“Nobody asked me to help out.”
Vi rolled her eyes. “They shouldn’t have to ask. It’s calledvolunteering.”
“What-fuckin’-ever, Vi. Just askin’ for a small favor. Don’t gotta be a bitch ‘bout it.”
“How old is he?”
“No fuckin’ clue.”
With her hands planted flat on the desk,she pressed herself back in her chair. “Well, it’s been about four years since she caught you with your jeans down around your ass and your dick in Bunny’s mouth and she wasn’t pregnant then. So my guess is he’s under four.”
“No fuckin’ clue.”
“Was he a teenager?”
What?“No.”
“A baby?”
“Fuck no. If he was a fuckin’ teen or a baby, I’d know he wasn’t mine.”
“I don’t know. Sometimes you’re pretty fucking clueless. Like letting Bunny suck your dick while Kyra—your girlfriend—was at the same. Damn. Party.”
Jesus Christ.She was beating that particular fuck-up to death. “Was fuckin’ drunk.”
Vi barked out a sharp laugh. “And stoned. And stupid.”
He couldn’t deny any of that. “She didn’t even give me a second fuckin’ chance.”
Vi leaned forward. “If I caught my man getting his cock sucked by a club girl, I wouldn’t either. Hell, it wouldn’t even have to be a club girl. Could be any woman. In fact, he’d be lucky I didn’t cut his dick the fuck off.” She sliced her hand through the air in a cutting motion.
Zeke winced. “Goddamn, woman. Gonna help me or not?”
Vi sighed and sat back again, crossing her arms over her chest and taking him in. “I don’t know, Zeke. Did you ask her yourself?”
“Yeah. She wouldn’t answer.”
“My team can handle a lot of shit, but not paternity tests.”
“Just need an address. Phone number. Tried the one I got but she musta changed it.”
“Do you blame her? She was upset and probably felt foolish since you were standing in the middle of the courtyard when she caught you and Bunny.”
Or it could’ve been the fact that he contacted her a few times after she left. More than a few. Once she blocked his number, he simply left voicemails. But all he wanted to do was explain how getting head from sweet butts didn’t mean shit.
She lifted a finger. “If I do this, I don’t want you harassing her.”
“Just wanna have a face-to-face with her without some other dick bein’ there.”
Vi’s eyebrows pinned together. “What other dick?”
Zeke scraped his fingers through his hair. “Some fuckin’ asshole puttin’ his hands all over her.”
“You mean she had a boyfriend or husband with her? Possibly the father of her son?”
Husband?“Asked him if the kid was his, he said no, that he was some loser’s.”
“Well, there you go, cuz. That’s proof the kid has to be yours, then,” she said on a laugh. She sobered quickly. “You could always get Lily to file in the courts. But Zeke…if, for some reason, this kid’s yours, you know what that means, right? Child support and actual responsibility. If he’s yours, you can’t just pop in and out of the kid’s life. You’d need to be?—”
