TAKEN

Trey Day Pt. 1

Photo of Kody for Trey's event and her exotic wear for her dances included in MM.

August

A Few Days Later/Trey's Event Day

"Box of soda, red and gold (red and gold)

Arm and Hammer (Arm and Hammer)

Do the microwave and stove,

Armed wit' hammers

Trap girl on my phone,

She like, 'What's the matter?' (What's the matter?)

Goin' hard, just ran outta' Arm and Hammer

She like, 'Bae, I'm at the sto' (At the sto'),

What'chu want?' (What I want)

You should know - Sandwich bags and Arm and Hammer

Wit' a scale I'm goin' hammer (Ham-mer)

Trap jumpin' (Act a donkey)

I got junkies watchin' burglar bars and cameras"

Bouncing slightly in my seat to the beat, I bobbed my head to Arm and Hammer by Kevin Gates as it blasted throughout my Range Rover at a high volume - The bass caused vibrations to travel throughout. Sneak was in the passenger's seat, bobbing his head as well, moving his hands around as he rapped along. We'd just left the bank not too long before so I could deposit some money before I hit the trap and dropped off more work. I licked my lips, turning on the street of the main trap house.

"Let 'em in, shut the burglar, lock the deadbolt. Nigga try it, I got that iron... Make ya' head smoke." I rapped along, looking over the busy street as I cruised down it.

I slowly pulled up at the trap, turning my steering wheel slightly to park at the side of the road. A few of my boys were already on the porch, waiting on my arrival. Some of them stood, while others stayed seated - But, they all were sure to scan the street from its beginning to its end. They always looked out for a nigga, being sure to watch my back when I'd come down. Leaving my keys in the ignition after parking, I opened my door and hopped out, allowing the loud music to flood the street. Slipping my phone in my pocket, I observed my surroundings through my dark shades as I got looks from bystanders.

Receiving a couple greetings from people passing, I nodded my head before opening my backdoor. I reached in and grabbed a black duffle bag, sliding it from the black and red seat. After slipping the strap of the duffle onto my shoulder, I closed the door and made my way toward the house. I jogged up the stairs and dapped my workers on the porch before walking inside.

I greeted more of my workers as I walked past the lounging area and into the work space.

"Wahnnnn!" I yelled out, making my presence known.

Deuce looked over to me from his station, bringing his working to a pause, "I knew that was yo' ass outside bumpin', vibratin' the whole block and shit." He joked, smiling while pulling his plastic gloves off.

I chuckled slightly, grabbing onto his hand he had extended to me to slap palms and do our lil' handshake. "You know that's my pretty muthafucka killin' niggas wit' that slap today." I didn't really name my cars normally, but I was just so proud of my Rover that I'd gotten into the habit of referring to her as my 'Pretty Muthafucka.' My bitch was bad.

I slid the duffle bag from my shoulder and tossed it to him. Due to the weight of the product, he gave me a look once he caught it. "Damn, nigga. This heavy than a bitch. Feel like you got two midgets in this muh'fucka." He said, placing the bag on the station as we laughed.