Chapter 388

think it might be the coke," I answered.

"Holy fuck," Gustavo said as he puts two of his hands on his head.

"Yeah, this is very bad, thousands of dollars worth of coke might be in the police custody," I stated.

"What are we going to do now?" Gustavo asked.

"I don't know, but I will head over to Black Mamba's place to come up with a plan," I answered.

"Okay, keep me posted," he said.

"Alright, I will," I replied.

I walked out of the room and walked downstairs, then I walked out of the room, I went over to where I parked my car and got in, I started my car and drove off, after a couple of minutes later, I arrived at Black Mamba's trap house, I parked my car opposite to the trap house and came down, I walked to the front door of the house, I opened the door and walked in, I scuttled over to the living room, as I got in, Black Mamba was smoking weed as soon as he saw me, he adjusted himself and put of the weed, I walked over to the couch in front of him and sat down,

We both greeted and shook hands.

"So, tell me everything Draco told you," I said.

"He didn't say much, he just told me he got arrested, and I didn't want him to snitch on himself, so I cut the call short," he replied.

"Okay, can you call the police station number back?" I asked.

"No, I don't think so," he answered.

"Okay," I muttered.

I clasped my hand together and looked down at the floor.

"If they caught him because of the coke he was carrying, I don't think we can bail him out,

"Or do much about the whole situation, because the drugs he was carrying was too much," I stated.

"Fuck," he muttered.

"Yeah, I think I will go see my lawyer, so that he can go and stand as Draco's lawyer in court," I stated.

"Okay, how can I help" he replied.

"Give me Draco's full name and the police station he is in, I think that is all my lawyer will need, just write down everything on a piece of paper for me," I stated.

"Alright," he muttered as he stood up from the couch, he walked out of the living room.

Minutes later he walked back into the living room and gave me a piece of paper, I took it from his hand, and kept it in my pocket, I brought out my phone and called my lawyer,

"Hey, Mr. Bruce, how are you doing," I greeted.

"Fine and you?" He replied.

"Great," I said.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" He asked.

"I have a case I want you to handle for me, are you in your office?" I asked.

"Yes," he responded.

"Okay, I will be in your office in the next one hour," I stated.

"Alright then," he replied.

I ended the call, I looked at Black Mamba,