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the sliding glass door opening. I looked up to see Samantha, wearing a sexy see through Victoria’s Secret lace teddy, with no panties on, staring at me with her horny face on. I pulled her close to me and kissed her small but sexy baby bump. Yeah! My baby was a few months pregnant so no matter what the outcome was with my acts of vengeance, I had a legacy on these streets. Now that a baby was on the horizon, I knew that that was where all of my focus had to reside. She looked me in my eyes and smiled bashfully, as she could see my genuine love for her.
         “Who did you give my big penis to last night?”
         I looked at her and smiled knowing she was dead serious. Even though she gave me permission to have sex with other women, since I was just getting out of prison, she  definitely did it to satisfy me, because like most women she is extremely territorial. I bent down and kissed her.
     
             
     
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         “Nobody else can make me feel like this, Samantha. I love you, angel.”
    Her eyes watered as I rubbed her stomach. As tears began to run down her face. They began to run down mine, too. We cried together, which added another level to our bond.
    Chapter 15
                                                                     [Somewhere in Atlanta]
          “That boy Sajuan owed me seventy five stacks, and I wanted my cheddar. The streets said his woman probably got him whacked because she ended up getting everything. I don’t care if she had killed him or not. All I knew was that she now owed me a hundred and fifty stacks be-cause of all the time I had been forced to wait for mine. She pays or she dies.”
            Snowman looked at Messiah and shrugged his shoulders as purple haze smoke seeped out of his nose and mouth.
         “Alright, baby boy. That’s what it is. Who we sending to talk to her?”
         Messiah sat back in his chair looking more like a star NBA player than one of the biggest drugs dealers ever to roam the streets of Atlanta. He stood  6’6”, weighing about two hundred and thirty pounds. His fresh corn rolls and huge diamond encrusted chain and pendant screamed “money” to anybody who looked his way. He took a deep inhale of his Cuban cigar and smiled.
         “Send that dapper boy Dickey. That boy’s wardrobe will disarm her. After y’all get the money, leave Dickey in B-More forever. I don’t trust him ‘cause he knows too much about me and my brother’s business. When the heat comes if he snitches we’ll both be done. So make sure you take all of his books too.
         Snowman took a long sip of peach Ciroq as purple haze smoke seeped out of his nose. He looked at Messiah and smirked. Snowman is one of Messiah’s most reliable soldiers. The difference with Snowman is that he possesses the same ambitions that have put Messiah where he is. So, Snowman is a kingpin in his own right, and is copping no less than fifteen bricks every three weeks. He’s also a hitman too with his partner O.D.
         “That’s what it is then. After my studio session tonight to finish up my Dying to Trap mix tape, we’ll go up to murder land and show them boys how us real country boys play this game.”
         Messiah laughed as he handed Snowman a huge wad of hundred dollar bills.
         “Take your goons shopping and put some extra cash in their pockets before y’all go. Satisfied soldiers create dedicated, loyal killers.”
     
    Chapter 16
     
                     “There he go,  there he go.”
     
         I followed Redman’s eyes across the street until they landed on Ronny King, who had been one of the jurors during my trial. I smiled at the sight of him. During my trial he had always been so sharply dressed; now he was a bum on drugs. We had heard that he was over this way, and we had been looking for him for the past couple of days. I looked at