Demari a 18 year old who only knows one way to take care of his mom and sister: Trapping. He is in love with a beautiful girl name India who is currently raising her younger brother by herself at 18 years old while tryna go through school. Demari u...
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//Demari POV //
The windows were down as we drove through Philly since it was nice out. India was looking around chilling. We were about 15 minutes from my cousins trap house. I let him know as I stopped at a red light.
"Aye bruh man you got a dollar to spare." I looked up to see a crackhead at my window.
"Nah chief" he sighed and walked off to the next as the light turned green. As I pulled off I noticed all the familiar surroundings.
When I was younger my mom and pops used to bring me up here to visit the rest of my moms side. Philly was a second home my cousin Omar who we boutta visit took me every where he like a year older than me so we, mad close.
As I drove pass the old corner my aunt used to live on I thought about the night about 5 years ago when the whole block was outside as Omär and me whooped some kids down the block ass in a dirty game of basketball correction streetball. It was wild people making bets and all.
I shook my head as we I pulled into the driveway of my cousins trap. India set up as she saw the guys standing at the gate of the warehouse. This nigga I knew as Bones approached the car.
"Was good my nigga K-9? Haven't seen you in a while?" He said giving me dap.
"Yeah you know here to see O." I nodded my head to the fence
"Right see you later" he went and opened the gate to the warehouse as I drove in and closed it behind me.
"You good?" I asked India parking the car by the front.
She looked around a lot seeing the big warehouse and guys standing outside. After a while she said " Yeah just thought it was gone be smaller. Your cousin own this?" She asked unbuckling.
I nodded "yeah kinda you ready" I said boutta get out but she pulled my arm.
"No let me change my shoes real quick." I watched her slide out her slides and put on her forces real quick. I looked at her and told her to zip up her hoodie. The men here don't be respectful and I hate to have to put them in check over my girl.
After she did all that we got out I popped my trunk with India beside me. I pulled up the lining and pulled out the three duffel bags.
" Here carry this for me" I said passing her one of the bags. She took it with no questions and stood there waiting for me.
I grabbed my glock out my personal bag and and tucked it in my waistband. Just in case some pop off from the outside. I closed my trunk grabbed both bags in my left and took India's hand in my right.
I walked over to the door get head nods and wassup K-9 from everybody outside before I entered.
Once we walked in I heard that annoying nigga I call my cousin already yelling.
