CHAPTER ELEVEN
Seven raced toward his car, veins throbbing in his neck. He could barely see his Bentley through the haze of red covering his sight. He unlocked the car with the remote and wobbled in place, looking back at Kaya’s door.
“Who does she think she is?” He squeezed the necklace. “Who the f**k does she think she is?” He threw the necklace toward the house next door and it hit the upstairs window. “f**k!” Seven jumped in place. “f**k, f**k, f**k!”
The elderly, frowning black woman from next door, stuck her head out the window wearing a hairnet.
“What the f**k are you looking at?” Seven hollered, spitting. “Mind your own fuckin’ business or I’ll come in there and slice your t**s off.”
She gasped and slammed the window shut.
“This ain’t the end, Kaya.” He stomped to his car, ey
