CHAPTER SEVENHearing knocks at his door, Drennen stopped cleaning his .45 automatic handgun and set it aside along with the copper bullets, magazines, and items used to clean it. Pulling up the right leg of his slacks, he un-holstered the .32 handgun that was there and chambered a live round into it. Cautiously, he crept up to the door and placed his shoulder up against the side of it. He pulled the curtain back slightly and eased his head out. Right there at his door, he found that nigga Omar holding onto a black leather briefcase. Identifying his guest, his shoulders slumped and his breathing steadied. Afterwards, he unchained and unlocked the door, pulling it open. He dapped up Omar and allowed him in over the threshold and into his apartment, shutting the door behind him.
“What up, O
