After a powerful Sunday service, the Clark Sisters were ready for nothing more than food, laughter, and a peaceful afternoon. But peace was the last thing coming.
Out of nowhere, Drew Sheard-Detroit's most feared and powerful mafia boss-appeared, cu...
We'd just stepped out of church, sunlight stretching over the city like a blessing from heaven itself. The choir's voices still echoed in my ears—Mama shouting, caught up in the Holy Ghost twice, Daddy preaching with fire under his feet. It was one of those Sundays when the Spirit moves so strong you can almost touch it, and everyone in the pews feels it deep in their bones.
Now, we were piled into our cars, still dressed in our Sunday best, laughing and trading stories as we pulled up to our usual after-service spot. Just me, my sisters—Jacky, Dorinda, and Twinkie—and our parents, Mattie Moss Clark and Elder Clark. The gospel First Family, trying to enjoy some cornbread and fried chicken without the weight of the world on our shoulders.
Inside the restaurant, familiar faces greeted us warmly. We slid into our favorite big round booth in the corner. I squeezed in between Twinkie and Jacky, heels already stabbing at my feet, but I didn't care.
For a moment, it felt safe.
Like maybe today could be normal.
I should've known better.
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No one's POV
Across town, high above Detroit's streets in a sleek penthouse, Drew Sheard stood before a full-length mirror. Shirtless. Silent. Dangerous.
Power wasn't something he woke up with — it was born into his blood. The Sheard name carried weight in every corner, every alley slick with blood and secrets. He ruled the underground like God ruled heaven — without question.
He slid on a black silk shirt, expensive enough to buy a house, leaving the top buttons undone so his gold chain caught the light. The heavy, custom watch locked in place around his wrist like a final piece of armor.
Cold eyes locked on the reflection.
For years, he'd watched her from afar.
Karen Clark.
The one woman who ever made him hesitate.
And now? She thought he was gone. That she could live her gospel princess life, righteous and untouchable. Like she hadn't whispered his name in the dark. Like she didn't still wear the perfume he bought her. Like she hadn't dreamed of him when she thought no one was looking.
He picked up his phone, thumb poised.
A short message sent to his driver:
Pull around. We got business.
Today wasn't about threats.
It was about claiming what was always his.
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Karen's POV
Our plates had just landed—catfish, collard greens, mac and cheese, yams, and cornbread so soft it melted on your tongue. Twinkie was cracking jokes, Mama chatting about choir rehearsal, Daddy scrolling scripture on his phone. The booth was loud, messy, full of life.
Then everything shifted.
I felt it first. That energy that tightens your spine before your eyes even catch the danger.
Jacky's smile froze mid-laugh.
Dorinda's jaw clenched tight.
Mama... Mama fell silent.
I slowly turned around.
And there he was.
Drew Sheard.
Tall. Broad. Dressed all in black, the same gold chain he always wore, shining like a warning. He looked like sin wrapped in silk and power.
My heart dropped straight to my stomach.
The room fell silent as he walked in. Eyes turned. Whispers buzzed. Somewhere a fork dropped with a loud clang.
He strode right toward me.
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Drew's POV
There she was.
My baby.
Still flawless. Still soft. Still pretending like I wasn't the one shaking her legs and setting her heart on fire.
She said nothing as I approached—just stared, like she'd seen a ghost.
I leaned down, close enough to hear her breath.
Tapped her shoulder.
She jumped. Good.
Slowly, she turned.
Like she already knew what time it was.
"What do you want?" she whispered.
I smiled. Not the kind that brought comfort.
"You."
Her eyes blinked, lips parted like she wanted to scream or cry or pray. I didn't give her the choice.
I grabbed her hand, kissed it.
Held it there.
Then said it clear:
"You belong to me, Karen. I told you I was coming to get you. And I always finish what I start."
I started to walk away, then paused halfway.
Glanced back.
That look froze the whole room.
"Ain't nobody gonna stop me."
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Karen's POV
When he walked away, I broke.
Hands trembling.
Breath shallow and quick, like my chest was caught in a vise.
All I could see was his eyes.
That look.
That smirk.
That promise.
Tears slipped down before I could stop them—not out of sadness, but because I knew.
He wasn't just here to scare me.
He was claiming me.
Mama reached across the table, gripping my hand so tight it hurt. Twinkie whispered prayers, eyes closed tight. Jacky rubbed my back, steadying me. Dorinda looked ready to chase after him with a knife and a Bible.
But none of it mattered.
Because deep inside, I knew the truth.
Drew Sheard never walked away from what he wanted.
And the way he looked at me?
I was already his.
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