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Chapter Twenty
Khaotic
Iwas sitting in my office going over some numbers when Tae walked in with his phone in his hand. Ever since Gabi moved back into his house, his attitude had been a hell of a lot better.
“Check your email,” he announced, dropping into the chair across from me.
“For what?” I questioned, looking up from my paperwork.
“DNA results came back. Saint just texted me.”
I immediately reached for my phone. It had been a little over a week since we’d taken the tests, and although I hadn’t been stressing over the results, I was ready to find out whether Frank St. Clair was my father.
“You opened yours?” I asked.
“Nah, Saint wanna do it together. He on his way up here,” Tae explained.
“Aight,” I replied, setting my phone down.
I returned to my paperwork while Tae scrolled through his phone. We hadn’t talked much about Kat since the shower, and I was still in no hurry to have another conversation with her. Whatever the results said, at least we’d have something more than her word to go on.
“You and Gabi straight?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Yeah, we’re good. She’s getting that divorce shit handled,” Tae answered.
“Good, because your ass was miserable without her,” I replied, laughing.
“Nigga, fuck you,” he shot back, shaking his head.
I laughed and went back to what I was doing until Saint came walking into my office a little while later.
“Wassup, brothers?” he greeted, laughing as he dapped us up.
“Nigga, don’t start claiming us yet,” Tae replied. “We ain’t opened shit.”
Saint laughed and took a seat.
“Man, pull that shit up so we can see what it say,” he told us.
I opened the email and clicked on the report. After scrolling past the information explaining the testing, I finally reached the results.
I stared at the screen for a moment before looking up.
“Ain’t this some shit,” I muttered.
Tae leaned forward, reading from his own phone.
“Hold the fuck on. This shit saying all three of us got the same daddy?”
“That’s exactly what the fuck it says,” Saint replied, laughing. “Y’all niggas really my brothers.”
The results confirmed that we shared the same biological father. Frank St. Clair, the man Saint had known as his daddy, was also mine and Tae’s.
“This shit is crazy,” I said, shaking my head.
“So, I got another big brother to aggravate? Let me get twenty dollars,” Tae joked.
“Nigga, get the fuck on,” Saint laughed.
