Chapter 6
Don Juan knocked on the frontdoor of one of many of his trap houses in a rhythmic code. He glanced back at Threat who was standing behind him, but turned back to the door once he heard shuffling around and the locks being undid. The door pulled open and standing before them was a Hershey brown skinned nigga with a Mohawk. His eyes shifted from Don Juan and Threat before stepping aside so they could enter.
“What up, Don? What it do, Threat?” Jaquez greeted the twosome as they stepped through the door.
“What’s cracking, Jaquez?” Threat threw his head back as he passed him.
“Where’s Boxy?” Don Juan dapped him up.
“He’s in the kitchen.” Jaquez nodded over his shoulder.
Don Juan and Threat walked into the kitchen and found Boxy standing at the microwave cooking crack. Seeing the
