you ain’t got jokes. You didn’t bring me through
all of that dirt I was doing for nothing. Whatever you do, just spare my wife and kids. As for myself, come what may.” Trae
spoke in a whisper as he continued to gaze up at the stars. He was a firm believer in karma. He had sold and poured tons of
poison into his own community. He had numerous bodies under his belt, had fucked more women than King Solomon himself and
now here he was on top. The drug game had allowed him to stash millions. Shit couldn’t be better for him. But he couldn’t
help but wonder,
What did the universe have in store for him?
The thought continued to nag at him.
What’s next? What’s around the corner?
His heart went out to his cousin Shaheem. Shaheem hadn’t been out of the bing six months and he was already gone. Trae knew
that he wouldn’t be able to rest until he served street justice. Tasha and the twins she was carrying would just have to wait.
He knew Shaheem would have done the same for him.
Shaheem was a Macklin and they had been raised as brothers. Each was his parents’ only child. They had played together, gone
to school together, lost their virginity together, and both accepted Kaylin and his family as their extended family. The only
time they had been separated was when Shaheem went to juvie hall and that was when he took the weight for Trae, Kaylin and
Kyron. The same with this last bid. It was for having Trae’s and Kaylin’s backs. Shaheem and Kyron were always the muscle
in their crew. They loved getting down and dirty, just for the rush.
Tasha, as always, was in tune with her man. She lay in her bed back in Cali wondering what Trae was doing and if he was safe.
She had not heard from him since that day in his old bedroom.
Aunt Marva peeked in and interrupted her thoughts. “You still up? What? You’re worrying about him, aren’t you?”
“I can’t help it,” Tasha replied.
“You want something warm to drink?” Aunt Marva offered.
“No thank you.”
“Okay then. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Marva, thanks for coming home with me. I really do appreciate you making the sacrifice.”
It was the day before Trae disappeared when Trae had asked Aunt Marva to come live with him and Tasha in Cali. Aunt Marva
protested at first, but Trae convinced her that she would be a great help around the house, especially after Tasha gave birth
and since he didn’t want Tasha to be by herself.
After some serious thought and constant nagging on Trae’s part, Aunt Marva finally gave in. She could now have a new start
at life along with helping to raise other children. It would be a way of correcting the mistakes she had made with Shaheem.
“I told you, there is nothing in that city for me anymore. Everything’s gonna be just fine. Good night, baby.”
“Good night, Auntie.”
Tasha hugged her pillow tighter, closed her eyes and went back to thinking about Trae. Knowing him so well sometimes spooked
her. The love she had had for her last boyfriend, Nikayah, was nothing compared to the oneness she felt with Trae. The two
men were so much alike, yet they were so different. They both were laid back, but Nikayah was more trusting and chilled; Trae
would be watching you like a hawk and ready to pounce. Trae wouldn’t sleep. They were hustlers, but Nikayah again was laid
back with his and would be content. Trae on the other hand wanted it all and wouldn’t stop until he got it all. Trae saw Tasha
and he didn’t stop until she was his. And then when it seemed that Nikayah had a problem with it, Trae got Nikayah out of
the way permanently. His body was found in a Dumpster just like Shaheems. Talk about karma. She would always say that if something
happened to Nikayah, she would be able to go on. And she had. But if something happened to Trae, she didn’t see how she could
do it. She closed her eyes and for what seemed like the thousandth time prayed for Trae to come