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DCODE JAMIR DEVORE ⚠️ FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY
Dcode paced around the room waiting for the notification to come through. She thought she had him wrapped around her finger but the whole time he had this shit on lock.
His mind was racing but he wasn't drawn to the situation the whole time. The regret from not answering the phone when Essence called had been heavy on his mind the most and after this shit got dealt with he and Essence had to have a well-needed conversation.
He hasn't been in contact with nobody not even his mom. Everyone has been blowing his phone up but he ain't stuntin it. Somebody had to get in traffic and find her and he was that person. He was her protector.
He knew his father was looking for her as well, but everybody put all their faith in him considering his dad was halfway retired. That's the main reason he didn't contact them, all those people in his ear trynna critique shit would completely overwhelm him.
A notification from an unknown number popped up on Dcode's phone. Feeling the phone vibrate on his side, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and clicked on it.
It was an address to where he was picking this "package" up. He didn't know what her main objective was but he knew it wasn't making it to her safe.
He left the studio, where'd he's been sleeping for the last few nights, and headed to the location.
It was a 40-minute drive from Acres Home To Cypress. He connected his phone to the Bluetooth playing "Looking For Love" By Hunxho.
The melody and intro played and the music relaxed him. Memories flooded his head of him and Essence's recent smoke/vent sessions they would have.
Sitting and talking for hours just catching up on life and rebuilding that sibling bond they never had. Before recently their family was becoming the closest they'd ever been and now it seems like it's all turning to shit.
He fought back tears as he stopped at a red and lit the blunt he rolled previously. He inhaled and then slowly released the smoke. He continued for the whole ride, ashing it when it became a dubie.
As he got closer to the location his mind dimmed. There was no longer anything there but a survival instinct. For a lot of people, weed made their senses lessen, they tend to become more gullible and unaware. Fortunately for Dcode, it was the opposite. His heart raced, but his mind focused on the task at hand. His senses are heightened and he sees things in a different light.
Soon he arrived at the location. It was abandoned, with no sight of anyone not even a crackhead. She didn't give him any further directions so, he tucked his Glock in his pants and waited for someone to approach.
