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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

Charles Li? Damn. What a way to go out. And he walked right into the trap? The boss got his throat slashed while his dick was hanging out of his pants. In a matter of seconds, Charles Li was gasping for air and choking on his own blood. The assassin holding the knife, placed the bloody blade to his lips, confirming or signaling that this was a silent assassination carried out Carlos Cartel style. Another man motioned for me and Trae to follow him. We were whisked down the stairs and into a car.

Our business in Shanghai was done.

FAHEEM

Reunited. I peered through the binoculars as the helicopter smoothly touched down on the helipad of Don Carlos’s mansion on the outskirts of New Orleans. His mansion was housed on what looked like an old plantation. The porch wrapped almost around the entire house, or shall I say the veranda. The Louisiana heat was as thick as gumbo as it swirled around Kay and Trae from the force of the helicopter’s blades. Their shirts and pants being beaten by the breeze. But it was cool and crisp inside, the way I liked it. As soon as they hopped onto the golf cart, I headed downstairs for the celebration. I made my way down to the large study with cathedral ceilings and Mammoth Mahogany bookcases against each wall. Everyone was already there except the three of us. I was called in to have my first meet and greet with the Don. He figured this would be the best time. I got the impression that he wanted me to learn a few things and be there for moral support with Kay and Trae.

There were eight Carlos Cartel members in the study. I made nine. Don Carlos, ten. He was seated in a big, cocaine white, leather chair. When Trae and Kay stepped through the wide double doors, he stood up and started clapping and the rest of the room stood and joined in.

I could see that both my mans had lost a little weight. Those Chinese muthafuckas obviously weren’t feeding them.

As I took a seat in the back of the room, I watched as Enrique, Don Carlos’s nephew, kissed Trae’s left hand first and then Kaylin’s. All them muthafuckas went down the line.