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"No," he answered. "Robert isn't Judah's father."

"Uri is Judah's father."

Tears fell from my eyes, but I didn't bother to wipe them—every emotion known to man and even some that weren't flooded my body.

"Corinthians..."

"You knew this the whole time and didn't say anything," I said, staring at Kenbral. "Why?"

"Because I know how much my brother loves you," he answered, and I felt my eyebrows damn near touch. "How much do you know about why I was back with Robert?"

"Uri told me everything." I hated that I knew. Knowing took away some of the anger and hatred I felt for Kenbral. He sacrificed his life for Uri.

"Then you know I wasn't there because I wanted to be," he said, and I nodded. "You think I just went for Four?"

"Yes."

"Nah, I went for you too," he replied with a shake of his head. "I went because I knew that if Four went, you'd be dragged back into that lifestyle to try and save him. Once you had Judah, I knew that I had to do everything in my power to keep y’all from ending up dead because if y’all did, Robert would get his hands on Judah.”

“That sounds good,” I replied, shaking my head. “Real good.”

Kenbral chuckled. “What the fuck did I gain from being around that shit?” he asked. “I got a damn wife and a daughter that doesn’t even know the good part of her family. I could’ve said no. I could’ve lived my fucking life and let Four do what the fuck he was going to do, but I knew that shit wouldn’t end well. Robert is calculated as fuck. He’s just starting to let his guard down. Four walking his ass in there would’ve sent him into hiding. He would’ve stalked your ass until he finally snapped and killed you. It ain’t ever been a secret how much in love you and Four are. You think I didn't realize even back then how much y'all loved each other? You learned to take care of him better than I did. He fought for you. You fought for him."

"He fought for you, too," I reminded him. "I fought for Psalms."

He sadly smiled. "Psalms may not ever tell you this because she doesn't want you to feel any type of way, but y'all never fought for us."

"Excuse me?" I stood ready to argue that notion down. "We didn't fight for y'all? Are you serious right now? How many scars do I have covering my body? How many does Uri have? Are you really standing here saying we didn't fight for y'all?"

"You fought for each other.”

“We fought for y'all!”

“Y’all fought because of me and Psalms. There's a difference."

I laughed and shook my head. "Kenbral, go to hell," I said, crossing my arms. "We fought for y'all."

"You didn't, but it's cool," he denied. "I ain't here to argue with you about what I know."

"Then why are you here?" I snapped. "Huh? Why? Because you've already dropped the bomb on me that your brother is my child's father and not your father like I've thought since I found out I was pregnant."

"I'm here to tell you I know where the rest of the people on the list are."

"I don’t care about them right now," I said, shaking my head. "My concern is Uri waking up."

"Getting to these people will get you to Robert,” he replied. “When Four wakes up, he’s going to want Robert’s head. Those locations put you one step closer to that.”

"My concern is Uri,” I said again. “I’ll figure out the other shit when he’s awake.”

"I have names and locations."

I sighed, then sat back down. Uri was going to want locations and wouldn't stop until he killed every last one of them. "Give me what you have," I told Kenbral.

"You'll give them to Four when he wakes up?"

"No," I answered. "I'll give him their heads."

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