And not to mention the paranoia I was battling. I had been on ten. I made it a habit to go to the gun range at least three times a week. Atlanta was a real life experience. No Hollywood shit. I told Faheem that I was paranoid, and I wanted to always be ready.

“You only paranoid ‘cause you don’t know what you doin’. Baby, you not a gangsta,” he had said.

I wasn’t trying to be a gangster. But the paranoia was real, and it was getting worse.

FAHEEM

“Jaz, get your fine ass over here. You know what time it is.”

Although Jaz was dressed to go to school, she stopped, took off her clothes, and dropped to her knees. I didn’t know how I would have made it these last few months if it wasn’t for my wife. She took care of me when I was in the hospital and when I got out. It was hard pill for me to swallow when I suggested that we move from Atlanta. We both knew we had to. There were too many niggas, with a little power, out for revenge against us. We were sitting ducks, waiting to get plucked.

I pulled her up off her knees, turned her around, and entered her from the back. The way I was fucking her, I was sending shockwaves to her G-spot. Her pussy was so wet, the smack of each stroke was growing louder and louder.

“Fa—oh fuck! I’m getting ready . . . you gonna make me come!” She gasped.

“Come on then. Come wit’ big daddy. I’m ready.” I told her as her juices creamed my long, hard shaft. She began to tremble. I didn’t come with her, but I wasn’t far behind. The extra creaminess of her pussy made me blast off deep inside of her. The force made me weak in the knees, and I staggered slightly. Fuck. I was hoping I made another son. This time it would be with the woman I loved and respected. I knew one child couldn’t replace another, but it was the only way I could heal this hole in my heart.

After Jaz left for school, my cell phone rang. I glanced down to see who it was but the number was blocked. I answered it anyway.

A subdued voice whispered, “Nigga, don’t think you got away with shit. We gon’ find you, nigga. Find you and yo’ family.”

TRAE

After we left Don Carlos and flew back into town, I picked up my ride from the apartment and went to pick the boys up from Angel’s.

“Trae, you need to be there now more than ever for her emotional stability. She really needs you right now. And fuck Mari! Fuck Kyron! Let that go!” Angel fussed at me.