Marcus chose a third option. He tossed the bottle. It didn’t hit Stitch; it shattered against the Cadillac’s fender. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet alley. In the frozen second of shock, Marcus pulled the hoodie from his waist and wrapped it around his left fist.
He put two hundred in an envelope for his mom’s electric bill. He put one hundred in his pocket for groceries. The remaining one hundred and twenty he folded into a tight square and tucked under a loose brick. That was the "rainy day" fund. For bail. For a lawyer. For a bus ticket out if the heat got too high. gta sa hoodlum
“Carl’s doing three to five up in San Fierro,” D spat. “That leaves us. You, me, and Jamal’s shaky trigger finger.” Marcus chose a third option
Marcus didn’t announce himself. That was for movies. He just walked forward, rolling a half-empty bottle of 40 in his hand. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet alley