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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 liked to be still. I liked the quality of thoughts I had, whenever I took the time to be still. So now that the bad smoke had cleared, we had to switch shit up a little bit. Tasha and the boys were back in New York with me and Angel. Faheem and Jaz were in Jersey, and Kyra and Rick were trying to get settled in Pennsylvania. The Tri-State area was our playground all over again. And now that everything was as close to normal as it could be, my focus was on getting Trae released before Tasha had the baby. Even though Mr. Charles Li, whose organization was internationally known and ran with an iron fist, was the source behind Trae’s charges getting dropped, he had yet to be released. It was a little frustrating to a nigga, but I knew I had to remain patient and allow things to fall in place on their own.

The only thorn in my side, presently, was my dumb ass cousin Kendrick. I was having trouble accepting the signs, but in my stillness, I knew that Kendrick had to be dealt with before the Kyron episode came back to bite us all in the ass . . . especially my ass.

KENDRICK

I stood at Kyron’s gravesite hugging a bottle of Ace of Spades. I finally cracked it open, then poured half over Kyron’s grave. “Cheers, my nigga!” I swallowed a couple of gulps.

“Got-damn, beloved, I still can’t believe you’re gone.” I took a long chug of the Ace. “And the fucked-up part is that bitch ass nigga Trae is still breathing. How the fuck that happen?” I took another swig. “Nigga, don’t worry, ‘cause you know I’m ‘bout it ‘bout it. I’ma have that nigga handled sooner or later.”

But even revenge couldn’t dry the tears streaming down my face. Revenge couldn’t even begin to bring my favorite cousin and road partner in crime back.

“But what’s got me fucked up is your brother, Kaylin. Your own brother! Man, how can that nigga keep fucking with Trae knowing what he did? I mean, I know y’all didn’t always see eye to eye . . . but got-damn, y’all brothers: y’all are supposed to be bonded by blood.”

I took another hard swig of the Ace of Spades as I shook my head in disappointment.