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  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

After twenty-four hours, I realized we were being detained. I hadn’t kept my word because I had to go back and forth to California to get Trae out of jail and to get Tasha and the kids to New York. Obviously, Mr. Li didn’t keep his word that he would leave our families and us alone. The Don had been right. There had been a price on our heads. But now it looked as if Don Carlos had handed us to Mr. Li on a silver platter. I hated it when Red was right.

“It’s not funny, Kaylin. I’m not feeling this trip.” She told me. “And you are not listening to me. I’m scared.”

“Red, come on, yo. Scared of what? I’m going to be good. I will be back with you before you know it.”

“Baby I went online and looked up Beijing and my heart dropped. China is the so-called People’s Republic, but it is a Communist country. Our Black men don’t have rights here in the states. With all the wholesale killing of Black men, and the police always getting away with it; what chance do you have in China if something goes wrong?

Chapter Twenty-Eight

SEVEN

I kept thinking back to that night when Faheem came by the house. I went over every word he said in our conversation. I remembered every detail. What really endeared me to him was while I was on the phone negotiating and Carlito woke up and started crying. I was headed to get my baby, when Faheem halted me by holding up his hand.

Surprisingly, Faheem went in the bedroom and scooped Carlito up, brought him back into the living room and soothed him, walking him back and forth while I talked business. My baby fell back to sleep quickly. He took Carlito back into his bedroom, and then returned to the living room. That meant everything to me and I could see where Kevin got it from. This man was not only the leader of his crew, he was a husband and a father. His wife sure was one lucky chick. I wonder if he creeps around on her? If not, I would damn sure persuade him to.

I ended my call. “We are in!” I raised my hand and gave Faheem a high-five. One of those types of high-fives you give when your point guard scored that dunk. “They are calling us back with the meeting place and time. Damn, I’ma boss! If I had you on my team a few years ago, I’d probably be retired by now.”

Faheem gave that smile. “I see a lot of me in you, Seven. We never retire. We may take a breather, but retire? Never. What’s your story? Why are you doing this? You have a son. A legit business. Are you sure you are ready to take this risk?