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She was the only one who knew who he was under his forked tongue and golden canines. She was the only one who traced the scars on his heart back to that apartment in West Oakland, where Wakanda had once been enthroned upon his praises. She was the only one who promised to help him usurp white supremacy by all means necessary. This blood diamond in Compton's ruff was called "Linda," and no other Linda compared to her because she understood that she would never compare to his revolution. Linda appreciated that he could never love her more than he loved his father's dreams. Linda accepted and agreed, without complaint or betrayal, that black liberation was more important than her life.
"I love you because of what you believe in, Erik."
His blood diamond had told him in bed one time that she would sacrifice herself for his cause if there was no other way. He grinned at her before sliding his forked tongue under hers.
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"I'm sorry, Erik."
"It'll be okay."
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— BANG —
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Because he forgave her. Linda was his baby girl for taking one for the team, and no other ride-or-die would ever compare to his Linda.