What am I going to do? How can I get to her? Is it even possible?
These questions repeated themselves through my thoughts in an endless loop after my long and unwillingly enlightened conversation with the King.
There was entirely too much information for me to even absorb with all that he had been said that day. And a part of me-a large part of me didn't want to believe him, but another part-one that was not as naïve and optimistic knew that he was telling the truth.
Regardless of any of that, however, there was something far more important to me at this point that had been lingering on my mind; Kimora.
I could only pray to whatever God existing that Gary did not already lay hands on her; nor that he would in the future. Still, I could see that look in his perverted eyes; that wanting,
