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Informationen zum Autor New York Times bestselling author Wahida Clark has cemented her position as the leader in her genre with her bestselling Thug and Payback series. Her work is a compelling blend of intrigue, passion, and luxury with the often violent realities of life on the streets. Wahida Clark was born and raised in Trenton, New Jersey. She started her writing career while serving time at a women’s federal prison camp in Lexington, Kentucky. Klappentext Tasha and Trae try to overcome their troubles and make their marriage work. Meanwhile! Jaz is facing drama of her own. In the torrid world of sex! drugs! and crime! author Clark continues her definitive hip-hop soap opera that fans have come to love. THREE KAYLIN We were finally able to separate Trae and Kyron. It took a whole lot of begging from me and Tasha to get Trae to realize killing my brother was not something I could swallow. I left Tasha tending to Trae as I slipped out the door with my brother and cousin in tow. These two muthafuckas were partners in crime and the shit was eating me up. I was hoping to get to the bottom of the situation and put a stop to it before somebody got killed. As soon as we got into the parking lot, Kyron got on some bullshit. “Yo, that nigga swung on me first, Kay. So don’t start talking that bullshit to me, you saw that I was tryna bounce. You should have let us fight.” “Let you fight? Nigga, where you think you at? In a cell? In the day room up North? Nigga’s ain’t fighting no more, Ky, they killing.” “That nigga ain’t the only one that kill—” “That nigga? That nigga? Nigga, is you stupid? Because you actin’ like a real bitch right now. You act like Trae ain’t family, nigga. I don’t believe this shit. That nigga, as you say, was the same nigga that touched two of your witnesses after you blew trial. That nigga, made sure that I was straight so that I could keep your books straight. All that fly shit you like to wear, all them fuck books and flicks, that nigga was in on that shit. Them bad dime bitches that hiked up North in the snow, nigga, he sent some of them too, remember? That nigga always loved you, and this is how you repay the man? C’mon Kyron, you fuckin’ kidding me right? You fuckin’ the man’s wife, now he catches you with her and all you can say is, ‘Yo, he swung on me first’?” I couldn’t believe the stupid shit he was saying. I walked up on my brother, put my finger in his face and said, “Him swinging on you was the least he could do. Be thankful that you still breathing.” “Thankful?” “Yeah, nigga. Thankful. You know Trae, just like I know him. If it wasn’t for ma, and Kyra’s daughter calling Tasha’s cell phone, you’d be dead, fool.” Kyron laughed. “Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit. Yeah, the nigga did some shit for me, but he ain’t the only one. Shit, what I’m supposed to do? Suck his dick? Fuck that nigga! I don’t owe him shit. I put y’all niggas on. He owes me and I’ll take his bitch as a down payment. What the fuck is wrong with you? Got me out here explaining myself in the middle of the night.” “You fuckin’ up, Kyron.” “Don’t worry about me, Kay. Let me do me. And because I love you I’m gonna tell you one more time to mind your fuckin’ business.” “Nigga, this family is my business.” I looked him dead in the eye. “And watch your mouth.” Kyron hawked and spit out a wad of blood. He came up on me as we stood nose to nose. Clenching his teeth he said, “This family may be your business, but I’m home now. So don’t forget I’m in charge of this fuckin’ family!” He pounded on his chest. “How the hell you gonna stand here and go against me? Trae is like family, no doubt. But that’s Santos blood running in your veins. You never cross your blood. Don’t you ever cross me, muthafucka. You know how I get when a muth...