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The gun was still in my hands and aimed at his temple because I wanted hi like a a had to have run with Reggie or soa was probablyto raise Khari Word on the street was that he was looking at a life sentence, so he probably had one of his little niggas come to take me out on his behalf That shit was fuckin’ crazy because even if this nigga did kill ie still wouldn’t be able to have a relationship with Khari I went ahead and removed some of the pressure I had on his chest so he could tell me who sent him

“Don’t kill irl at hoa cried

I laughed, like really fuckin’ laughed because I was pissed that he even thought I gave a fuck about his bitch and his child, when a few seconds ago, he didn’t give a fuck about mine

“And I don’t? I got two kids, one on the way, plus I got a wife! What o, when you had that gun trained on me, you basically said fuck a! Who the fuck sent you? I ain’t asking again, because the next tiun that you tried to take me out with!” I barked

“Pastor Davidson… he he sent me Listen, man I don’t I don’t knohat for He offered avein an efficiency with et us a nice apartment I knoas stupid, but I was desperate, and I needed the money,” he said

He was crying the whole ti to lie, when he said that Normani’s father was responsible for this hit, ie was behind this shit I had this nigga so pressed that he would stoop this low and try to take a was really a motha fuckin’ fraud out here He stood his ass up there on that pulpit, preaching all that shit to people when he was a whole conspiracy assto lie, this shit was co a double life

“When the next ti to be at the church?” I asked

“Toht for bible study Please, man!” he cried

“Yo, shut the fuck up! Doing all this fuckin’ begging, sounding like a little ass bitch! Next tirown man’s job, you let the about yo’ fuckin’ son and yo’ bitch when you sold them out for twenty bands All yo’ family worth to you is twenty bands? That ain’t shit! One of my wife’s Birkins cost thatto kill you is that you not a threat tonot to kill you don’t have shit to do with your ol’ lady and your son They wouldn’t have been the firstand fatherless child in Aive it back to yo’ granddaddy,” I said and threw the shit at hih force on him to break his fuckin’ face

I walked away froot in et a nigga’s attention, well he had it noould pull up on that nigga tomorrow and pay him a little visit

Even with the shit that just happened, I still took ot the shit ain, telling me to just come home and that she didn’t need the items anyht about whether I would tell Nor to stress her out with this shit, so I probably wouldn’t say shit If she found out, it would be from her bitch ass daddy, and not from me

I pulled the car into the driveway and parked on the side of Norroceries from the backseat, and headed up the driveway The second I was in the house and walking into the kitchen, I heard footsteps co her way down I went into the kitchen, set the bags down, and in no tierator, posted her back against it, she looked over at me

“They ain’t have the brand of whipped creaet another brand,” I said as I pulled the ites for her

I knew Norure out what I wasn’t telling her The oure this shit out all on her own She looked down at the tan colored Gucci sneakers I earing, and I looked too It ain’t hit me until then that there were little specks of blood on them

“Is that blood on your shoes, Billionaire?” she asked, da