Page 49 of Another Constant

I gave him a quick glare before I nodded forward. “Get me what you can and be discreet about it.”

He nodded. “I’ll be in touch.”

Once his trunk was empty, he pulled out of the garage and the door was lowered. When I turned back to the festivities, Maj was seated on a stool in the center of the room, usually where Betty, my favorite oldie, sat. She was at the shop getting a good paint job for those summer cruises.

“I told you I’d handle him, Kinga. We didn’t have t?—”

“Shut the fuck up.” I walked up behind then circled him.

He glared at me, angry, but he knew it was best to just shut the fuck up.

“I told you if I had to see you about that nigga again it wouldn’t be pleasant, didn’t I?” I picked up the hexed wrench leaning against the tool shed. In one motion I swung the tool and it made perfect contact with his knee.

He groaned through the pain. “I don’t know where he is, Kinga. I swear.”

The need to put fist to flesh overtook me and I dropped the wrench. My fist made contact with his face several times before I felt a hand on my shoulder.

That only meant one person because nobody in this room was stupid enough to pull me back.

“He can’t talk if you kill him, Kinga.” Sora’s tone was low and almost pleading.

“Probably not, but somebody who does talk will come to his fucking funeral, right?” I looked over my shoulder at my brother.When the hell had he gotten here?

Maj squirmed, then spit blood from his mouth. “He’s not doing it for himself. He’s loyal to Twan. He told me they got picked up a few weeks back. Agent Beck or something like that. Said to get off, Twan had to give up a big name. Kyro didn’t have anything to do with this. My cous?—”

“You're still speaking for somebody who knew they’d get you killed. Your blood ain’t shit.”

Sora stepped in while I walked away, trying not to finish his ass off. “Where is he at, Maj? You really want him to get this over with and not prolong it.”

“That’s my bloo—” Maj started.

“And he’s mine. I know how this shit ends. Especially for you.” Sora was trying his hardest to talk some sense into a barely conscious Maj while I was ready to finish his ass off and attend his funeral.

Maj coughed. “My grandmother’s house. He’s hiding out there.”

I laughed, wiping his blood from my hands onto my sweatshirt. “See, I swear that’s all I asked for. None of this had to happen. You made this process longer than it needed to be. Jay, handle that and make sure B comes to pick it up.”

I turned on my feet and began walking toward my office. I heard my brother’s footsteps behind me which meant he was about to hand off a lecture. “Oh and keep your eyes on Antwan,” I called out.

“Bet.” Ayden’s voice filled the space before I entered my office.

“You planned to kill that man with your hands, Kinga?”

“Probably. Won’t be the first. What you getting at, Sora?”

“You’ve changed. Don’t let somebody tryna bait you take you back there.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, but if I did, I’d agree with you.” I pulled my sweatshirt off and tossed it to the floor. “And this ain’t nothing but your rotten ass father. He wants my head because he thinks that’ll win him mayor.”

“So what do you wanna do about that?”

“Same thing I’ve ever done to any problem that arose. I don’t go picking fights. I handle situations as they arise as I always have.”

I could tell Sora was conflicted. Though Memphis had never been a father to us, in Sora’s eyes, he was still our father. I didn’t think he had ever even held a conversation with Memphis but Sora wasn’t built like me and I didn’t expect him to be. I accepted him for who he was just like he did for me.

“Aja with Harlem?” he asked, a big dumb ass smile indented into his features.

“Who else is she gonna be with? You tryna be funny.”

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