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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

It seemed like forever for Trae to come back to the room. Alone with my thoughts, I wondered if this was karma for pushing Charli Li down the stairs while she was pregnant and causing her to lose the baby. Hell no! This wasn’t no damn karma. Trae went too far with that Asian bitch. He had me all fucked up if he thought I was gon’ lay down, roll over, tuck my tail between my legs and take it.

Or was this karma for what Trae did when he dragged me down the stairs on the private jet and tried to throw me off, causing me to miscarry Kyron’s baby? What the fuck was that dream about? Just yesterday he asked me some dumb shit about my feelings with Kyron being similar to my feelings with him. I heard him, but he acted as if I didn’t. The false labor pains had me occupied.

Please God, don’t let this be Kyron’s baby. Please!

Chapter Fifteen

KYRON

Session One

“Please. Have a seat, Mr. Santos.” The doctor gestured toward the burgundy couch.

Kyron glanced around the small office space. He stood with his hands deep down in his pockets, frowned and then sat down. “Tell me why the fuck I’m here, yo.”

“As you know, Mr. Santos, I have been assigned by the courts to conduct a mental assessment.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” He caught himself. You and that bitch Mari are the ones that need a mental assessment. He chuckled at the thought. “Are you sure that it has nothing to do with that best friend of yours?” he questioned. Kyron was pretty much aware of Mari and how she was manipulating the psychiatrist like a puppet. He knew Mari was up to something, but he definitely didn’t see this coming. Mari was over New York’s probation department. He knew Mari had clout within the court system, but damn.

“If you decide to go against the court order, that’s on you, Mr. Santos. I am not here to force you. I couldn’t care less about you returning to prison.” She swung around to her computer and began typing.

“What are you typing?”

Dr. Gillis did not respond, she continued to type.

“All right, all right. What do you want to know?”

She swiveled around, facing him. “The sooner you cooperate, the faster these sessions will be over. I need every detail leading up to the stabbing incident in that hospital. Also, the courts are requesting to see your next plan of action. But today, let’s start with the relationship leading up to the stabbing.”

Kyron leaned back onto the couch. He was going to have to play their little game for now. If not, it would be back to prison and things had just started cooking for him.