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"Not enough," Cori answered.

"Anyway," Krude replied. "Kiss that nigga so I can see something."

"What do you have planned, Krude?" Cori cautiously asked. "Because if you plan to hold his nose or anything like that, I'm telling you right now, don’t."

"That's a good idea, but that's not what I planned," he grunted. "Now kiss his chapped lip having ass. You kissing all on him and ain’t put a drop of ChapStick on him. Mouth hot and lips chapped. Just a fucked-up combination."

"Krude..."

"I'm going to kiss him just to shut you up," Cori agreed. I knew she was annoyed with Krude, but I also knew he was getting on her nerves on purpose. If he kept her talking then she wouldn't fold into herself, get lost in her thoughts, and start blaming herself for things she couldn't change.

I felt Cori's lips against mine again, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss her back, but I couldn't. Right after she ended the kiss, I felt the bed shift again, then...

"NIGGA, WAKE YOUR ASS UP SO WE CAN GO KILL FOLKS!" Krude yelled into my ear.

I was going to beat his ass when my eyes finally opened.

Corinthians

"Iknow I'm the last person you want to see," Kenbral said. The only thing separating us was Uri's bed, and it took everything in me not to walk across it and kill him. Gentle stood next to him, his eyes locked on Uri lying there. I could see the anguish in his eyes, and I understood it. Uri wasn't supposed to be there. "But I came to talk."

"Why?" I cautiously asked him. There wasn't too much of anything he could tell me that I didn't already know.

"Because my brother would want me to," he replied. "Four and I are close. He trusted me to look out for you when he couldn't in the past." I blinked slowly, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. "I did it then with no problems, and I will do it now."

"Wait," I said, shaking my head. "You're serious right now?"

"Yes." And he was. I could tell from the look on his face.

"How? I asked. "How are you so damn serious right now, like you did exactly what your brother asked you to do?"

"I did what I could," he insisted. "What I could do, to keep you safe."

"Safe?" I laughed. "You kept me safe?"

"Yes."

"Your father raped me while you were in the room with other people! I was drugged and raped, and you're standing there trying to tell me you did everything you could to protect me?! My son is your fucking brother! How was that protecting me, Kenbral?!"

"I protected you because of that lie!" He yelled back. "Robert isn't Judah's daddy. Four is!" He threw his hands in the air. "This whole fucking time, Cori, I've been sitting on that shit! Robert didn't fuck you. He had you drugged, and a doctor came in and artificially inseminated Four's sperm in you."

"Wait. What?!" My mind was racing a mile a minute, and I was trying to hear what Kenbral was saying without passing out. This was too damn much. "How?!"

"Melissa was fucking around with Four. They had sex a few days before that night," he said, shaking his head. "She got the condoms he nutted into. His sperm was extracted, frozen, and then shipped here. Robert had Melissa set you up. Get you drunk or drugged, he didn't care, and then brought you back to his house. That whole night was a setup. Melissa wasn't your friend. Bitch didn't love you. Didn't care a damn thing about you. She just wanted her check. Wanted to show her daddy that she could make money like Javien Jr. Be successful like Fable."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Melissa was Javien Walters Jr. and Fable’s sister. Different mamas but all got the same daddy. Javien Sr. was friends with Robert. He worked for him."

"Robert didn't rape me?" I asked, not caring about anything else. "H-h-h-he didn't rape me?"

"Technically, he did. He had that doctor do something to you without your consent."

"He didn't stick his dick in me?" I clarified. "He didn't do the sick shit he did to me as a kid?"

"No," he stated. "He stood near you. Watching, but he didn't touch you."

I slowly sat in the chair next to Uri's bed. "Robert isn't Judah's father?" I asked again. I needed to hear him say it. The words. They bounced around in my head and heart but hadn't settled. "Right. He isn't Judah's father?"