Crossroads

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Dawaun

Sunday, 1:00 pm

Dawaun pulls up to an abandoned building, hops out his Mercedes, grabs his book-bag out the back closes his door and walks up the steps. He inserts the pin number into the door and pushes it open.

"Ayyyyyee! D! Wassgood big homie?!" Trey asked him.

"Aint shit dawg." Dawaun responded nonchalantly.

"Nigga you aint been here in a lil while. Aint been runnin' yo establishment!"

This was The Trap. Dawaun's trap

"Bruh, first off, shut the fuck up with dat yelling. Nigga you stay drunk. Dont say ya dumb ass isn't cuz I smell that shit. Second, I been lookin into some shit, lowkey."

"My bad, but what shit?"

"Nigga Chris got shot. You was hip right?"

"Yea, he been here a couple times since it happened. It was just an arm shot though right?"

"Yea nigga, but thats not the point. Who here?"

"Ummm, me, Tori & her lil squad, J Money, Kelo, and some of the lil inventory niggas. I never remember they names." He said with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Dawaun starts to walk past him up the stairs. "Get everybody in the basement in 10 minutes. Meeting time. And maybe you would remember if you wasn't always drunk you junky ass nigga."

"Nigga, I aint ALWAYS drunk. I dont give a fuck about they names. I remember carry this chrome though." He said lifting his shirt exposing the grip, handle and trigger.

"You cant aim if you drunk, and that default clip that come with the gun Aint goin save ya life." Dawaun laughs. "You need a mop nigga. Like me." Dawaun pulls his Glock 23 out and holds it by the end of its extended clip. "All 30 shots ready to be fired, compared to what? Your 12?"

Trey mugs him. "15 nigga, clip hold 14 and one in the chamber."

"Ohhhh, i'm so scared." He laughs and finished walking up the steps. He opens his office door and walks in.

He then turns to the right and walks down the hallway thats behind his desk, leading him up to a safe. He opens his book-bag and sets a couple stacks in the safe. About $100,000 give or take. He Then closes the safe and walks back to his desk.

Not a minute later J Money walks in and sits on the black leather couch on the wall across from his desk.

"Wassgood?" J Money asks.

"Just boolin man. Tryin figure out some shit." Dawaun answered.

"Where you been at though? Personally I haven't seen you in like a month."

"After Chris got shot I went lowkey. Trying piece some shit together. Trying find out where the nigga that shot him stay at and shit. It was only an arm shot, but I doubt he was aiming for his arm. Even if he didn't hit him, he still shot at my blood brothers. Thats Like, in the top 3 things thats goin get you killed."

"I hear you. So what you find out?"

"I'm bouta tell everybody in this meeting. Come on." He told him as he got up and exited his office walking downstairs into the basement.

As he got to the last few steps he heard everybody talking start to get quiet.

He took his place in front of everybody and looked at them. J Money stood right next to him, being one of his closest niggas.

"As everybody in here should know, our nigga Chris was shot about a month ago. Now I already know who did it. I knew since the day it happened." He explained.