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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

“What else is new, Jaz? This is what we do. Me and you. You don’t remember Georgia? That shit ain’t over, Jaz. I have to do the getting or get got. Bottom line. We can’t ignore that. And getting rid of my enemies cost money. I either go at Steel and Oni’s people, or wait for them to come at me. What do you want me to do? It’s going down one way or the other. I need a big fuckin’ war chest to make sure I win, Jaz. Working with Don Carlos allowed me to stack my war chest. I need you to understand that.”

“But at what cost, Faheem? Did his daughter come with the job?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about! Did you fuck her?”

“No.”

He went on to tell me that Don Carlos told them what he wanted done with Seven. He wanted to bring her to her knees. Shut her down. And since she was already set up in Faheem’s hood, they all agreed that he would be the perfect one for the job. That’s why Don Carlos was so interested in Trae and Kaylin bringing their team to the table. Bottom line, Faheem felt that if he could make a shit load of cash and secure the territory for Don Carlos, he would be straight. Faheem admitted that he loved the rush of being back in the streets.

“What if she is the Feds, Faheem?”

“We would know it, Jaz. I didn’t rely on Don Carlos. I had her checked out already. She’s good.”

“Now you really got me nervous.”

“Don’t be.” He continued to ramble on.

Yes, all of Faheem’s accounts in this story were a fantasy. Except for the fact that I did take birth control and I did have a miscarriage. Nothing else ever happened. It was a figment of my man’s imagination. Faheem. My big strong King was broken. I was able to see firsthand how a mental disorder could take down the strongest of men and women. But I know Faheem; he will bounce back. And we will get through this. I don’t know what or how it happened. One day my Faheem was gone, and this new Faheem emerged. When I saw him playing with who he said was Lil’ Faheem, I knew I had to get help. My life hadn’t been the same.

Fortunately, he was getting better and he got weekend passes. But when he came home all he did was tell me stories about how he is back in the streets, working with Don Carlos. But none of it is true.

TASHA