Back Thugs: Seven
Chapters (43)
  1. WAHIDA CLARK PRESENTS:
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Wahida Clark on Mental and Behavioral Health

My heart flip-flopped in my chest as the dark vehicle got one car behind me. I finally saw an exit, and I cut over three lanes, just barely being missed by two cars, and jumped off the freeway. Cars screeched to abrupt stops, just barely avoiding a big traffic accident. The car couldn’t get over to follow me. I let out a sigh of relief.

I drove in a circle until I was sure no one was tailing me, then I headed home, looking in my rearview mirror the entire time. I was freaking out.

Rushing into the house I yelled, “Faheem! Faheem!” My breathing was jagged, and I was flushed.

“What’s the matter, bae?” Faheem came out of the kitchen with a dish towel in his hand.

He was wearing an apron, looking alarmed.

I let out a deep breath. “Someone was following me.” I rushed into my man’s arms.

“What? Why didn’t you call? Did they follow you here?”

“No, I lost them on the highway. I was driving like a madwoman, swerving in and out of traffic. Baby, I was scared shitless.” I burst into tears. “I was really being followed.”

“Jaz, this is it. You’re going to have to come out of school until we get everything straightened out. I’m going to take you and Kaeerah over to Trae’s with everyone else. They have round-the-clock protection.”

This time I didn’t object.

FAHEEM

“You sure this is the only way to handle this; can’t we just move again?” Jaz asked, as I pulled up in front of the spot in Sag Harbor. “Why were they following me? Angel’s house getting shot up had nothing to do with us.”

“Jaz, baby I know. At least I think I know. We’ve got to get shit straight. It’s too hot right now and I don’t want anything to happen to you or our baby. I don’t have any answers.” We gave each other a deep kiss.

“Bye, Daddy,” Kaeerah said, kissing me on the cheek.

“Bye, baby girl.” I kissed my daughter back. “I’ll see you soon.”

As the Don’s men got their bags and escorted them inside the house, I felt an overwhelming anxiety. Life, as we knew it, was already changing. Jaz had a point. Angel’s house getting shot up shouldn’t have had anything to do with us. So, who tried to run Jaz off the road and why? How did they know it was her?