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By then it was definitely too late given he had me flustered as hell. Shit, was it true? Did I love him? How the hell did he know it?

SIX

Posydiann

I lost my father before I was born, so I never got the chance to feel that. Then I lost a couple homies along the way, but nothing ever quite hit like this. Getting the call that Unc was gone shook me to my core because it was the last thing I expected. His death wasn’t something I ever foresaw in this lifetime. Of course he was old, but he was one of the ones I thought would live forever. There was absolutely no moment I thought would take place without the man who always had a plan. Unc was Unc.

“You know his old ass would probably be cursing us out right about now.” Killah’s voice interrupted my rampage of thoughts.

“Hell yeah. You know what he always said? I ain’t raising bitch ass motherfuckers.”

Killah chuckled. “Hell yeah, Only fool I know who left specific instructions not to bury him, have a fucking funeral, or any type of get together. Talking about ‘take me on ya next vacation and pour me in the water. Fuck all that keep my ashes shit.’”

I laughed, reaching for my drink. “Old ass was wild as hell and always has been.”

Killah shook his head. “It’s fucked up the way this shit happened. A whole fucking flu shot; that’s why I don’t get them.”

“I had the hospital perform a second autopsy,” I said honestly.

Confusion filled his features. “Why? They said it was natural causes, right?”

“Yeah, but something doesn't feel right. Unc was old as hell, yeah, but healthy enough to run drills with Junior out back on a regular basis. How the fuck did he have a heart attack?” I questioned aloud.

“Aight, you do that, but don’t get too consumed in that. Go with your gut. I trust it.”

I nodded.

“Have you heard from Junnie?” he asked randomly.

“Yeah, she’s at the house with Syn.”

He started cheesing hard, so fucking hard I didn’t have to look in his direction. I could see his big, wide ass smile in my peripheral vision. “At the house with Syn, huh?

“Yeah, man, what are you looking dumb for?”

He shrugged. “I’m not looking dumb, I’m just looking.”

I waved him off. “You’re a fucking idiot, man.”

“Nah, I see where you headed. The other day she had her lil scruffy ass dog at the house and you hate dogs. Now she’s there when you ain’t. Must be nice.”

I laughed but didn’t offer his goofy ass a response. He was right. I hated dogs with a fucking passion, but Syn’s dog wasn’t just any dog. She loved that little motherfucker with everything in her and would definitely leave my ass alone if I didn’t fuck with it. Karsyn had been at my house since hours after we got the news. Long story short, I didn’t want her to leave, so I picked the little barking motherfucker up from the daycare and brought it home with me. She was thoroughly shocked, but without me having to explain my reasoning, she got it. That, I was grateful for.

“Oh, so you ain’t got nothing to say.” Killah’s voice had me looking in his direction.

“Nah I don’t, because I already know what you’re on.”

“Nope. I’m just happy that you’re happy. Damn, I just hate Unc ain’t here. ’Cause who's gonna walk your ass down the aisle? Damn I guess I might have to.” He shook his head.

I laughed before I flipped his stupid ass off. He always had some silly shit to say. It never failed.

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

He sat up, about to say something, but his eyes went toward the door and squared. So did mine, locking on the faces coming through the door wearing leather vests and bandanas. The fuck was this?

Four fools looked around before the short fat one in the front pointed in our direction. This was damn sure not the action I was looking for, given the timing, but I guess bullshit never made a reservation; it just showed up.

I sat back, sipped from my drink, and watched them approach. Two stayed at the door, but the short fat one and a lanky one approached where Killah and I sat.