Casper

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Darius Cook was making waves... both in the rap game and the streets. His name was starting to ring out, tracks getting plays, money moving through his hands. The drug game had given him a foothold, but it wasn't enough. There was something else pulling at him... something darker, more dangerous. The gun business. That’s where the real power was. Not just the money but.... the influence... The fear... The respect. Quietly, he started laying the groundwork. Building connects, earning trust, watching who moved what and where. He learned the trade like he learned everything else... step by step, chess not checkers. Darius Cook was on the come up, but he wasn’t reckless. Every move was calculated, every risk measured. The rap game gave him fame, the drug game gave him cash... but the gun business? That was legacy money. He didn’t care about squeezing a trigger. That was for crash dummies. What he cared about was moving weight, no matter the form. Coke, pills, or steel... it was all supply and demand. And in his city, demand never slept.

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//Later on.

Two weeks later.

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Chapter 6: Family Over Everything Dairus Cook just signed a major record deal, putting his music career on the map while still holding it down in the streets. The trap stays booming, and the hustle hasn’t slowed down... if anything, it’s expanded. He’s got a new crew behind him: the ruthless Slime Sisters and a couple of solid riders he now calls brothers. Always ten toes down but eyes on the prize, Dairus recently cashed out on a blacked-out SRT Hellcat, leaving tire marks all over Los Santos. Whether he’s skrrting through Vinewood or laying tracks in the booth, one thing's for sure ... Cook’s name rings bells in every part of the city. Dairus Cook is no stranger to the grind or the spotlight. With a fresh record deal under his belt and the streets still calling, he's playing both sides of the game like a pro. The trap never sleeps, and neither does he. Whether it's music or dope, business is always booming. By his side are the Slime Sisters.... ruthless, calculated, and loyal to the core. They're more than just muscle or street brains... they’re family, the kind you trust with your life and your secrets. Dairus treats them like blood, and they move like a unit built on loyalty and legacy. Anybody crossing them might not live to regret it. Every now and then, Dairus disappears for a few days but... not because he’s laying low, but because he's running high-stakes plays across state lines, moving heavy weight through a drug trafficking route that only a few even know exists. It’s risky, but the payoffs are major. When he returns to Los Santos, he slides back in behind the wheel of his blacked-out SRT Hellcat, windows tinted, engine growling.... a ghost in motion. AKA Casper.

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