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

I knew he was back out there grinding in the streets. He knew just as well as I did, the risk that goes with that. I didn’t know what had my spirits down the most, him in the streets, or me having the miscarriage because of taking some deadly birth control pills behind his back. The two sins were neck and neck. Both resulting in possible death. Our child was a testament to that.

My phone vibrated. It was Faheem.

“Hey,” I said, fighting not to choke up.

“Jaz? What’s up? Y’all okay?” Faheem sounded gruff, as if I had just woke him up. My heart sank to my stomach. Where is he sleeping?

“I’m still spotting.”

“When do you get checked out again?”

“Thursday.”

“Good.”

“Kaeerah has been asking about you. Come see us. Plus, we need to talk.”

“Tell her daddy loves her, and I’ll be there in a couple of days.” With that, Faheem hung up.

Was our marriage over or what? It definitely felt over.

CHARLI LI

I had already spoken to my contact at the Chinese Embassy to verify that Trae was being held at the Black Camp. I was not leaving him in there to rot. I just couldn’t do it. I was too in love with Trae. I’m talking deeply in love with Trae. He was my man. Or at least he would be once I got finished with my plan. I immediately began to pack. My first stop would be the Chinese Embassy. I had to beat my father over there. Thank God, Beijing was his last stop.

TASHA

I knocked on Angel’s bedroom door. We had five spacious bedrooms. One for me, Angel, Jaz, Kyra, the boys, and the girls. Using a sofa bed, we had turned the dining room into sleeping quarters. It was like one big sleepover all the time. We were enjoying ourselves under the circumstances. Aunt Marva had just moved out. She said it was too much activity here for her. But if we needed her, all we had to do was call and she’d be back. With Angel being pregnant and Kyra and me just having our baby girls, the kids would be all around the same age, growing up together.

“Have you heard anything?” I asked Angel. The men where initially supposed to be gone for two weeks, but I told Trae not to come home until everything was resolved. And clearly, he had taken that to heart. At this point, we hadn’t spoken to them in over a month.

“Tasha, please. I know you are on pins and needles just as much as I am. If I heard something I would have rushed and told you.”

“Girl, I know it. It doesn’t hurt to wish. This shit is beginning to feel like déjà vu.”