Damian
I walked into the trap to see everyone in the conference room. "Wassup, what happen?" I asked Chris. I sat down in my chair at the head of the table.
"Iight so you know the trap on 19th right?" I nodded. "They were robbed and everything is gone. Niggas made it out alive but nothin there"
"How the f**k is everyone alive, but my s**t gone?" I asked getting mad. I mean really, what happen? Did my niggas just let them mutherfuckas walk in and take my s**t?
"Man I don't know but good news is we got them on tape. And the trap didn't really have s**t cause they gave the money to me the day before and told me they needed more supply" I nodded again. Chris put the tape in and I watched closely.
I saw a nigga, shorter than me. Seem to be 5'9, dark skinned, and a snake tattoo going up
