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

What the fuck just happened? I had to get the fuck out of there as fast as I could. My dick was like hold up, nigga. Where you going? Why you running away?

I learned this lesson years ago. Never shit where you eat. Once we started fucking, the business would suffer. Don’t get me wrong, Sev was mad hot but hell nah. All I could see were problems.

ANGEL

“Bae, you okay? Are you all right?” Kaylin sounded more upset about me and if I was harmed than the actual shooting.

“I think I am.”

He disappeared and came back with two burners. My heart was beating a million miles a minute, but I took deep breaths. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I touched all over my body and felt nothing. I buttoned my blouse back up and pulled my skirt down over my hips. Everything happened so fast. As soon as the gunfire had started, the shooting had stopped. Then we heard a couple of cars as they sped away. The smell of gun powder and smoke burned my nose.

Police sirens wailed in the background remaining in the distance as if they were chasing the shooters. That probably was all in my mind. Our house is in the suburbs, so I’m sure one of the neighbors called the police the minute they heard shots.

Kaylin came back over to where I was lying on the floor. He touched me all over. “You sure you’re all right? Is the baby okay?”

“I’m fine . . . I guess. The baby is fine. But what the hell was that? What if our children were here?”

Kaylin didn’t answer. He handed me one of the pistols.

“You know how to use this. I need to check around the house. Stay here. Red, shoot first, ask questions later,” he barked. “You understand? Angel? Shoot first, don’t ask questions.” I guess I was responding too slow.

Before he went outside, Kay pulled out his cell. “Trae, get over here. They just shot up the crib. No, we’re okay. I’m getting ready to check around the house. I think they’re gone, but I don’t know.”

I wasn’t sure what caused the shooters to stop firing, but they did. And I knew it was serious when Kay called Trae, instead of the police. I sat by the door, both hands on the pistol, ready to kill anyone who invaded our space.

Finally, Kaylin stepped back into the house.

“C’mon, I gotta get you to safety.” He snatched me up by the arm. “Get the keys to your ride. I’ll follow behind you. I need you to stay with Tasha for now.”

“But—”

“Red. But nothing! Damn, just do what I say. Please. Let’s go.”

KAYLIN

I dropped Angel off and picked up Trae. When we made it back to my house, Bo and Faheem appeared out of nowhere.

“Everybody okay?” Faheem asked. I nodded.