{Posted 28th September 2024}
{Edited 11th October 2024}
Lamar Kingston//Killa
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Around 12:15pm I left the house and made my way to the trap house. Omar didn't say why I had to come and neither did he say it was important so fuck that.
I safely made it to the place and walked towards the elevator that would take me down to the trap house. I got of the elevator and walked to Omar's office. I opened the door to find Black and Tai there too. "Whas going on?" I asked them.
"Time to investigate this shit. We taking it too slow which ain't normal." Omar said from behind his desk with his feet plopped on top of the table. "You right." I sighed and went to go sit on one of the sofas. We each had our own office. Big, spacious and well designed. Soon K3 walked in with a pair of black ripped jeans, baby blue dress shirt and baby blue air force 1's. "Sup." He fist pumped us all. I didn't understand why he was here until he started speaking. "Turns out the same gang y'all tryna catch is the same gang who caused the shoot out back in February at my party." He said as he sat on one of the chairs.
"How'd you find out?" Tai asked. "I've been doin' a lil investigation myself. Cara was doing deep clean around the house yesterday and found this." He took a crumbled-up paper out if his pocket and handed it to me. "Read it aloud." Omar ordered so that's what I did. "Is just the beginning son. Watch out. I'm coming for y'all. Don't try anything you gon regret. From HR." I finished reading. Fuck.
"What the fuck?!" I scrunched my face up. This wasn't making sense. "This don't make sense. What they mean they coming for us. How did they know we were gon be at your house that day." Black asked, confusion written all over his face. "Dee was there remember. I'm sure he told them because he was a double ganger." I spoke still looking at the paper. Someone was fucking messing with us.
"They in LA. Individuals. And they knows who we are." K3 said looking at me. Shit I was really getting annoyed because we had no lead on them. "Don't we have a lead or sum?" Omar shoke his head. He too was pissed and annoyed. I just wanted to find out who the fuck is taking us for a joke. "Eh y'all know about the mystery girl? I remember Dee once told me about some mystery girl that used to be in HR." K3 said. He really was doing his research. He was a honest, trustable, relatable and loyal member of my gang. Never once did he make me question his loyalty. That's what you call a brother.
"Yea we know about that. Just don't know who she is. Her initials. How she look. Nun. Worse part is we don't even know how Dippa and Rugrat look like. This is fucking annoying mane." I sucked my teeth and pulled out a cigarette. I lit it up and took a drag from it. "Dayum that's crazy." K3 shook his head. "How Cara doing. She okay after seeing that paper." I asked him. "Yea she fine. She wants to move after seeing that. She don't feel safe." he sighed.
"You gon do it?" Tai asked. "Yea." He nodded his head. After a few minutes of silence Omar spoke. "We only got one option right now." He said dead serious. His face held no emotion whatsoever. "What?"
He sighed and rubbed his face in frustration. "We gon need to call her...or him." That's all he had to say for me to immediately give an answer. I knew who he was talking about.
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"No." I took another drag from my cigarette. "Boy don't fucking play with me. Shits going crazy here. Any one of us could be in danger and you saying no? Fuck you. I don't fucking care. I'm calling him or her and that's all that fucking matters here." Omar said angrily. I found out a year ago that my biological dad lives in South London. He's a single dad and has two kids. An eldest daughter who's 22 and a son who's 19. Their mother died in a car accident two years ago. How I know this, saw my dad last year when I went to South London for business. I'm like the exact spitting image of him, but just the younger version.
Reason Omar's saying he's gonna call my sperm donor or half-sister is because they run the biggest gang in whole UK and Chicago. And another reason he's saying he gon call one of them is because they know secret gangs. They involved in cartels, mafias, drug companies and shit. Basically, they know a lot about. I took a deep breath before speaking.
"I don't wanna talk to the nigga neither do I wanna talk to that bitch." I said. "Like I said. I don't fucking care. Either you call one of them or I do. Choose." He was annoyed with my childishness. "Shits on the line here and you letting your fucking grudges get in the way. Stop being a fucking pussy and make that phone call." He growled. "Now now. Don't come hea and call me a pussy. I'm not the one who suggested to call them. If you wanted to do, why you ain't do it a long time. Like I said. No. Ion want none of them involved." I raised my voice higher. This was gonna end up bad.
"Killa man. Look, as much as you don't wanna do it, you gotta. I can talk to them...or call them. If it means I have to go down to South London, I'ma do it. What did mom say. Don't hold grudges against them. What happened in the past happened and we can't do anything but accept. So, stop being a fucking pussy." Black spoke. Every time I looked at him, I saw the little boy who I used to hush to go sleep every time he would ask where our dad was. Every time look at him, I see the vulnerable young boy who would snap me back to reality and tell me to fix my behavior. It's crazy when people find out he's younger than me. And it hurts to say that I brought him down a path of death. One where he has to see his big bro get deadly to survive. All this shit was starting to get to me.
"What's it gon be?" Omar asked. It took me a few minutes before I replied. "I'll do it." I spoke. It felt like a weight has been lifted of my shoulder. One I didn't know I was carrying. "So that's it for now. Tell us when U called one of them and if you didn't by Sunday, me and you gon have a gun battle." Said Omar. I sucked my teeth and stood up. I said bye to everyone and walked off.
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