Blood, Sweat & Payback (Payback Series)
Page 27
I could feel the heat from the other end. “Yeah, I’m home. You need something?” I asked turning over onto my back.
“Yes, I need to know when you are coming into the office. We have a lot to go over.”
“I’m not sure. I gotta get some rest then I’ll roll up there later.” I turned over and tucked the pillow under my head.
“Kaylin what are we doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“Look, I can’t do this. Ever since Trae has been back in the city you been on that bullshit, late nights and early mornings. Not to mention you have not been in the office in three days. So my question is what are we doing?”
“Red, we can talk about this when I get up there. Let me get some sleep. I need to clear my head.”
“You know what? Get all the sleep you need. I had a decision to make and you made it very easy.”
When the phone disconnected I looked at it to make sure I didn’t just dream that shit. I called her right back and got no answer. When I rang the front desk the secretary said she had just jumped on the elevator. What the fuck is she up to? I tossed the phone onto the night stand. I started to throw on some clothes and head up there but then I thought, fuck that. I’m the boss in this muthafucka and her spoiled ass been calling shots long enough. I settled into my warm spot and drifted off.
Jaz
Back in New Jersey, I thought to myself shaking my head as I ironed Kaeerah’s clothes for school. Faheem was fully recovered physically but the mental scars I was sure would never heal. Our relationship was getting better but there was a hole in his spirit that I knew my love could never fill. I looked over at him sitting at the table talking to our little princess and even though a smile took over his face, I knew there was pain and hate in his heart.
Once I got Kaeerah off to school I sat next to Faheem and began to lay down what I called in my mind the law.
“Baby, we need to talk.”
“What’s up?” he said as he reached for the remote and lowered the volume on the television.
“I know we just got settled, but I don’t think I can stay here in Jersey. I fought too hard to get out of here and the last thing I want is to raise our daughter here.” I looked at his face in an attempt to gage his mood.
“So what are you trying to say?” he turned staring me dead in my eyes. A lump formed in my throat as I tried to rephrase my request.
“I want to leave. And I want you to let me go,” I said as tears welled up in my eyes.
“What the fuck do you mean? You want me to let you go?” Faheem looked as confused as I was.
“I am miserable here and I feel like I am about to lose myself. And I don’t want to be around while you are back in the streets. I know you can understand that.” And as the words left my lips warm tears flowed down my cheeks.
“Let you go? How am I supposed to do that? How can I keep you safe if you way across the country somewhere? Jaz, you can ride with me for a few months and what I got to handle will be handled.” He said with all the sincerity his voice could muster then placed his soft lips to mine.
“I don’t have to go far, Faheem. And how can you keep us safe if you all in the streets? And a couple of months? Do you hear yourself?”
“Do you hear yourself?” He got up on me again and kissed me. He pulled back and he gave me what seemed to be a warning. “Letting you go is not an option. You will stay right here.” He kissed me gently then pulled back, got up and walked towards the bedroom.
An eerie feeling flooded my body as his words floated through my mind. He had just confirmed my worst fears and I needed to put my plan into motion and quick.
Kyra
I rubbed my stomach tenderly as if each second was going to be my last. I was still having good and bad days. My memory was still fading in and out and the dizziness seemed to be coming more frequently. Being away from Rick was killing me and at times I felt so defeated. I had lost my past, hated my present and was so unsure about my future. Even though he made frequent trips to see me it was not the same as having him here with me. My emotions and hormones were running rampant. I stood there watching Trae asleep on the Laz-E-Boy. He had on a wife beater, sweat pants and his feet were bare. He took Marvin away from me and Aisha. I couldn’t get that out of my mind.
Trae
I laid back in my favorite chair acting as if I was asleep. Tasha was on her knees sucking my dick as if she was mad at me or is if I was making her. It wasn’t even all of that. We needed to talk. We needed to start to get things right somehow. I reached over and turned on the light.
“So, why do I deserve a blowjob? You want me to do you?” I looked down and to my surprise, Kyra slid my dick from out of her mouth and looked up at me. “What the fuck? Kyra? What the fuck are you doing?” I pushed her away from me, stuffing my dick back into my pants. I felt violated. “Tasha will fuckin’ kill you. I will kill you. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
She stood up looking at me all crazy as if what I was asking her was an insult. “I think it’s time for you to go. Pack your shit. You got’s to go. Aisha can stay, but you have to go.”
“Trae, no.”
“Trae, no. What? What is y’all up to?” Tasha stepped into the living room.
End of Version Two
Text me at 973-671-1609 and type #VersionTwo
If this is your favorite!
Wahida Clark has an amazing story. Tenacity, vision and sheer determination are what helped her rise to become the bestselling author and successful business woman she is today. Clark began writing her first novel while serving a 101/2 year prison sentence, including 9 months in solitary confinement, at the Lexington Prison Camp in Lexington, KY. While behind bars, Clark inked a publishing deal with two major publishing houses, wrote and released 7 novels, including one NY Times bestseller, and laid the groundwork for her publishing company, Wahida Clark Presents (WCP).
To date Clark has released 13 successful novels including four New York Times bestsellers. Her own publishing company, Wahida Clark Presents is one of the fastest growing independent publishing houses in the country.
FOR MORE INFORMATION ON THIS AND OTHER CASH MONEY CONTENT BOOKS CHECK OUT WWW.CASHMONEYCONTENT.COM OR VISIT US ON FACEBOOK AND TWITTER
COPYRIGHT ©2014 WAHIDA CLARK
FOR MORE INFORMATION ON THIS AUTHOR: authors.simonandschuster.com/Wahida-Clark
Blood, Sweat and Payback
Copyright © 2014 by Wahida Clark
www.SimonandSchuster.com
Cash Money Content™ and all associated logos are trademarks of Cash Money Content LLC.
All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the publisher, except where permitted by law.
Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
First Edition: April 2014
Book Layout: Jacquelynne Hudson
Cover Design: Nuance Art*
Photography: Richard Banks
www.CashMoneyContent.com
Library of Congress Control Number: 2013957300
ISBN: 978-1-936399-50-5 hd
ISBN: 978-1-936399-42-0 ebook
Contents
Prologue
Part I
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Part II
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Acknowledgements
Reading Group Discussion Questions
Two Sneak Peeks Of Thugs Part 7
Chapter One (Version One)
Chapter One (Version Two)
About Wahida Clark