Trap Niggas

Chapter3

-1month later-
Niyah decided to move in with tray and Brie decided to move in with august over the pass few mouths august tray and chris been in and out of jail..

Brie house
Aug: babe where my weed

Brie:(smokes blunt) under the bed

Aug:(grabs it) thanks baby aye look I'm finnah head to the trap you wannah come

Brie: yeah

Brie puts her shoes on and they head out

-trap house-

Chris: aye bitch count it now(holding gun)

Girl: okay okay(counts) Chris

Chris: karrueche I'm not playing

Karrueche: okay chris(crying)

Tray:(kissing niyah) shit girl

Niyah:(bites his lips)

Chris: aye aye aye

Tray: my bad Bruh you know how shit get

Chris: hell yeah(hears car doors shut)

Tray:(looks out window) oh that aug and Brie

Niyah: is it me or Brie gotten thick a'f

Chris: yeah lil aug been putting in work on that ass

Everybody laughs as aug and brie walks in

Aug: what's funny

Niyah: nun brother

Aug:(bites his lips) baby count this for me

Brie continue to smoke the blunt and count the money as august stands behind her holding her waist tray gives weed to niyah to sell and chris made karrueche get oh the street and sell also...

-later that night-

Brie pov
I'm On my way to see my momma she don't know what I been doing since I moved to south central la.. She lives in Oakland so it's take bout an 4 hours to get there

-4 hours later-
Brie momma house

Bm: omg my baby

Brie: hey ma

Keshia: hey Baby sister

Brie: hey.. Where's my lil nephew drew at

Drew: aunt Brie I miss you

Brie: aw my baby gotten so big

Drew:(giggles) aunt I'm 5

Brie: I know a big 5

Drew giggles and laughs Brie takes off her jacket and let her brother Jordan use it

Jordan: Brie yo jacket smell like-

Brie: flowers (smiling at him)

Jordan: righhht(looking around)

Keshia: anyways pizza here drew

Drew screaming yay as him and Brie 2 nieces harmony and Malaysia run down the hall into the kitchen.....

-guess room-
Jordan:(knocks)

Brie: come in(looking at the door) oh hey Jordan

Jordan: what's up lil sis I know you know why I'm here

Brie:(pushes covers back) look if you wannah know yes I sell weed

Jordan: but Brie how could you...

Brie: look it's fast money and I need it

Jordan: Brie you know mama an daddy raised us better than that

Brie: were two different plp

Jordan: is it that boy august that's making you sell weed

Brie: no look I'm a grown ass fucking woman I don't need you or any body else in my bussiness okay

Jordan looks at Brie and walks out

-next morning-