Page 167 of 4 Corinthians

Sighing, I sat back and wiped my hand over my face. “Which one? And please don’t tell me it’s that axe-carrying wife of yours.”

“Nah,” he answered. “The other one.”

“It’s a few of them,” I reminded him. “Just give me the name so I can tell them Melissa is mine.”

“Mercy,” he answered.

“Why?”

“Apparently she spiked Givens drink a few months back.”

“Sounds about right,” I said, nodding. “Where are they?”

“You ain’t getting her,” he said, and I chuckled. “Nah, for real. You aren’t. Mercy already took care of her.”

“Where her parents?”

“In the wind.”

“Siblings?”

“Two.”

“Give me their names then.”

“Pyrite already has the sister, and Xoey has the brother.”

“Where?” I questioned him.

“Pyrite has the baker locked in his basement, and Xoey has the brother in the warehouse.” He pulled a folder from his desk and handed it to me. “I did some research on them.” He chuckled. “To be honest, I've been researching every fucking name that you gave me. They all have ties to SP. The young niggas. The ones around our ages all work for SP in some capacity. Or at least are on the payroll. But it’s the old heads that caught my eye. They have a history with Robert or Logan, back in the day shit. Before we were born, hell, even thought of. Javien Sr. knew Corinthians and Psalms' daddy, Ruben. They did a few stints in jail together. Nothing long, a month or two for getting caught with drugs or money. Their lawyer got them off every time. Tyrell was the illegitimate child of one of the Cartells. I can't figure out which one, though. His daddy was an identical twin.”

“DNA is the same.”

“Right, he had a brother named Jax. Ain’t nobody seen or heard from him in years. One rumor is he’s dead, the other is he got institutionalized. There’s a payment record, but like I said, nobody has seen him in years.”

“He’s dead,” I said, and Nine nodded. He more than likely thought I was saying shit, but I wasn’t. Jax was dead, been dead. Whoever they were paying to institutionalize wasn’t Jax.

“Probably,” he agreed. “Their money guy, he works wonders. Honestly, for a second, I thought it was some shit you did.”

“Robert,” I said, shaking my head. “Nigga can fix a book better than anyone I know. Which is why it took Unc so long to figure out SP was in trouble.”

“Same thing I thought.” He sighed and wiped his hands over his face. “Every name. They all link back to Robert, which links back to our friend's family. All of them. The DeCortes, because of Ruben. The Stones: Micah was Robert’s head of security for years. The St. Thomas’ because Xia was their lawyer.”

“Not Xayne?” I asked, slightly surprised.

“Nah, Xayne was too busy trying to get his sister Xierra off the streets. He didn’t join the fold until the very end,” he answered. “And I don’t even want to go into that basket case. I get why Xoey did what she did.”

“She ain’t gonna forgive herself for killing her aunt.”

“She should because Logan was Xierra’s pet,” Nine announced, and immediately my face twisted. “Yeah.”

“Fuck.”

“Oh, it gets more interesting. Robert was or is friends with the Kilmores. He’s even the godfather of Isaac.”

“Since when?” I chuckled.

“I don’t know,” he answered with a shrug. “There’s a Will in there, one that shows what would happen to the Kilmore kids if their parents and grandparents died. Isaac would go to Robert. The others to Logan. They’d split the insurance money, Robert getting the bigger chunk even though he got one kid.”