You and Jamari have been hanging out in private, he’s your sneaky link. Late night calls, sleeping over at each other’s houses. Ain’t nobody know. But there was a reason why. Jamari is in a gang, doing shit he ain’t supposed to be doing.

One night you stayed the night, you walked out of his bedroom, wearing his shirt. You saw him on the couch counting a mountain of money, a couple people sitting around him.