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*BAM*

The sound of a gun going off made me look up. Sharon sat at the door with a hole in her chest. I looked over to Uri to see him holding a gun.

"I thought maybe you would let her live," I told him. Knowing that his mama was a victim too changed how I looked at her. She never had a chance to be anything but who she was.

"No." Uri crossed the room, machete in his hand, and chopped off her head. He picked it up and brought it to the table, then cut off Robert's head and set them on the table together. "I told you I would bring you the head of every person in that room and I meant it."

"That you did." We'd agreed that he wouldn't kill Kenbral. I didn't want him around, but I understood the situation for what it was. Could I be around him later? I wasn't sure, but for now we would keep our distance.

"You ready to go home?" Uri asked, and I nodded. "Then, let's go."

He picked up Robert and Sharon's heads, and we walked out of the warehouse. My cousins and sister were outside waiting for me.

"Why is this nigga carrying heads like they're shopping bags?" Krude asked as soon as he saw us. He threw his hands in the air and shook his head. "Nigga, do you realize that shit ain't normal?"

"I promised my wife heads," Uri said and shrugged.

"Her therapy is on Tuesdays. When do you go again?" He skeptically asked Uri.

"Wednesdays," Uri answered.

"Call that lady tonight and tell that lady you need to be seen tomorrow," Krude told him. He pushed off his car and rounded it. "As a matter of fact, get a session in on the way home. Y'all." He pointed to Uri and me. "Need it." He mugged us. "Crazy ass niggas."

Uri lifted Robert's head and turned to Krude. "You want it?"

Krude leaned over the hood of his car, then turned to Judge, who was standing next to him. Without asking, he took Judge's glasses off, put them on, then turned back to Uri. "Nigga, is that a nipple on his forehead?" Krude asked in disbelief.

Uri turned Robert's head around then nodded. "Yeah." He smiled. 'Cori cut his balls out of his body too, but I didn't pick them up."

Krude took off the glasses and handed them back to Judge. "Oh nah. I'm out," he said, then opened his car door. "I refuse to deal with this shit. Nipples on foreheads, cutting balls out. I don’t even want to know how you killed him. Keep that shit to yourself. I'll catch y'all at the airstrip. I need a moment of peace." He got into his car, started it, and pulled off.

"I bet he's calling Madea right now," Judge chuckled. "He snitching so hard."

"Oh well," I shrugged and laughed.

"You ready to go home?" Uri asked me.

"Yeah."

He guided me to the car, helped me in, then put Robert and Sharon's heads in the trunk before getting in.

"Cori?" Uri said as he drove us to the airstrip.

"Hmm?" I looked at him from the window. We stopped at a red light, and he faced me. "I love you."

I leaned across the armrest, cupped his face in my hands, and smiled. "I love you, too."

***

"Mama!" Judah yelled as he came running into the kitchen. "It's here! It's here!" He jumped up and down in excitement.

"What's here?" I wiped my hands with a napkin, then threw it away.

"My mini goat!" He held up his helmet then ran from the kitchen to the back door. "Daddy! You got him!" He pulled the door and ran out. "You got him!"

"I cannot believe him." I followed Judah into the backyard, where the rest of our family was hanging out. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the mini goat on a leash next to Uri. He looked so proud standing there with a big smile on his face. Dressed in blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and a ball cap, he never looked sexier. "Uri!"

"Baby, I told you I got him a mini goat," he quickly said.