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"What you mean y'all were never married," Patrick yelled through the phone. I sighed, "Exactly as I said." He began to ramble on when a brilliant idea popped into my head. "Aye Pat I know how you still can take my father down," I said. "Yea I'm listening," he said. I started off, "Well since you wanna take down my father's business, we should find a way to distract Hakeem." I continued to tell him the plan. He suddenly hung up the phone and said we'll discuss this again soon. I don't know why he wanted to end my father's business so bad but shit he paying so i ain't asking questions.

Hakeem POV

"So gimme the scoop," I asked one of my boys in Miami. "Seems like ya nephew wanna take ya brother out. Dumb ass nigga just don't know me and ya brother go way back," Pat said. We talked for a few minutes then ended the conversation. I got out the car and went in the house to see Asia at the door waiting on me. "Hey daddy baby," I said kissing her face. "Asia! Where you at," Brazil screamed through the house. I decided to let her look a little longer just for the hell of it. We sat at the table as Brazil continued to look for her. "Hakeem, put Asia down and help me find Asia," she screamed. She then turned around and started laughing. "I can't stand you or Asia," she said rolling her eyes. I looked in the microwave and seen a plate of ribs, baked macaroni, cabbage, and cornbread. I warmed it and got a beer out the refrigerator. I went into the the living room where Brazil was braiding Asia's hair and watching "The Princess and the Frog." Yes, Brazil redecorated my whole house but I ain't tripping. I fed Asia a spoon of macaroni, "This good Zil." She gave me a small smile. We watched the movie until Brazil was done with Asia's hair. I then put lil bit to bed while Zil straightened up the living room.

After putting Asia to bed, I went back to the living room with Zil. She was watching some shit called "Man vs Food." I personally hated the show. Ain't enough money in the world to fuck my stomach up like that! "Zil Arie, we need to talk," I said scaring her.  She paused the tv and turned her attention to me. "Baby, do ya daddy know a Nigga name Patrick in Miami," I asked. She thought about it for a second. Then her eyes got buck.

Brazil POV

"Describe him cause I know we ain't thinking of the same Patrick," I said. "He tall, dark skin, bearded, a real dapper ass nigga kinda put you in the mind of a lawyer or something ," he said looking at me. I sighed, "Patrick is basically my uncle. He Tracy's babydaddy. It ain't any bad blood. Honestly I wish he was still around. He left once Paris got locked up. He always did business in Miami but now he permanently there. How you know him?" Hakeem began to explain how he knew Patrick and why he asked me did my daddy know him. I started laughing, "Marcellus just don't know them three old men the three amigos. They will end him. Hmmmm I gotta plan. Matter fact call Patrick and I'm finna call Marcellus.