So far, this was proving to be a hell of a vacation. Little did he know, his own empire was crumbling, and some casualties that he had taken were irreplaceable. CHAPTER 11 FAMILY BUSINESS Sitting on the trunk of his baby blue 65 SS Impala, Trion gently held Tasha as she stood between his legs with her back to his chest. The sunset on Clearwater Beach was beautiful as its orange glow left traces of its footprints across the evening sky. Lovingly rubbing Tasha’s belly, Trion said a silent prayer for his unborn child. “God I know we don't talk much, but I need you to watch over my jit ...” Trion was lost in the moment. Before he could get any deeper into his prayer, he felt Tasha softly pinch his thigh. “What are you thinking about baby?” Opening his eyes, Trion kissed her on the neck and looked out at the ocean as the tide begin to roll in.
