My Man, My Man, My Man 02: Unhinged Mafia Love Story: FINALE

Zariah pulled out her phone and searched the airlines. Daphne’s whole face changed. “What the fuck is she doing here?” Daphne snapped, pointing like Zariah was invisible or some shit. Wires ran everywhere—heart monitor leads stuck to his chest, IV lines in both arms, a bag of blood hanging beside clear fluids. After the body being here for almost two weeks, they finally finished all the arrangements, and the funeral was being held today.