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“Damn, it’s like that?”

“How long you been out?” I asked.

“Long enough,” he replied with a smirk.

I narrowed my eyes. “Dexter, I’on have time for your bullshit. What do you want?”

“I came to see my son. I figured it was time me and AJ got acquainted.”

I laughed because there was no fucking way this nigga was serious.

“Acquainted? Dexter, AJ is sixteen years old. You’on even know my son, and you think you can just pop up talking about getting acquainted? Please get the fuck on somewhere.”

“Rah, I’ve been locked up. What the fuck you expected me to do?” he questioned.

“Being locked up didn’t stop you from making them few phone calls back when he was younger. What happened to those? You ain’t asked about AJ in years, Dexter.”

“Look, I’ain come here to argue with you about the past. I’m home now, and I wanna see my son,” he replied.

“Not happening,” I stated flatly.

“What you mean it’s not happening? That’s my fucking son! I’m his father!” His voice boomed through my office.

“Biologically,” I corrected. “You might’ve helped make him, but you had no hand in raising him.”

“Yeah, I heard you got him calling that nigga Khaotic his pops,” he remarked.

“Be careful how you speak about my brother, Dexter. Especially when he’s the one who’s been there for your son and the nigga that’ll make sure that AJ never has anything to do with you.” I cocked my head to the side so he could get my underlying message.

“Look, Rah. I’ain tryna have no problems with you or your brothers. I just wanna see my son,” he pleaded.

“Then you should’ve called instead of showing up at my job unannounced making demands. And for the record, AJ is old enough to decide whether he wants anything to do with you or not. I’m not forcing him into a relationship just because you finally decided you wanted one,” I informed him.

“So you telling me I gotta ask permission to see my own fucking son?” Dexter asked as his jaw clenched.

“I’m telling you that you’on get to make demands where AJ is concerned. You wanna be in his life? Then you need to understand that it’s not gonna happen just because you say so,” I corrected him… again.

“We’ll see about that,” he replied.

“Yeah, we will. Now get the fuck out of my office,” I ordered, pointing toward the door.

He opened his mouth to respond, but my office door opened before he could say anything.

“Wassup, baby? You ready to—” Mase stopped when he saw Dexter standing in front of my desk. His eyes shifted between us before settling on him. “Who the fuck is this nigga?” He questioned.

“Who I am is none of your fucking business,” Dexter snapped.

Mase’s expression hardened as his hand immediately moved toward his waist. I knew exactly what he was reaching for, and I wasn’t about to let that shit happen in my office. I grabbed Mase’s arm before he could pull his gun out and splatter Dexter’s brains all over my office walls.

“Baby, this is Dexter,…AJ’s father,” I explained.

Mase glanced at me before turning his attention back to Dexter.

“I’on give a fuck if he was my gah damn daddy. Nigga better watch how the fuck he talking to me,” Mase snapped, pulling his arm away.

“Nigga, fuck you,” Dexter shot back.

I immediately moved between them, pressing my hands against Mase’s chest.