Page 101 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2

My head snapped up.

“You been sitting on something like this for two months?”

“I wasn’t trying to keep it from you. I was trying to figure out how to tell you.”

Neither one of us spoke. Everything I’d believed about my life had just changed with one conversation. I just stood there staring at Tahari, trying to wrap my head around everything he’d just told me.

Finally, I let out a slow breath.

“So…” I looked him dead in the eyes. “We’re real brothers?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

I wasn’t about to sit in this shit and be emotional about it. Trigga’s daddy… I mean, our daddy was dead and fucking gone. I had problems right now that I was facing. Problems that I needed my brother for.

“Aight, cool.”

“Cool?” He was looking at me with this skeptical glare.

“Yeah. Knowing this actually makes this next part easier.”

“What next part?” Trigga was confused as hell.

“I need my real fucking brother. Trigga, hear me out. This Ryan shit is getting out of control. I need you.”

His expression changed immediately. I already knew what was coming before he opened his mouth.

“Ghost… I can’t.”

“You can’t?” I stepped closer to him with a face of disgust.

“No,” he sounded sad, like this was a hard decision for him to make.

To me, it wasn’t shit hard about it. Family stuck the fuck together.

“So even after finding out we got the same blood, it’s still no?” I asked.

“It ain’t about that. I’m trying to change my life.”

“You keep saying that shit, but for fucking who?” I was growing agitated.

“For me.”

I stared at him for a second before laughing in his fucking face. He was a joke.

“Nah. It ain’t for you. It’s for that girl. It’s for her daddy. It’s for all of them people over there. They ain’t your family!” I felt my voice rising before I could stop it. “My mama and me been there for you since you ain’t have nobody. When the muthafucka that spit us both out his ball sack died, who was there?” I pointed at my chest, “I was. We’ve been your family. Before I even knew we shared blood, I always chose you.”

Trigga sat quietly until I finished. Then he looked up at me.

“I ain’t forgetting none of that.”

“It sure feels like it. I think you trying to fit into that little family over there.”

“It ain’t about them,” he quickly defended.

“The hell it ain’t,” I pointed toward him. “You got a job working for that man and you dating his fucking daughter. Mind you… this is the same nigga that shot you! I just watchedyour Instagram story and you over there smiling at their gender reveal like you’ve been a part of that family your whole life.”

“They’ve been good to me.”