She looked me in the eyes. “If you’re asking about Raheem, I hope he rots in hell. He had never been family, you’re my family, Capone, Erin and Capri are my family, and I will always ride for y’all. I promise I’m not going to struggle over Raheem.” “And your moms?” “I still want to visit her. Her voicemails were all bullshit, and she wanted to line me up for Raheem.” She looked down at her hands. “I am fucked up about that. I was so excited to have a relationship with my mother. Mend the broken relationship and actually introduce Promise to her.”
i knew her sketchy ass was under raheem’s thumb
