Chapter Three
Chevy sat in the waiting room with her fingers interlocked and her forehead resting against it. Her eyes were swollen and her cheeks had white streaks sprawled down them. They were dried tears. As of now she was no longer grieving. She was praying and bartering with The Lord Almighty to spare the father of her son. She knew all about Faison’s dealings in the streets, as well as some of the unsavory things he’d done on his way up to Top Dawg status. Hell, her hands weren’t clean of the dirt either.
The high-yellow beauty had stained her soul on her man’s climb up the ladder. Not only had she helped set someone up to get knocked off on his behalf, but she used to transport guns and drugs for him in the beginning. She did this when he was a young upstart trying to get it, but
