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“I called them, they said they were on their way,” Cornelius informed Laura.

“This is a nice house you got here,” she said.

Laura wasn’t lying; the house was nice and spacious. When she was pregnant with both of the boys, they were living in a small ass two bedroom with three totes full of clothes. They were young, dumb, and in love back then. Everything was good until she went out with her friends from work one night and met Lawrence. While Cornelius was everything she loved, Lawrence was everything she lusted for. Meeting Lawrence with all his money, swag, and street legend persona was all it took for him to snatch her away from a man who loved her one deep dick stroke at a time.

“You can kill all the small talk. Just sit here until the boys get here. No need for conversation; we don’t need that shit between us,” he told her.

“If I never told you before, I’m sorry about how things turned out with us,” she told him.

He looked at her and smiled.

“It takes you being on the run for you to finally apologize for fucking around on me, when all I did was work my ass off for you and our boys. The boys were little back then, but they’re not anymore. Instead of trying to get right with me, you need to be doing that shit with whatever god you choose. I can promise you if you don’t die, you’re damn sure gonna come close. Besides, I don’t forgive or forget. I only got you here because if I threw you to the wolves, it would hurt the boys. No matter how old they get, they love your scandalous ass.”

“Well, damn, tell me how you really feel,” she said.

“Never that,” he said with a chuckle. “Just chill until the boys get here. Then, I’ll leave y’all in here to talk. I don’t trust your ass not to drop an earring or take ya panties off to leave them under the sofa or some shit. They say misery loves company, so I know your ass is lonely as fuck right now,” Cornelius said and laughed.

Laura knew he was serious, though. The crazy part was she couldn’t even find one thing to say to convince him otherwise. She had been doing foul shit for so long that she forgot what the hell the right way to do things was.

There was a knock at the door, and Cornelius went to let the boys in. “I’ll leave y’all to it. If y’all leave and she’s still here, come get me before you leave her unsupervised in my damn house,” he told his sons.

They were too busy staring at their mother with the look of death to respond to their father’s slick ass comment.

“I need y’all help,” she told them without even giving them a chance to ask what was going on.

“No shit, Ma. Continue,” LJ told her.

“Nikki is y’all sister, that’s why I’ve been under her like I have,” she said quickly. Laura expected them to have some sort of reaction, but instead, they just looked at her. When she concluded that they had nothing to say, she kept talking. “I was trying to shoot Mike-Mike, and Lawrynn’s ass was in the way. Murder must’ve thought I was trying to shoot her, and he jumped in front of the bullet. I shot him instead. I don’t know how he is right now,” she said as tears fell down her face.

“If she’s our sister, when the fuck was you pregnant? I don’t remember you being knocked up but with Lawrynn,” Lemelle said.

“Do y’all remember when I sent y’all to stay with your daddy for a couple of years?” she asked them both.

Laura could tell by the look on LJ’s face that he was just as confused. At the same time, Cornelius walked past the living room to the kitchen. He stood in front of the fridge getting something to drink.

“You said you were going back to school for something. So, Pops, you knew about this shit the whole time too? Not one of y’all thought to tell us that we had a damn sister?” LJ jumped in.

“It wasn’t my shit to tell,” Cornelius said.

“I’m the only one y’all need to be upset with. All of this is on me,” Laura said.

“What do yo want us to do? For real, Mama, you’re too damn old to be so damn messy. You’re fucked up on so many levels that I have a hard time even listening to your ass. Nikki, our cousin, is our sister,” Lamelle said, shaking his head. “So, what’s next? Is Daddy your brother or uncle? I mean, damn Mama, is there anything in our lives that you told the truth about?” LJ asked.

If it wasn’t for his father telling them to come talk to her, he wouldn’t have. He was over this whole damn family at this point. Hearing that Nikki was their sister and not their cousin didn’t move him one way or the other. He was on some fuck all the family shit anyway. His mother’s tears hadn’t changed his outlook so far, and he doubted it would.

“What you out here lying for? Shit, am I really your damn, son? I don’t know what the hell is up with some of the women in this damn family. Y’all doing the most for no reason,” Lamelle said. It never failed; there was always some type of drama. “You hiding siblings and shit. Now you’re telling me that hoe ass Nikki is our sister who tried to blind our other sister. I’m gonna call Tyler Perry and tell him about this shit because it sounds like one of his movies.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” Laura said.

“How could you think that? Not once did you step in and say kill all that extra shit. Y’all are sisters. When we were calling you out on your funny moves, you never clarified the reason. The only thing you did call us for was for us to go bail that hoe out. I guess I know why now,” LJ said, jumping in the conversation.

“You flawed like a motherfucker. Why you have Pops call us? What do you want from us now?” Lamelle asked.

“I need y’all to get rid of the gun I have,” she said.

They looked at each other and shook their heads.

“You got a price on your head, but you trying to get rid of a gun?” Lamelle asked. He looked at his brother then laughed to keep from choking the hell out of their mother. “Man, I’m going to get a vasectomy. I’ll be damned if I keep this fucked up ass family tree goin’,” he said.

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