Back Thugs: Seven
Chapters (43)
  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

Dammit! I had to admit that I had allowed her to fuck up my awesome mood. I paced back and forth trying to get myself together. I couldn’t allow anyone to ruin my wonderful party. Wait. This is not my party! But it sure felt like it. Overall, I felt as if I was controlling everyone’s good mood, but now that my mood was fucked up, everyone else’s shouldn’t have to be fucked up.

“Yo, what’s up, Auntie? What up! What up! What up!”

Instantly a smile formed across my lips. Forget about Mari, for now. Kevin was here. Tasha’s baby brother; my nephew. He was coming up the walkway with a young lady, who was rocking a cold pair of Sophia Webster’s. She didn’t release but a few pairs. I mean limited edition for real. This had to be a boss chick. She was holding the hand of a little boy who looked to be around two years old. I made it down the steps and met him at the driveway and gave Kev a big hug. “Glad you made it!” I squealed. “I didn’t tell your sister because I wanted to surprise her. You know she’s going to be so glad to see you.”

“She just ought to be! Her ass been in New York all this time and didn’t even call me or tell me that she was here.”

“Don’t be mad at her. She doesn’t want to be here, and she has this big chip on her shoulder, a big ass belly, and a whole bunch of drama going on, as usual.”

He started laughing. I then directed my attention to the young lady that he was with.

“My bad, Auntie. Auntie, this is Seven. Seven, meet my Auntie.” Right on cue, the little boy started throwing up.

“Oh, Carlito!” she said.

The three of us stood there watching the baby hurl.

“Damn, little nigga! You almost caught my Giuseppes.” Kevin looked down to check his shoes. “Go clean him up.”

Carlito was standing there, head back, eyes closed, screaming at the top of his lungs.

His mother swooped him up. “Can I use your restroom?”

“Is he alright?” I was wondering why she would bring him out if he was sick.

“He’s fine; thanks.”

“I’ll show you the restroom. I’m Angel by the way. And you are, again?”

“My friends call me Seven and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Kevin pointed to where he saw Faheem. “Yo! Is that Faheem? Yo, Sev. I’ll be in there.”

He slapped her on her ass and went to go kick it with Faheem.

KAYLIN