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“Nah, Kat. I’ain got shit to say to you,” I replied without stopping.

“Ajoni, watch your mouth,” Gee chastised.

“My bad Gee. You can beat my ass tomorrow, but I’ain got shit for Kat right now.”

Kat started to say something else, but Ma Pat stopped her before she could make things worse.

I took Tori’s hand and headed upstairs, leaving them to whatever conversation they wanted to have.

Once we got to our bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed while Tori went into the bathroom. I was still pissed, and the more I thought about what Kat had said, the more questions I had.

For the first time in my life, I had the name of a man who might be my father. I knew Saint’s pops was dead, so any questions that I had for the nigga would never get answered.

***

A few days later, Tae and I pulled up to Saint’s tattoo shop. We’d talked about the situation since the shower, and neither one of us was interested in sitting around waiting for Kat to come up with another explanation.

Saint was in his office when we arrived, and after greeting Blank and Zo, we headed to the back. He was finishing up something on his computer when we walked in.

“Wassup, fellas?” he greeted, standing to dap us up.

“What’s good, bruh?” I replied, taking a seat while Tae dropped into the chair beside me.

“Man, y’all already know why we here,” I told him. “We need to get this DNA shit handled.”

“Shit, I’m with it,” Saint replied, closing his laptop. “I’ve been thinking about that shit since the shower.”

I nodded, looking at him. Saint had lost his father when he was around four years old, so there wasn’t anybody we could go to for answers. Frank St. Clair had been dead for years, and the only person who could tell us anything about what happened back then was Kat. I damn sure wasn’t interested in depending on her word.

“Since your pops ain’t here, the only way we gone know anything is getting all three of us tested,” I told him.

“We can get a sibling DNA test done and see what comes back,” Saint explained.

“Then let’s make that shit happen,” Tae replied.

“Set it up,” I told Saint. “Whatever it costs, I’ll handle it.”

“Nigga, ain’t nobody worried about the money,” Saint replied. “We all got a reason to want some answers.”

I nodded, appreciating that he was willing to handle the situation with us. Saint hadn’t asked for any of this shit either, and now he was questioning whether two niggas he’d known for years were actually his brothers.

“Man, this some wild-ass shit,” Saint muttered, shaking his head. “First Cadence, and now I might have two brothers. Shit at least you niggas can help me with all these damn sisters,” he laughed.

“Shit, you got it. I got my hands full with a wife and daughter… not to mention Rah’s big-headed ass.” I smirked.

Saint agreed to schedule the testing and send us the information once everything was arranged. I didn’t care what the results revealed at this point. I just wanted the truth.

As we got ready to leave, Saint looked toward Tae.

“Speaking of having some shit to straighten out, when you gone talk to Gabi?”

“The fuck Gabi got to do with what we talking about?” Tae frowned.

“Ain’t got nothing to do with this, but since you’re here, there’s something I wanted to tell you,” Saint replied. “I had Tre look into that nigga Kentrell after he kept popping up at my shop. There’s more to that situation than what you saw.”

“I’on give a fuck what the situation is,” Tae snapped. “Whatever she got going on with her husband ain’t got shit to do with me.”

“Ain’t nobody making excuses for her, bruh,” Saint replied. “I’m just saying there’s some shit you might wanna hear before you completely write her off.”