Free Trapstar 3 by Blake Karrington

caught during the spring. When Jonathan told him he needed him to help out with a situation, and that a nice piece of money was involved, naturally, he jumped at the opportunity. Mainly because he was Brianna’s little brother, and more than likely it wasn’t anything serious.
    When Kasy walked into the dining room and saw all of the guns out on the table, he glanced over at Jonathan with a surprised look on his face. It kind of caught him off guard to see Jonathan with all that heavy artillery.
    “What the Fuck is y’all lil niggas about to do?” Kasy asked, looking around the room at A.J. and Kevin who were locked in and loading their weapons.
    “We about to take something down, old head. I got a nice lick lined up right now,” Jonathan told Kasy. “I could use an extra man on this one. That’s why I called you.”
    Kasy stood there, shocked to hear this coming from Jonathan. It wasn’t all that long ago that Jonathan graduated from high school and was supposed to be a college boy. This was a major step up in the street life for him, but from the looks of things, it seemed that he was all in. One thing Kasy hardly ever turned down was the chance to make some quick money, so it didn’t take much convincing from Jonathan to get Kasy on board.
    “Y’all lil niggas is crazy,” Kasy said, picking up the blunt out of the ashtray. “Tell me what da lick read,” he said, taking a pull of the weed.
    Jonathan broke it down in the lowest degree on what was about to transpire. The homework that he did on this take down was perfected to the tee. He had precise timing and accurate locations of where he wanted to strike. Anyone who got in the way of what he was trying to accomplish during the lick were subject to be shot. This was the kind of work that was right up Kasy’s alley. Jonathan even reminded Kasy of himself when he used to take down money getting niggas back in the day.
    “Look, lil nigga. Ima ride wit you on dis one, but you better not say a word about this to ya sista,” Kasy smiled, throwing a playful jab at Jonathan.
    They all busted out laughing at the joke, but Kasy was the first one to stop laughing. “Nah lil nigga, I am serious about ya sister,” Kasy said, looking around the room to make sure he had everyone’s understanding on what he had just said.
    “Yeah, I got you,” Jonathan responded, nodding his head in agreement. “Now, let’s get dis money, my nigga,” he said, grabbing the Backwood from Kasy and taking a pull.
     
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    Lorraine stood in the bathroom mirror looking at the bruises on her face. The cut on her top lip looked like it needed stitches, but Lorraine wasn’t about to be sitting up in the hospital looking stupid. Southern women were tough as nails, and most of the time, domestic disputes were handled in house. If a man put his hand on a woman from the south, he sure as hell better sleep with one eye open for a while. Lorraine didn’t show it much, but Herman knew that she was a little crazy. That’s why he hadn’t been back in the house since he left a couple of hours ago.
    “Who in the hell is that?” Lorraine mumbled, hearing the house phone ring.
    She walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom and grabbed the phone off her nightstand. “Hello!” she answered, looking out her bedroom window for any signs of Herman.
    “Hey Mom,” Brianna responded. “Is everything ok? You sound tense… I was just calling to see if you was coming today?”
    “Coming where, baby?” Lorraine asked, patting the cut on her lip with a warm washrag.
    “To court, you know the D.A. is going to cross examine Charrise today!”
    Lorraine was silent. She had forgotten about the trial after the drama with Herman.
    “Mom! Are you still there?” Brianna asked, noticing the dead silence.
    “Yes, I am still here, baby. I don’t think I am gonna make it today. I want to, but Herman was supposed to be taking me somewhere in a bit,” Lorraine lied. “Just call and let me know