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Anger and sorrow battled in my soul.
Maxwell, always the protector, putting the women that he loved before himself without a second thought. The fact that he was now lying in the hospital bed and fighting for his life because of his selflessness, was a cruelty that I could barely comprehend.
Valentina swallowed. “Harlem Crew and Lemon finished the men from behind. We managed to get Maxwell out. I held him the whole ride to the hospital. He was shaking. Blood. . .spilled from his lips. . .”
Valentina hugged herself. “And all he kept doing was talking about Emily and that damn lemon tree on and on.”
My mouse trembled next to me. “What did he say?”
“He wanted me to tell you not to let Lunita come out because he was shot, and that if he didn’t make it, he wanted you to paint huge murals of him in the boys’ bedrooms, so they never forgot their uncle.”
Emily looked down at the floor.
“Then, he went on and on about how to properly mist Lemonisha and all the jazz songs she liked, and he kept making me repeat the instructions back. . .” Valentina’s eyes watered. “Finally. . .he said that if he died. . .he wanted Lemonisha buried by his grave. . .somewhere in Harlem. . .with Xavier’s ashes mixed in with the dirt over his casket.”
Emily hissed. “He’s not going to die.”
Valentina slowly nodded. “He is not.”
Emily gestured to one of my people. “Get Max’s tree, Lemonisha along with his music. I want him to see his tree and hear jazz when he wakes up.”
The man nodded and rushed off.
Emily put her view back on Tisha. “Why haven’t you said anything about what happened in the club?”
He kept a neutral expression. “I was out of the club after the first two explosions.”
What?
I stiffened.
My mouse studied him. “How did you get out so fast?”
“I was in the men’s bathroom in the back stall. The building rocked. I caught the sound of gunshots being fired. I didn’t have a weapon on me, so I opened the window and climbed out to get everyone help.”
Emily flicked the safety off the gun. “You just happened to be in the bathroom when everything went down?”
Tisha eyed the gun.
I was sure Valentina noticed the move too because she widened her eyes and gazed at me.
Relax, sister. I trust my mouse.
Emily kept the gun at her side. “You said you were in the stall. Doing what? Taking a dump?”
Tisha sighed. “I was. . .”
Emily sneered. “What?”
“I had a woman in the stall with me, and she was performing oral sex—”
“You were getting head while my brother was getting shot in the fucking chest?”
“Kazimir told me that I was off tonight—”
Fast.
Emily moved fast.
