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“Aht, aht, aht. That’s what got us in this shit in the first place.”
“You don’t want to be stuck with me any more than I want to be with you. It’s best this way. The last thing either of us wants is to end up like your parents,” Kyerra leaned against the arm of the chair, focused on her nails to avoid me.
“No, I don’t. I’m not going to lie, but it’s your body. I can’t tell you what to do, Kyerra. If you decide to keep the baby, I will step up and do whatever it takes, pending a DNA test.”
“Why do you keep saying that like I was out here fucking everybody?”
“I’m not doing shit without that test. If it’s mine, I’ll be there. No question about it.”
“Get out of my house!”
“Let me know what you decide. Lock this door.” I left without putting up a fight. The rest was on Kyerra, but I was done being a victim. The shit was draining, and at the end of the day, I got back in bed with Kyerra, so I had to lay in it no matter what she decided.
“You sure this nigga is going to show up?” Tyson asked, growing impatient.
“He’ll show.” I couldn’t understand why he refused to step up and be a father. Trent claimed to love Hailo, but if that’s what love looked like, he could keep that shit far away from my wife.
“I think that’s him,” Mack nodded toward the lights pulling up in our direction.
We were sitting outside the warehouse, and Hailo asked Trent to meet her. It was actually me, but I knew he’d be reluctant to show up this time of night if I asked. I didn’t want to alert him that we were on to him, so I used Hailo to get him here.
“Where the fuck is Hailo?” Trent’s face twisted in confusion.
“If you thought my wife was showing up tonight after what you did, maybe you are dumber than I thought.” Grabbing Trent by his tie, I jerked his body closer, shoving the barrel of my gun into his neck. “Where is TJ?”
“W-w-wait a minute,” he stammered, holding his hands up. “Y-y-y-you really think I’d try to kill my own daughter.”
“The same daughter your other children know nothing about? It wouldn’t be much of a loss now, would it, Trent?”
“I’ve made many mistakes in my life, but I would never hurt Hailo!”
Trent was shitty for many reasons, but even I believed him, staring into his eyes.
“Being an ain’t shit father causes pain too. Maybe you didn’t shoot her, but what about your son?”
“TJ?” he asked as if he had another one. Trent had two children with his wife, a son and a daughter that he showed more love and attention than he did Hailo.
“Maybe he found out that the man he looked up to ain’t shit and wanted a little retaliation,” I assumed, offering a reasonable rationale.
“He wasn’t too happy that you let Lo off the hook about that money,” Tyson added.
“TJ wouldn’t go against your family. He wouldn’t do that,” Trent spoke confidently in hopes I took his word.
“I’ll be the judge of that. Get him here, or it’ll be worse for the both of you if I have to find him.” I released Trent so he could grab his phone, but my gun was still tucked under his chin.
Trent called TJ, who said he was on his way. Tyson and Mack joined the watch party as we waited for TJ to arrive. For Hailo’s sake, I was hoping they were behind it so we could end this shit. The downside would be the aftermath of killing her father and brother. For better or worse, Hailo still had Trent’s blood coursing through her veins.
“Aye, I need to holla at you,” Tyson spoke. Mack took over guarding Trent while the two of us stepped aside. “What if it wasn’t either of them?”
“Then who the fuck could it be?” I asked, annoyed, feeling that Tyson was withholding information again.
“Pops was in the hole. I was giving him the money to keep them off him, but I stopped. I didn’t know who he owed until tonight.”
“Who is it?”
“Morgan Cassidy.”
“What the fuck?”
