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"I got a plan on how to end all this shit," I said, then wiped my hand over my hair. "You might not like it though."

"Does it end with Robert being dead?" she asked.

"Yeah," I chuckled.

"Then I already love it," she replied. "Tell me your plan."

"You'll need the heads that I brought you."

"Why the fuck does she have heads?” Unc scoffed.

"She likes them," I answered, then shrugged.

"Normal women like flowers, candy, cards, you know, shit like that. Your woman likes heads?" Hood asked from the back seat. I turned in my seat. "Nigga, be mindful of your stitches and shit! Damn. Turn back around."

"I'm good," I laughed.

"You don’t know that," he replied. "Turn around.”

"Hood, I'm fine," I repeated.

"Uri," Cori said. "Turn around, baby. It’s a reason he's with you."

"Fine," I replied.

"Thank you," she said. "Also, Uri?"

"Yes, baby?"

"You are aware that I know you aren't at the hospital, right?" She asked.

"How?" I slowly asked. I made sure to leave after she did.

"I have your location," she laughed. "We will discuss you sneaking out later. Right now, tell me how you're going to make me fall more in love with you?"

***

"Hey, come here." I took Cori's hand and pulled her around the car. Her cousins stood side by side, lost in their own conversations. While I liked the fact that they had her back and wanted to make sure that she was supported, my concern was her mental health. Coming up with this plan was last minute, but because it was, I knew it would work. I just had to make sure she was okay. I cupped her jaw and moved her neck from side to side to make sure there were no bruises. Pretending to black out and choke her fucked with me mentally. Even though it was fake, the fear in her eyes was real.

"Nothing's there," she said as she wrapped her hands around my wrist. "I checked."

"Humor me." I moved her face side to side until I was satisfied. I nodded but didn't let go of her face.

"Feel better?" She asked with a small smile.

"Not really."

"Why?"

I licked my lips then kissed her. "Because for a second I saw the fear you try too hard to hide," I told her. My lips brushed against hers as I spoke. "I don’t want you to fear me, Cori."

"I don’t," she quickly said. "I never have." Her eyes searched mine. "I know what you thought you saw, but hear me when I say I do not fear for me or Judah's safety when we are with you." She cupped my face. "Okay, Uri? I'm not scared. If I were, I wouldn't have married you. I wouldn't allow you around our son. None of that. I would kill you if I ever found myself scared of you."

"Say that shit again."

"I would kill you if I ever found myself scared of you."

I laughed and kissed her again. "You know that ain't what I'm trying to hear," I said. "Say that shit about our son."