Lamar looked up to see what was pressing against his forehead. A nine millimeter semi-automatic was what it was. As he took in the cold nature of the gun, the fear finally settled in. Fear was a new feeling for the "fearless" LD.
How did Lamar get into this mess exactly?
It all started on a Monday morning when Lamar was still in bed. He woke up to hear the sound of his ringtone, a Bone Thugs-N-Harmony song. He grabbed his phone off of his nightstand to see who it was.
Unknown number is calling...
Lamar pressed the accept call button, rubbing his watery tired eyes. "Hello?" He asked, yawning.
"Lamar Davis! Hey man, I just heard some serious shit Ballas are planning." The unknown number said.
"Who is this?" Lamar questioned.
"You don't need to know. All you need to know is that the Grove Street Ballas are planning to take Forum Drive as their own territory, and take out you and your boy Franklin Clinton." The unknown number warned Lamar.
"What the fuck? Where'd you get this information homie? Shit." Lamar muttered in shock.
"Listen man, I'm just here to tell you. They're planning it on Thursday, and watch your back man." The unknown number hung up.
"Shit." Lamar muttered.
Lamar ran to go grab his gun and get out the door. He got in his van and started driving to 3671 Whispymound Drive of Vinewood Hills.
He pulled up to the house and went to knock on the door. No response.
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A Fucked Up Situation
FanfictionWhen Lamar gets himself into another fucked up situation, it makes him and Franklin question things. Lamar questions whether or not he makes good choices and Franklin questions if he can get Lamar out of this situation.
