PLAYING WITH GUNS

In Gangland US we meet a boy named Drake who was raised by a single mother.See Drake grow from a small time dealer to a multi million drug empire gang leader.

CHAPTER ONE

 Queens, New York

The hood

West: What's up my nigga? 

Drake: Im all good my G!

West: You got the dope?

Drake: Yeah I do gotcha ya...

(Drake proceeds to take out a dime bag and handed it to West)

West: That shit you sent me last time was fire though!

Drake: I know. I grow my own shit now

West: That's dope my G.

(West proceeds to dap him up. As he left the dark alley)

Drake's house wasn't an ordinary house it was a trap house with alot of gang members in it and hoe's. At the kitchen we find all sorts of white powder and ingredients. At the back we find a room filled with Marijuana. 

Drake: Is the dope ready?

Jerome: Yeah man...

Jerome: Best white in the game. These white girls are gonna love it!

Drake: Put the brick in the safe when you're done i have an early order tomorrow

(Drake goes outside and calls his mom)

Drake: Hi mom

Sandy: Hey son. How are you doing?

Drake: I don't have time for chit chat mom I sent you some money why wouldn't you take it?!

Sandy: I ain't taking any of your blood gang money Drake.

Drake: Why mom? Let me take care of you

Sandy: I said no Dante!

Sandy: You rob, you steal, sell drugs that is not the son I raised...

Drake: I had to do this mom. Who else would have gotten you at the hospital?

Sandy: But you didn't have to. I told you that the Lord works in mysterious ways Dante

Drake: You know what it forget it!

(Drake hangs up the phone)

(Jerome walks outside the balcony towards Dante giving him a burner phone)

Drake: Who the fuck is this?!

(A mysterious voice answered the phone)

Anonymous caller: You fucked me over Dante and now you're gonna pay...

(Dante was left puzzled)

TO BE CONTINUED