Christopher Brown was a born into a Christian household , taught and followed the bible since could talk. You wouldn't be the son of the church anywhere but in service on Sunday beside Pastor, His father. It was one night, that turned into somethi...
Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee. ~Exodus 20:12
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Donte 4pm
My ways didn't start with me, started with my grandfather. He was the baddest nigga growing up. He ran his gang up on the north side before he rotted in jail and my dad took over. My dad don't do it no more, but that doesn't mean it didn't affect a lil kid like I was. What's left is to hope it don't kill my ass.
Since my dad gave it up, my Uncle Damien run the shit up at the same place so I heard, and this nigga held everything we needed, we just had to talk to him now.
Me, followed by Aug and Modei walk up to the rusty ass door. "This shit sketchy" August said. "You sure this the right place ?" Modei followed his statement.
"I'm sure, and this shit supposed to be discreet, you can't expect a nice ass mansion type shit" I respond. I couldn't let them know I was scared too. Therefor, I cleared my throat and knocked on the door at least 4 times til the door came open, anigga with a red bandana covering his face "Fuck you want?!" He looked me up and down. I stood up straight trying not to look intimidated "I'm looking for Damien"
"The fuck you want with Damien nigga --" "Chill he's his nephew" Modei defended me. The nigga looked at me again after looking at Modei "Follow me" He said walking in. I looked back at Modei. "You're smart ass mouth gonna get us killed around here-" "No, you being nonchalant with gang members is gonna get us killed out here--" "Just be quiet and let me and Aug take care of it" I say. She held her hands up defensively before following us as we walked in.
We followed him through a dark ass hallway through a open area of niggas moving bricks on racks, They look mugged us a we walked through stopping to see why the fuck we were there. We then entered a room, the sound of screaming pierced my ears. 2 nigga holding a shotgun each, and my Uncle with a Machete in his hand , interrogating the nigga.
"P-Please don't kill me please-"
"I'm sick of yo cryin nigga, I told you about fucking with my money B!"
He points it at his neck
"Where the fuck is my money!?--"
"I don't have it! I spent it on stuff for my kids man, please man I got kids --"
