“But it’s the fuckin’ audacity for me, the entitlement, and the fact that y’all really sat down and organized this low-budget conspiracy involving my sperm like I wasn’t eventually gon’ find out. Y’all let desperation, lust, and greed turn both of y’all into complete idiots, and now look… one doctor is about to lose his career, and the other is about to lose his pulse.” I paused. “Well, technically, both of y’all are losing both. I just haven’t decided what order yet.”
Dr. Fairchild began to weep quietly. “I swear, I was only trying to help her!”
I turned toward him, slowly. “Nigga, you wanted to fuck her. Let’s not start editing the story now that the ending ain’t looking favorable for you.”
His crying grew louder.
Knox, standing by with an aura of calm menace, cracked his knuckles deliberately as he began to approach Dr. Fairchild.
“You wanna handle this one?” I asked.
Knox’s grin was dark and knowing. “I thought you’d never ask, my brother.”
The second Dr. Fairchild recognized that I was moving away from him instead of toward him, his panic got worse.
“Wait! Please! Please, Mr. Belvior!”
“You were bold during the setup, but now you wanna audition for sympathy? Yeah… okay. You know, maybe,just maybe, I would’ve spared you, since technically, you didn’t perform the procedure.” I pointed at Salvatore. “I’m more pissed at this nigga. Not to be mistaken, I still would’ve beat yo’ assrealgood, but you would’ve lived long enough to wake up every morning, touch your swollen face, and regret every decision that led you to me.”
I tilted my head.
“So now I’m sure you’re wondering, if I got my child anyway, why do I still want you dead?”
Dr. Fairchild nodded repeatedly like he finally thought logic was entering the conversation.
I leaned forward slightly.
“Because you still won’t tell the damn truth. Simple. See, I hate liars; they’re worse than thieves to me. A thief might steal money, but a liar will steal yo’ peace, waste yo’ time, destroy yo’ trust, and have you looking stupid in front of company.”
I shook my head slowly in disappointment.
Dr. Fairchild’s face twisted in confusion.
“In simpler terms,” I continued. “you keep trimming pieces off the story instead of handing me the whole ugly truth at once. Every answer has to be dragged outta you like a confession at gunpoint or like yo’ honesty got an eviction notice, and that type of shit irritates me. If you wanted to sample from the melaninmenu, just say that. We done held a whole investigation over something yo’ dick decided before yo’ brain even clocked in.”
“Okay!” he suddenly shouted. “I did want to! But she seemed desperate, and I really was trying to help her too!”
I nodded slowly. “Mm-hmm. See? There it is. Horny with a side of community service.”
Knox snorted behind me.
“I already knew,” I continued. “I just wanted to hear yo’ dumb ass say it out loud.”
Dr. Fairchild blinked rapidly. “So... can I go?”
I stared at him for two seconds before bursting into laughter. Then I turned toward Knox.
“This nigga just asked if he could go.”
Knox rubbed his beard as if he was genuinely trying to understand the question.
“Go where?” he asked calmly. “Home?”
Dr. Fairchild looked between us, confused, like he still believed that was an unusually aggressive patient grievance meeting.
Knox glanced around the room. “You see a discharge desk somewhere?”
I sighed heavily before looking back at him.
