Page 160 of Meraux Mafia: No Ordinary Love

Me: I'll hit you when I’m done.

Sliding it into my pocket, I used my key to let myself in. The house was quiet, which meant Sophia was drunk or on her way. It was only one of two places I would find my father: his office or the basement. They seemed like the only places he found peace in this house.

“Tyson, I’m surprised to see you.” My father nervously replied, lifting his head from his desk.

“Are you still in debt?”

He dropped his pen, leaning back to look me in the eyes.

“I’m working on it.”

“Would anybody you know be angry enough to come for the people you love?” I posed, and sadly, the question hadn’t even crossed his mind until now. “Who do you owe?”

“Morgan Cassidy,” There was a smile on my face as I shook my head, praying I had misheard him.

“You were down that bad you went to Morgan?”

“I’m not proud of my decisions-”

“But it didn’t stop you from making bad ones?”

“Nobody reputable would even entertain me, thanks to your uncles.”

“Typical Lucas. It’s always somebody else’s fault.”

“That’s a fact! They babied me. Coddled me as if I wasn’t capable of making decisions.”

“You didn’t think I was ready to run the business. A chip off the old block, huh.”

“I didn’t say that, son.”

“You didn’t have to, but I’m not trippin’. I came for a name, and you gave me one.” Turning to leave the room, Lucas allowed me to get to the door before calling my name.

I didn’t want or need his validation. I was also uninterested in any excuse he wanted to throw at me. I needed to get home and change so I could be on time to meet with Mack and Gi. Tonight was the first step of putting all the bullshit behind me, but first, I needed to drop in on Kyerra.

Dressed in all black, I stopped by her house before I scooped Mack. Gi had given us an address to meet him at. I thought we were all going together, but I saw the look in his eyes before we split. He was up to something.

“Hey,” Kyerra nervously answered the door tugging at her robe.

“Wassup.” I stepped inside and stood in the living room. Usually, I would’ve taken a seat and made myself comfortable, but I didn’t intend on being here long. I had more important shit to handle tonight. “Why won’t we need a DNA test?”

Her head dropped, and I didn’t know if she was nervous or if this was a part of the good-girl persona that she had adopted. “I don’t think I’m keeping it.”

“Why?”

“Why should I?” she spat back with so much venom. “You hate me, and so will your entire family if I walk in pregnant with your baby. Maybe it’s just easier if I don’t.” Her voice fell to a whisper at the last part.

“Still worried about all the wrong shit.”

“Were you always this crass, or did the dick blind me?”

“You aren’t innocent in this shit, Kyerra, so I don’t feel sorry for you. You fucked me. When you couldn’t do that, you turned around and fucked my cousin. Then fucked on me some more. Now you’re trying to run from the smoke you created.”

“I couldn’t have fucked you without your permission.”

“You’re right, but I’m not sweating the shit. I fucked up. I own that. Maybe you should try it.”

“Fuck you!”

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