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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

I knew he would be there for me and help me out of this situation. After all, I felt in my heart that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. Soon, he was going to be mine, but first, he had to help me get rid of my father.

Chapter Forty-One

KENDRICK

“I was caught between a fuckin’ rock and a hard place.

Shit didn’t go as planned with hitting up Kaylin’s crib or that bitch ass secret spot, they thought a nigga wouldn’t find out about. But thankfully, Mari got that muthafuckin’ private investigator, so all I could do was wait for the fat white nigga to get at her with more information so that she could get at me.

“Yo, nigga you’ve been tweakin’ for a while now. I told you when the time is right I’ma get at that nigga,” B Murda said to me.

I wasn’t trying to wait; I wanted them niggas dead and gone now! Kyron’s death was eating at me and on top of that, Kaylin fucked me over with that formula, so now I had to make sure I made this shit up to B Murda and the rest of the niggas he rolled with.

“Plus, where the formula at? You got me looking all stupid and shit.”

“You said Trae? Trae Macklin?” Ace asked.

I was surprised he was even talking to us. He felt fucked over once he realized this formula shit fell through and not in a good way.

“Yeah,” I answered.

Ace nodded his head and rubbed his hands together. “He run with Kay and Faheem. This is good news.”

This nigga had me confused a little. It wasn’t a shock that he knew them, but how was this good news?

“What you talkin’ about?” B Murda asked.

“I don’t fuck wit’ them niggas at all, and now they fucked over ya boy on some major work and bread? Nah, these niggas need to get touched. I had that lil nigga’s son killed so it’s only right for me to take the rest of the crew out.”

It finally hit me. Faheem’s son, Faheem Jr., was murdered by The Gresham Boys. Damn! This shit was about to get hectic and I wanted all parts. They took my cousin, Kyron, from me. And now they are trying to take my reputation by going back on their word to give me that formula. Then they get mad when you come for ‘em. They want to talk that family shit then. It’s either clap back at them or the Gresham Boys clap back at me for not coming through. Either way something gotta give.

TASHA