No Honor Amongst Thieves

The cars outside…

The million on the floor…

And two friends who ain’t friends no more.

Rondo thought Pedro was his brother.

Pedro knew Rondo was the sacrifice.

But what Rondo didn’t know…

Pedro had already chosen the money.

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Headlights through the blinds, shadows crawling on the wall,

Rondo heard the footsteps, knew they came to make the call.

Pedro disappeared, million-dollar bag gone,

Rondo stood there thinking, “How the hell did I get played this long?”

He grabbed his phone, called Pedro—straight voicemail,

Called again—nothing. Damn, this shit went stale.

Then a text hit the screen from an unknown number:

“You trusted the wrong man.”

Rondo felt his chest tighten, looked toward the door,

He knew Pedro set the trap, but he didn’t know what for.

Then the door kicked open, chaos filled the room,

Rondo realized his whole life had just met its doom.

He tried to run, but the past caught up fast,

All those nights chasing money finally collided with his past.

He thought about his mother, thought about his brother,

Thought about Pedro like they were really blood brothers.

Then he whispered through the smoke,

“Damn, Pedro… why?”

And somewhere across town,

Pedro was already gone.

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Million-dollar heist, somebody gotta pay,

Two brothers started together, but only one got away.

Rondo lost his life chasing what he thought was theirs,

Pedro took the money and disappeared into thin air.

Million-dollar heist, loyalty turned to dust,

A million in the bag ain’t worth a lifetime of trust.

They started with a dream, ended underneath the lies,

Pedro got the money…

Rondo got goodbye.

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Pedro crossed the state line with the money in the trunk,

Heart beating heavy but he still felt like he won.

He stopped at a motel, threw the cash across the bed,

Million dollars staring back while Rondo filled his head.

He poured himself a drink, tried to celebrate the score,

But every time he closed his eyes, he saw Rondo at that door.

Two kids from the same block, used to dream about the fame,

Now one was in the ground and one was running from his name.

Pedro changed his clothes, changed his phone, changed his ride,

Bought a ticket out the city, left his old world behind.

He told himself, “I did what I had to do to survive.”

But deep down he knew—

he murdered his brother’s trust before he took his life.

Years passed.

Pedro got the house, the cars, the money, everything he wanted.

But every birthday came with the same memory.

Two boys sitting on a curb…

Talking about becoming something.

One became a millionaire.

The other became a memory.

Pedro opened the final envelope.

Inside was a picture of him and Rondo as kids.

Written across the back:

“Brothers before money.”

Pedro stared at it…

And finally broke down.

Because he won the heist.

But lost everything that actually mattered.

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Million-dollar heist, somebody gotta pay,

Two brothers started together, but only one got away Pedro earned rondo got burned