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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

“Tasha, don’t even try it. I know you. Stay your ass down here. You need to be around the family. They traveled far to see you.”

“Fuck family, Angel! I’m sorry but that’s how I am feeling right about now. I told you I don’t feel well. The only family I want to see is my husband. And right about now, I need him more than anything.” Tears streamed from the corners of my eyes.

“Tasha, you know what? No! I am not going to ruin my peace and this family atmosphere that I worked so hard to create arguing with you! Yes! Go lie down for a few and get yourself together. But rest assured, Trae is a soldier. He’s good. You will see him soon. But I can see by your stinking attitude, you ain’t trying to hear any words of encouragement. Go and lock your angry ass in the basement for all I care. I don’t give a shit.” She waved me off and walked away.

That was exactly what I was going to do. Lock my ass in a room somewhere. I wasn’t feeling festive. All those pink balloons and streamers did nothing to uplift my mood. I climbed the stairs, made it to what used to be my old room, slammed the door, fell across the bed and allowed myself a good cry. It was just too hard to pull myself out of this slump.

FAHEEM

“All praise is due to Allah,” I whispered to myself.

I must constantly thank Him for getting myself and my family out of Atlanta safe and sound. I owe Him everything. I knew it was time to go after Jaz had Oni and Steele, the man who kidnapped my son because Oni and her brothers stole his drugs, killed. Well, she thought she had, but I was behind the scenes giving Snell the orders on how to carry out the murders. Now I was planning to kill everything moving that had anything to do with me losing my son and that included Steel’s people and Oni’s brothers. Leaving was the smartest move I could’ve made, because while initially I was telling Jaz to chill on the murders, once I tasted blood I wanted more. I was on my way to jail or hell if I had stayed another day seeking to avenge my son’s death. I thank Allah for giving me the strength to let go and leave. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do.