My phone rang, forcing me to put my gun back in my pants and grab it with my free hand. Alaia was facetiming me. Whenever my baby called, I was going to answer no matter what. “What’s up, Baby Girl?” The camera was on my daughter, and she was smiling with her eyes opened. “Look at her, Capp… she’s smiling with her eyes opened.” I applied more pressure to Harrison’s neck. “Look at Daddy’s girl… tell my fucking daughter she’s beautiful.” “Ahh, sh…she’s beautiful, Capp,” he stuttered, nearly about to pass out from the pain from his face and the pressure I was applying to his neck. “Baby, let me
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