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She sprang from her chair, and then I nodded to the door for her to go.

“Mama!” I heard her yell once she got into the hall.

I leaned back in the chair and then laughed before letting a sigh slip. Having growing kids was stressing me the fuck out, and here I was about to start all the fuck over again.

Chapter 8

Trigga

The entire drive over, all I could think about was the look on Maliah’s face when she repeated her father’s words.Tell Tahari we just left his little friend’s apartment over on Biscayne.At the time, I hadn’t said much. There wasn’t much to say. But the second she left, I knew exactly where I was headed. I was out the door right behind her. A few minutes later, I was standing outside Ghost’s apartment. I knocked twice. But nobody came to the door, so I knocked again. The lock finally clicked, and the door opened.

Ghost looked annoyed before he even realized who was standing there.

“People have been knocking on this damn door all day like Jehovah’s Witnesses.”

A smirk pulled at my mouth, then his eyes landed on me. Immediately, his expression changed.

“Well, damn.”

He stepped back, making space so that I could walk in.

“I take it Maliah daddy ain’t lay eyes on you again?”

I shook my head as I stepped past him.

“You thought getting shot in the shoulder was something.”

“Shut up,” I said as I pointed at him.

Ghost laughed as I made my way over to the sofa to have a seat. The second the door closed behind me, I looked at him.

“They came here?” I asked.

His smile disappeared.

“Yeah,” he said as he plopped down on the other end of the couch.

My jaw tightened.

“What happened?”

“Not much, they were looking for Maliah.”

“What else?”

Ghost leaned back.

“The mother was worried.”

“And him?”

Ghost let out a breath through his nose.

“He was mad as hell, and I could tell he was ready to lay my ass down if he needed to.”

That sounded about right. For a few seconds, neither one of us spoke, then Ghost looked at me.

“That’s him, ain’t it?”