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"Oh, you mean Judah DeCorte-Strong? Son of Uri Strong and Corinthians DeCorte-Strong? What about him?" Her dark eyes sparkled against the moon.

"Man," I sighed and shook my head. When Kenbral told me that Judah was mine, I'd been floored. His withholding that piece of the story changed everything. His reason was sound. I would've gone after Robert, not stopping until one of us was dead. More than likely back then, it would've been me. "I swear, hearing that makes me happy in a way I can't explain."

"Same," Cori agreed. "You being his daddy and father makes all this worth it."

I let go of her face, then looked around. Mims lived in a nice ass house. On the way from the airport, Nine hacked into his security cameras and looped his security feed so he couldn't see us coming.

"You ready for this?" Cori asked, and I nodded.

I pulled my gun from the waist of my pants, checked the clip, then looked at her. The black barber razor that she kept with her was already in her hand, ready to go.

"You know it's something about seeing a Black power couple that tickles my damn fancy," Krude said as we passed him. "Look at them, holding hands, looking like a Black Mr. and Mrs. Smith, on their way to kill their handler and shit. It's real romantic and shit. I can’t wait to tell my book club about this."

"You're still in a book club?" Ex asked him.

"Uh yeah," Krude replied then sucked his teeth. "I keep trying to tell y'all I'm an intelligent nigga and shit."

"You're intelligent, yet you tell your book club about our illegal activities?" Ex questioned him. "How does that work?"

"I tell them shit like it's a book I'm reading," he said, waving Ex off. "They think our shit is just stories I've made up. I make a li’l money, and they enjoy our escapes."

Cori stopped walking and turned to him. "They pay you to tell them about what happens to us?"

"Yes." He gave a singular nod. "They are supporting a Black-owned business. I got an LLC and a team. We are legit around here."

"Who helped you get an LLC?" Cori asked. We may have all been thinking about it, but she was the only one brave enough to ask the questions. I knew asking Krude questions would end up with me having a headache.

"My. Team." He pointed to Nine and Judge. Nine stood there, one hand holding his gun and the other holding Cross' hand. She quickly let his hand go. Hit his arm, then shook her head. Nine had the nerve to look guilty.

Judge, on the other hand, stood there, arms crossed, a mug on his face. He didn't look like he cared either way. But I wasn't surprised that he helped Krude do anything. They were more alike than people realized. Krude just said his intrusive thoughts while Judge kept quiet.

"I have so many questions," Psalms said, shaking her head. "But I'm so scared to ask them."

"Same," we all said in unison.

"We will talk about it later, Lorena Bobbit. You got niggas to hack up."

"She used a kitchen knife," Cori told him, then flipped her knife around her hand. "Very big difference from what I use."

"Okay then, Ms. Cecile, you and that razor go have the time of your life," he said, then waved her off. "Let your freak flag fly."

Cori laughed, then we went to the front door. Just as my hand touched the knob, I heard the locks disengage, and I turned it. I kissed the side of Cori's head, then walked into the house.

"Upstairs first door on the left," Nine said from behind us. I nodded then headed up the steps, two at a time. Even though Cori was with me, I wasn’t letting her walk into any room first. I reached the top of the steps, then slowly opened the door. Mims was fucking on a woman; her moans muffled by the mattress. Without waiting, I hit him in the head with the butt of my gun, and he rolled off the woman and hit the ground. The woman yelled, or at least who I thought was a woman.

"What the fuck?" Mims yelled as he rolled over in bed. He wasn't the one fucking; he was getting fucked!

"Now I didn't see that one coming," I chuckled, then aimed my gun at him. I looked down to the ground at Logan. "But then again, I should've." I shook my head. "Get the fuck up."

"Listen-"

"I ain't trying to hear shit you got to say, get the fuck up!" I yelled. Mims got up, covered his dick with his hand, and then stood at the edge of the bed. "How long you been fucking that nigga?"

"Since I was twelve," he answered, and I shook my head.

Corinthians

When I walked into Dwayne ‘Mims’ Gregory’s bedroom, the last thing I expected was for him to be standing there, naked, holding his dick.