be."

"Or im a warm and friendly person who likes to make friends!" Jamal tells her.

"Or its clear that youre 14 and have way too much me time on your hands!" Jamal scoffs. Offended. "Next!" Jamal walks away. Now it was my turn. I gulped and walked up to Jasmine.

"I'll like to send money to my grandparents." I looked at her, taking it slow and easy.

"Why?"

"Why would you want to know? You're not my grandparents." I sassed at her.

"Name?"

"Celia Gracia." I rolled my eyes, hated the name. Out of all names, he had to chose this one. "Can you hurry this up? I got places to be, i have an appointment and i like to be on time."

"Its sent." She smiles. "Cut!" I jumped. I hated when she yells that, very surprising. "Valeria, good job, you had the eye contact, kept it short." I nodded. Thats how its done boys, and Monse. "Take notes! Okay i think we're good. I think 3 hours is plenty of time." She looks at all of us. "I think we're ready for a test run." I shook my head, with the others. We're definitely not ready, at all! Jasmine shoves us out and we walked to the nearest money bunny. Jamal volunteers to go first and was sweating and made Ruby come with him. I sat down, going on my phone, ooo bad bunny posted a new single, definitely hearing that later. Jamal and Ruby comes out of the store. We walked next to the money bunny, Jasmine and Monse went in, Jasmine wants me to come in for back up if anything goes wrong. Then they came out, they nod and we followed them around the corner. Monse pulls out and showed is the dough. We all jumped and smile. We did it!

"Holy shit! We did it!" Ruby cheers.

"Yes!" We clapped hands. Jasmine turns around and throws up. I quickly backed up. Guess shes not straddling anymore."

"Welcome to the dark side." I patted her back. We all laughed as we just pulled that. We actually did it.

"Cesars gonna be so happy." Monse smiles as she pulled out her phone.

"Uh, wheres Jasmine?" I asked as I took a look around. There she was, panting, hands in her knees.

"Jas! Hurry up!" Ruby calls out.

"Im okay, i think...but im pretty sure i number three'd myself." I- nasty. We all gagged and walked away.

"What is number three?" Jamal asks. I what to know but at the same time, i dont.

"I dont even know."

"Pee pee, poo poo-" Jamal lists.

"You're so gross." I pushed him gently.

"Hey Monse." We looked up at the car pulling up. Our smiles turned around. It was the prophet$. "Where that bitch ass boyfriend of yours at?"

"Hey, we already know he aint at your pops spot no more." He looks at Jamal. "So where he at then?" We all looked at them, scared.

"And we already know whats up with you, Ruby." They looked at him.

"And you." The driver points at me. "Valeria, we know about you in the Santos. Dont try to play dumb. And what about your brothers lil Diablos baby? Luis?" My eyes widen. How did they know?!

"Bang!" He laughs, making us jump. "Santo killer though." They drove off. We scattered. I ran so fast to my house. I grabbed my keys and I looked back to see if they even followed. I slammed my door so fast. I started to panic, shutting the blinds. I started to cry since i was so scared.

"Why you slamming my doors for?!" Willy yelled out. He saw me. "Hey! Hey! Whats wrong?" He runs up to me.

"The prophet$, they rolled up on us. They're looking for Cesar." I ran to his arms. Willy looks out the window. "They think im still in with the Santos! They know Luis name!"

"Breathe okay!"

"This isn't gonna go away!" I cried. Willy held me tight. "We're gonna die."

"Hey!" He made me look at him. "None of you are gonna die okay? Not on watch. Nothing will happen to you okay! I got you. Imma keep you safe." I pulled him for another hug. Why us? We don't deserve this. "Jacky!" He calls out. Jacky came running out of the room.

"Que!" She saw me. She quickly ran to me.

"Stay here with her. Imma be back." Jacky grabs his arm. "Jacky. Ill be back. Imma be at Spookys." He then walks out and slams the door. Leaving us.

"What are we gonna do with him?" Jacky whispers. Im scared now. He better not do anything that will get him hurt.