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

Her goon came toward me. She raised her hand and spoke something in her language. He bowed and left as I made my way to the bathroom and closed the door. I looked around at the marble fixtures. Fuck the shower! I turned the water on in the Jacuzzi. I needed to scrub off that prison, the plane ride and I needed to shit, shave and think.

As I lay back enjoying the water massage, I knew there was no getting around it. For me to get her to do what I wanted her to do, I had to make a sacrifice.

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He picked the wrong time to show his arrogance. Me granting him his wishes made me look weak in front of my men whom I told to leave the room while I dealt with the situation. Mr. Macklin’s life was at stake, yet he’s more concerned about a clean set of clothes. Obviously, he was confident that I had his back. I had news for him. Before I made another move, I took out my cell phone and turned on the camera and placed it where I knew Trae wouldn’t be able to see it.

I tapped on the bathroom door and stepped inside, purposely leaving it cracked so that my cell phone could catch whatever I needed it to. He was in the Jacuzzi. “Are you almost done? We’re waiting on you?”

“I like the new look.”

His words caught me by surprise.

“Turn around.” He was gazing at my ass, at least what he could see.

“What about my face?”

“Turn around. I mean, that’s what you got it for, right? For muthafuckas to look at it.”

“We are waiting on you.”

He stood up, body dripping wet. His dick hanging. My pussy wouldn’t stop throbbing. I wanted his dick. I needed it. I needed him. But now was not the time.

“Turn around.” He stepped out the Jacuzzi, and I don’t know what came over me, but I did turn around, but it was to leave out. He placed his hand over mine as I was turning the doorknob.

“You had some serious work done on your ass. Why? It was fine the way it was. At least I thought so.”

“Mr. Macklin, we have business to discuss.” I went to slide out of the cracked door.

My hands were moist from the nervousness that came over me. I fought so hard to get him back and now that I was in his presence, I didn’t know how to handle it.