Casper

Darius Cook fell in love with breaking and entering. The thrill, the come-up, the silence before the score. Creepin' through windows and backdoors became second nature. What started as survival turned into a whole new hustle. He studied locks like textbooks or he'd just smashed the door in. What hits different, though, was when his small circle or even the neighborhood fiend chasing a quick fix was down to ride with him. That loyalty, that hunger? It fueled the game even more. To Darius, it wasn’t just burglary anymore it became a business. Darius Cook eventually slipped up. Mid-burglary, walking outside to the van, he got blindsided. A hard surprise tackle from Officer Abraham Rutherford sent him straight to the ground. Darius never saw it coming. The wrestling began but Darius lost... The cuffs came tight, and the moment turned cold and tense real quick. He did a little time, got out on probation... but Darius being Darius, didn’t stay quiet for long. Days later, a stupid move, he launched a spraycan straight at Officer Colt Faulkner **bang** nailed him clean in the head. Faulkner didn’t toss him back in a cell though not just yet. Nah... Faulkner got personal. Faulkner kicked the shit out of Darius. Street justice, officer-style. Then he threw him in the cell. Darius Cook still stands on “no love, no trust.” He keeps it solid, shows respect to those who earn it and the streets return the favor. But when it’s time to get gangster, everything flips upside down. Loyalty fades, masks come off, and survival mode kicks in.

// Later on

Darius Cook fixed up that abandoned spot, turned it into a full-blown trap house. Security cameras on every corner—he watches every in and out like a hawk. Doors chained, bolts ain’t no walk-ins throughout each door. He also earned his stripes the hard way, went heads up with Los Padrinos 13. Took an L twice, but they respected how he stood tall. Now he posted in Ganton, trap star status. Gangs show love, and the block knows his name. Darius Cook kept his mouth shut when the pressure came during interrogations. Detectives tried to twist his words, play mind games but he wasn’t going for it. He ain’t fold, ain’t flinch. He stood on business, solid the whole way through. Real ones know: silence speaks louder than statements. Plugs keep pullin' up, showin’ love to the trap ‘cause they know how Darius run it. It’s all smooth moves and fast flips even when the products stepped to it lowest. The system work too clean. And just like that, the trap show love back, everyone eatin’, respect go both ways.

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