“Ask who the woman in the car was,” Grant laughed, shaking his head. “Ask me that, Amethyst.”
“Who was the woman in the car?”
“Her sister,” Grant laughed. “Xavier was the woman in the car.”
“Nigga, Tulane has four daughters,” I said, shaking my head.
“He had five,” Grant coughed. “Now it’s four.”
“So y’all killed her? And blamed her death on her sister?” I was confused as fuck. “Why?” Tulane had reach but to go this far with covering up the death of a child proved how much he had. They’d rather hide that shit than deal with his wrath.
“You never asked who her mama was,” Grant said. “Ask that shit.”
“Who’s her mama?”
“Xierra St. Thomas,” Grant coughed. “Xavier is a St. Thomas.” Pyrite made a grunting noise, and my face twisted in confusion. Hearing that last name threw me completely off.
I exchanged looks with my brothers, and we stepped out of the room. I left Grant hanging in the middle of the room, making sure to close the door behind me. The sounds of his brothers’ screams echoed through the warehouse. Uri was working.
“Did you know about this?” I asked Pyrite. Pyrite was close to Xoey because of how they met. “Did you know that Xoey had a cousin?”
“Yeah, she told me when we were committed. It was one of the reasons she was there; she was trying to get information from Xavier’s ex-boyfriend.”
“Her ex was committed, too?” Citrine asked as he ran his hand over his hair.
“No, Xoey broke into his house and tortured him,” Pyrite denied and leaned against the wall. “She let herself get caught to send a message to his family and to show Xavier that she was looking for her. She and Xoey were close, having basically grown up together after her mother left. Xia said her niece and nephew wouldn’t go into the system, and they didn’t.”
“Nigga, do you know how bad this is going to be?” Citrine asked. “Xoey ain’t gonna listen to shit you have to say about Yale not being responsible for Xavier’s death.”
“Xoey, we can handle; it’s Xavier’s brother that’s going to be a problem.”
“Mirror?” Pyrite asked. “Fuck!”
“Wait, Xavier is the sister he’s been looking for all these years?” Citrine was putting two and two together, and all I could do was nod. This shit was going to be a big ass problem.
“Yeah,” I answered as I ran my hand over my face. “Fuck!”
“You thought you were in charge, Amethyst!” Grant yelled, and I turned to look at the door. “You thought your fucking family was untouchable, and the truth is y’all don’t run shit! My boss runs it all!”
“Boss?” I pushed open the door and stared at Grant. “You mean your brother?”
“Nah, I love Quincy, but that nigga ain’t in charge like that. He’s an errand boy for our daddy. My boss, the nigga that’s running all of this,” he laughed as he swayed. “I already know I’m not getting out of here alive, so I may as well tell you what you want to know.” He smiled and dropped his head. “My boss wants all you niggas dead. Shit ain’t what it seems and y’allloyalty is about to be tested.” Grant lifted his head and smiled proudly. “Somebody on y’all team ain’t what they seem and the secrets y’all keep close to the vest are about to be exposed.”
Chapter twenty-two
Yale
“Morning,” Mama Diamond greeted me when I walked into the kitchen. The smell of eggs, bacon, and biscuits hit my nose as soon as I walked down the stairs, so I knew she was in here getting down. Pops was nowhere in sight, which meant he was already gone for the day, and she and I were alone. “Why do you look so sad?”
“Amethyst never came back,” I answered as I sat at the island and scrolled through my phone. I didn’t have any missed calls or texts from him, which was abnormal for him. “Have you heard from him?”
“He called his daddy a few hours ago.” She nodded as she continued to cook. “They should be here shortly.”
“Is everything okay?” I asked, and she looked over her shoulder at me. “What?”
“I’m waiting for you to admit you’re in love with my son, Yale,” she said, then turned back to the eggs and started plating them.“Y’all have been dancing around each other for too many damn years.”
“I-”
