Carla Divinci closed the door as the last mourner walked out of the house. Last week was the hardest thing that she thought she had ever gone through. While her husband was in the hospital, she kept hoping for the best. In the end, he succumbed and here she was all alone. David “Dolla” Divinci had be one of the biggest and baddest drug dealers in the city. He had fear and respect as his reputation and if any one crossed him, he made sure that the streets heard it. She dreaded him leaving every night and when she got the call from Emmanuel, his right hand man, she was sure that he was riddled with bullets and she wouldn’t make it in time to say goodbye. Days later, Dolla was gone and she was left with the task of trying to carry on her life without him. She chuckled sadly as she sat down on the couch and took a shot of his favorite cognac, Hennessy Black. Dolla Divinci didn’t leave this world filled with bullet holes and clinging to life. No, he died after a heavy bout with pneumonia. He was thirty-five.

She looked over his things as she reminisced as she found her bottle of pinot grigio. It was hard for her to be the wife of a hustler. She always assumed that her husband would never make it home because of his enemies and when he did, she hoped that he never brought his business with him. He never did. When she met him, he was just a young, up and comer and she stood by him until the end. He always told her that she didn’t need to want for anything and he stood true by his word. She never needed for anything and she knew that there were investments and opportunities that he had put in order to make sure that even though he wasn’t there physically that he would have her back financially.

“Lord, what am I goin’ to do?” She looked around. She wasn’t ready to climb into bed without her husband for another night, but she assumed that she would have to get used to it.

Family, friends, and associates that she knew from the drug syndicate had shown up at the funeral to pay respects. Emmanuel had stopped her at the repast and confirmed that Dolla had taken care of her and assured her that he would do any and everything that he could to make sure that she was comfortable. She thanked him, hugged him, and expected him to be by the next day to further discuss arrangements. They were going to continue the organization without their leader. She didn’t know how they made the decision on who should follow when someone died. She was just glad that the day that she was dreading was over. She drained the glass and looked at the bedroom door.It hurt to see her husband lying in a casket and all she wanted to do was grieve and try to find some semblance of normalcy.Tomorrow was another day and she had to figure out what she wanted to do with her life.