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Chapter 6

Bleek

The second I heard Eternity scream my name, I was out of bed and quick. I didn’t stroll over there; I put on a light jog because after all these years together, I knew the difference between my wife calling for me and my wife panicking. This was panic. By the time I reached Maliah’s room, Eternity was standing in the middle of it with her phone clutched in one hand.

The look on her face immediately made my stomach tighten.

“What happened?”

She turned toward me so quickly that her robe shifted around her legs.

“Maliah left, and I can’t find her.”

For a second, I didn’t say anything. My eyes moved around the room. The bed was made, clothes were scattered around, and makeup was on the vanity. What caught my attention the most was the empty space where her purse should’ve been, and immediately, I knew that she was fucking gone.Damn,I thought to myself as I used one of my hands to rub down the long side of my face.

Eternity held her phone up.

“Her location is off.”

I took the phone from her hand and looked at the screen myself.

Location unavailable

My jaw tightened. I already knew what that meant.

“Maliah wouldn’t just leave without saying anything. Did she say anything to you last night before she left? I saw on the cameras that she jetted out of here.”

The panic in Eternity’s voice was growing by the second. I looked around the room again and then back at my wife. And for the first time since she screamed my name, I realized I didn’t have a choice. I had to tell her. I mean, I was going to tell her; I don’t keep secrets from her, ever. But by the time she got in last night, I was asleep, and well, she was so excited about the baby this morning I didn’t want to bring shit up to mess that up.

“Eternity.”

The second she heard my tone, her expression changed.

“What?”

I played with my beard a bit, trying to figure out where to start.

“There is something I didn’t tell you about yesterday.”

Immediately her brows pulled together.

“What are you talking about?”

I looked away for a second.

“The boy.”

“Tahari?” she questioned.

I nodded. Even after I took a liking to the little muthafucka I never called him by his name. He was the boy or little nigga to me. Her confusion only deepened; I could see it in how her brows pulled together.

“What about him?”

A slow breath left my lungs before I spit the shit out. I had been keeping this piece of information myself for a minute. It was on some top-secret shit because the muthafucka that took from us was so close to home.

“Tahari is the one who robbed the auto shop.”

Silence. For a moment she just stared at me. It’s like she was waiting for me to laugh or waiting for me to tell her that I was joking. When neither happened, the realization started settling in.