“No, Faheem.” She tried to snatch away from me.

“What do you mean no? Why are you talking crazy?”

“You know damn well why I’m talking crazy.”

“I’m here. You got my attention.” I lifted her up and headed for the kitchen.

“Put me down, Faheem.”

“You’re going to wake up my daughter.”

“She’s already awake.”

“No, she isn’t. She was supposed to let me in. She fell asleep on me. I sent her about four text messages, and all I got was crickets.”

I sat Jaz down on top of the island in the kitchen. I was still pissed, but I couldn’t stay mad at her for long. Yeah, I was fucked up over what she did, but I knew she was genuinely sorry, and all I could do now was try to get her pregnant again, regardless if she wanted to or not.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

FAHEEM

“This is what I came here for,” I whispered in Jaz’s ear as I leaned her back, so I could dig in the pussy a little deeper. I told her how hot and tight she felt. I told her how hard she made my dick, and she felt just the way I liked her to feel. I told her I loved her more than anything in this world. Her legs curled around my back as she was trying to take in all the dick she could and stimulate her clit at the same time.

“Faheem. This. Feels so good, baby.” Jaz’s moans were getting louder and louder. “Faheem. Right there, baby. Oh yes! Faheem. Right there. Keep it right there, baby. Faheem. Oh, shit, Faheem!”

She started coming.

JAZ

We made our way through the facility without speaking. I didn’t know what to say; I didn’t know how to explain it. I had to show her. We stopped in front of the door and looked through the glass window; her jaw dropped. I saw her eyebrows wrinkle in confusion and then her eyes stretched wide in amazement.

“Wha—what is Faheem…?” Angel’s eyes were as big as saucers. She grabbed my wrist. “Why is Faheem…what?” She looked back through the window at Faheem who was pacing his bedroom floor having a deep conversation with himself.

“I made the decision to admit Faheem into this facility. It was the best I could find for the money that we have. I think it’s damn good.” I said trying to remain stoic. “He um. Ever since Lil’ Faheem. He just . . . One day something triggered. And my man hasn’t been the same. He doesn’t sleep and he wakes me up every night and he tells me these stories about Trae, Kaylin, and him, and how they are working with Don Carlos,” I explained to her. I emphasize with because when I said for, Faheem made sure he corrected me.