Page 57 of Sophia, Property of Tracker

I follow and sit beside him. “Tash was here last night.”

Prez’s eyebrows raise. “Tash? Here? What the fuck did she want?”

“My thoughts exactly. I haven’t seen her in a while, not since things got serious with Sophia.

“What she say?”

“She said I have a son.”

Prez lets out a whistle and sits back in his chair, running his hands through his hair. “And you believe her?”

“I’m not sure. At first, I thought she was just here to cause trouble, but when she showed me a picture of him… I gotta say, Prez, he has my eyes.”

“Fuck,” he spits.

And we stare at each other for a minute.

“So why now? Where the fuck was she when she had him? Why didn’t she come and find you then?”

“She said she was sick when pregnant and went to live with her mom in Boston. Apparently, she came back to talk to me, but I was at Sophia’s. The boys told her I had another woman, and she decided to leave without telling me. Can you believe it?”

“Fuck no! It’s your right as a father to know you have a son, makes no difference who’s the mom. He’s yours.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

“What is it then? She need money?”

“Yup, she does.”

Prez shakes his head. “Fuckin’ bitch. Playing with you like that. What’s she want money for?”

“Well, she says he’s sick and needs an operation on his heart. She said she needs help paying for it.”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Fuck, brother, I’m sorry.”

“You got nothing to be sorry for. We don’t even know if he’s my son. What if she’s lying to me because she thinks I’m a fool and would do anything for my child.”

“Your right… but fuck! What you gonna do?”

Shrugging, I run my finger down the wood grain of the table. “Sophia wants me to look into it. Do a test to see if he’s mine for sure.”

“Does this have anything to do with what went down with you and Gunner last night?”

I press my lips together. “I asked Sophia to be my ol’ lady last night, and she turned me down.”

“Fuck, brother, I’m sorry. That’s gotta hurt,” he says, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah, it does, but what can I do? I’m one hundred percent sure she would have said yes if it wasn’t for Tash announcing that I’ve had a kid with her. But it is what it is. I’m hoping when all this is done and dusted, I won’t only make her my ol’ lady, but she’ll be my wife.”

“That’s my boy,” Prez says smiling, and we both stand and embrace.

I pull back. “And yeah, I might have taken it out on Gunner last night. But still, Prez, he was touchin’ my woman. If that was Jasmine, you’d do the same thing.”

“Brother, no man here would even think about touchin’ her. They’d be dead.” We both laugh, but then he straightens. “Tracker, you know if you need anything you just ask. I know you’re going through a lot right now with your brother and Rhyder trying to chase down Lawrence. But you can take a step back, and we can take over from here. Go and enjoy your woman, spend time with her, and do what you need to do. If that means finding out if the kid is yours, then do it.”

I inhale. “What would you do?”

“I’d do the test, no questions asked. If there was a chance I had a kid out there, I’d want to know.”

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