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Lamar and his team were right back to getting money. They had killed Slam, Roc Wilda, and was looking for Redz because he had a date with death. Despite that, Lamar was in better position to get to his ten million without meddling from washed-up thugs. Since the war began, he regretted nothing. The way he saw it, he was less likely to see his daughter again anyway, knowing Nikia would have probably run off with her. He had yet to figure out where she and her mother was hiding. From Lamar’s perspective, the only rule to a war was to win, so he’d find and eliminate them.
Just before he left out of his new home shared with Amilli in Aberdeen, Maryland, he grabbed his keys and kissed an expecting Amilli on her forehead. He told her that he’d be back in a couple of hours. She had resigned from the Philadelphia Prison System and was planning to open a restaurant to wash Lamar’s dirty money.
Lamar joined Trap and Hamma, who waited outside for him. After the brief small talk, Lamar looked down at his cell phone and saw a message from Gunna’s number. He checked it. It was a video. he watched it and paused.
“Y’all look at this shit?” Lamar said to his crew.
“What you lookin’ at?”
They watched a video of Gunna shooting Lamar, and Lamar was reminded of the postcard that he’d received in the mail weeks earlier. Someone had their eye on him and it was abundantly clear they were recording him. What did they have? And who had him in their crosshairs? That nigga had tried to take me out after all I’ve done for him.
“What the fuck,” Hamma said, frowning. “I knew this nigga was a snake, but who sent you the video?”
“One thing for sure, not Gunna, even though, it’s coming from his number.”
“Someone is playing games,” Trap said. He then added, “I’ll never do anything to cross you like that nigga did, dog. Real shit. I love you like a brother. You a real good nigga, and you don’t really find too many all-around good dudes no more.”
“It’s a lot of good corny ass niggas out here, but you keep it a hunnit. So, to me, we more than a team, we family. Whenever our names get called or them Feds come scoop us, just remember, we family.” Hamma spoke from his heart, looking his boys in their eyes.
Lamar paced back and forth, realizing that he had to make some major changes. His first order of business was to get rid of Nikia. She knew too much and had to go.
“Did you get the info on Slam’s funeral?” Lamar asked Trap.
“No doubt.”
“We there. I’mma bury Nikia with her daddy.” He was angry and prepared to take it out on anyone.