TREVANTE POV
I walked in the bar and walked up to the homie saying "Wassup Chuck"
Knew he'd be in here.
"Trevante? What chu doing in here?" He asked me.
"I needa holla at chu for something." I said to him.
"What's going on?" He asked me.
"I need some work, a lot of it. I got some loot from the movies I been doing, but I need some more consignment." I said.
"Consignment? Man ain't nobody getting that type of love no more. You know how many niggas take bullets over consignment?" He said to me.
"I need yo help right now, Chuck you know I'm good for it" I said.
"Truth is, I got no weight. It's drop, everything dried up. You supposed to be out the game anyway, right?" He said.
"I need big cash fast. I need to pay off these feds so they won't have me snitch aight?" I said.
"How much you talking?" Chuck asked me.
"500 grand. I only have 200 grand on me. And I need 300 more." I said.
"500 grand... Damn. What chu got yourself into?" He asked me and I sighed not saying anything. "You serious nigga?" He asked.
"Yeah nigga." I said back.
"Aight. You ready to get grimy?" He asked me.
"Wassup?" I said.
"Aight I heard about these Jamaican niggas at the Camden apartments. Supposedly they sell major weight and got a shit load of paper" Chuck said.
"How you know about all this?" I asked.
"My girlfriend's sister messes with one of them, he been yapping at the mouth talkin bout they got a million in cash, and a gang load of dope." Chuck said.
"So you wanna rob them?" I asked.
"Nahhhhhhhhh I wanna ask them if I can apply for line of credit. Nigga what the fuck you think?" Chuck said sarcastically and I smacked my lips flipping him off.
I thought about it for a moment before saying "Fuck it, let's do it. I needa get my girl back."
"Jamaicans crazy as hell, and they be strapped. And my girl says every night around 8 they get food except one nigga. He stays at the spot. That's when we get them." Chuck said. I nodded my head and said "Aight."
If I pay these feds off, then I most likely will get Janet back. That's all I care about.
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"I'm gonna knock. When that mothafucka comes to the door, I want you to blow the lock. I'll rush the spot and put the heat on that nigga" Chuck said loading the pistol as we had hoodies on, and we were in the car.
"What if somebody else is in there?" I asked.
"Kill them." He said and I didn't say anything, I just looked out the window.
He looked at me and said "Look, don't have me going up in there if we ain't official. Get me?"
"Man I'm good, let's just get this done." I said.
"Aight." He said as we got out the car.
We grabbed the pistols and got out of the car, about to get to the house when two police cars rushed us and said "FREEZE RIGHT NOW!"
"Fuck!" I yelled in frustration.
"Trevante Rhodes! Trouble follows you like a mothafucka don't it" I heard someone say, and I looked and seen it was my old parole officer.
