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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

“Angel just sent me a text that she spoke to Ronni, our publicist. If it gets out that a record exec’s house got shot up, she is going to have to spin the shit out of this. She plans to get out in front of it before it hits the media. I’ll catch y’all later. I’ma head over to the office after I talk to the police.”

Everybody left, except Trae.

Chapter Twenty-One

ANGEL

I was on the pull-out sofa when I was awaken by my husband and Trae sitting in the kitchen talking real low and smoking weed. I faked sleep so that I could ear hustle, and I hoped that I would be able to figure out what the hell was going on.

“I want these muthafuckas found and taken care of,” Kaylin said. “This shit was brought to my home, Trae. Where I lay my head. Somebody is sending a serious message, and I don’t know who, but we need to find out.”

“We will find out; and when we do, we gonna end the shit. You know that,” Trae said.

“We will,” Kay said in his calm, methodical tone. “We got too much at stake.”

I glanced at the clock. It was almost 4:00 a.m. I didn’t even hear them come in.

“We’re going to have to get guards around the clock for our families while we go to China,” Trae said.

China? I wanted to scream out. Kaylin didn’t mention anything about China.

“Do you think it was the Chinese Mob?” Kaylin asked.

The Mob? Chinese Mob? Shit. My breathing was becoming erratic.

“I couldn’t tell who the fuck it was. The muthafuckas were dressed in all black. And we been into so much shit over the years, it could have come from anywhere,” Trae responded.

“We need to move our families to a safe place. How about that condo you had in the Hamptons? You still have that—right?”

The Hamptons? I don’t want to go to no fucking Hamptons. I want to go home. What about our business? Jahara. Her school? My bed? My garden?

“I’ll call the realtor later on.”

Oh, hell to the nah!

FAHEEM

I called my cousin, G, and told them what happened to Kay’s house. He told me and Bo to swing by and pick him up. The shit we were about to get into . . . It was finally time to ride to Jersey to my old stomping grounds of Trenton.

“You ain’t said nothin’ but a word,” G said.