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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

Just that quick, she had made my heart melt. Just so adorable. She was wearing a red fluffy dress, white tights, and little T-strap shoes. She had a red bow on the top of her hair, which was long for such a young baby. She looked just like . . .

“Shit!” I dropped the diaper bag to the ground and looked at my baby closely.

“Nooo!” I screamed. “Damn it!” She looked just like Trae. Tasha was right. Trae spit this baby out. “This can’t be! This fuckin’ can’t be!”

“Hold it right there, ma’am. Drop the bag on your shoulders, raise your hands in the air. Step away from the vehicle. Now!”

The officer, or should I say officers had their guns pointed at me. I wasn’t going out without a fight, no, fuck that! I had come too far to just let these bastards win! I may just go out guns blazing, and if I did, I would make sure their precious little baby got hit too. If I didn’t have Kyron, then they wouldn’t have their baby. If I was hurting forever, they were going to hurt forever.

SEVEN

My childhood wasn’t normal; I had witnessed everything under the sun. Murders, kidnappings, drugs, money. The funny part was I was supposed to have been sheltered from those elements. My mother was very strict, and I attended private school. I was an only child so once my mother passed, I was left on my own.

I fell in love with math. I got excited every time I would help my uncle count his money. As we would count, he would drop little jewels on ruling the underworld. And each time he would pat my head and say, “Sina, one day you will have your own empire.”

Chapter Forty

KEVIN

“Where the fuck is that bitch?” The dude with the yuk-mouth screamed in my face.

“I told you. I don’t know!” My speech was slurred, and I could tell my jaw had been broken with that last blow. I could feel blood running down my face and onto my clothes.

With that, I was socked in the face again. I didn’t know how many more blows I could take. Earlier that evening, I was at the car lot about to close up shop, when these three niggas held me up at gunpoint just as I was locking the door. Although they had on face masks and wore all black, I knew they were niggas by their voices.