8. Scotty #3
“Wait,” Blake blurted. “So you had her bring your son to the shop once a month, but you didn’t interact with him? Don’t you think that’s kind of messed up?”
Killian’s eyes landed on her. They examined her before he responded.
“I did interact with him, but for as long as it took for me to scoop his mint chocolate chip ice cream with cookie crumbles. I can make one hundred excuses about why I was not physically there like I should have been, but I won’t. ”
“I mean, I think you should try so that I can feel like you might have had a reason, shit. You were willing to have her bring me like a token to a shop to see for five thousand. Why not just be in my life?” I asked him.
His head tilted. “Okay. I had things and people that I had to protect. Your mother was a vindictive woman at the time when you were younger, and she made certain threats after I found out about you. The day she was ran off the block, she encountered my then wife.”
“Are you not married anymore or something?” Grady asked. That was a good-ass question. I wanted to know too.
Killian shook his head. “No, I am not. My wife made some decisions that made it hard for me to be with her and for her to be with the living.”
Well, damn. “Is that why you’re just now deciding to show your face around me? Your wife is gone?”
“My wife has nothing to do with the now. I’ve always been around in some way, shape, or form, whether you realize it or not. We are connected more than you know. I’ve always been in the shadows to make sure you were looked after,” he said with conviction.
A lot of the statements that he made during this conversation baffled me. “That makes no sense. How are we connected in any way except by blood? Which clearly means nothing.”
Instead of a response, he excused himself from the table. I discreetly took my gun from my side and laid it on my lap. From my side view, I saw Blake and Grady do the same thing. There was no telling what this man was on, father or not.
A few minutes passed before he came back. Someone followed closely behind him. Killian obscured his face, so I didn’t know who it was until they got closer. “What the fuck!”
“Scotty, Grady, I believe you both know Logan, my brother, your uncle,” Killian introduced. The smirk on his face said it all. It was his proof that he had, in fact, watched over me.
My uncle! Not only was this man my uncle, but he was also my fucking connect.
I’d known Logan since I was a teenager when he put me on to bigger things.
I used to work for this one nigga who basically put me on but then tried to have me robbed so I could owe him more than I truly did.
He was the first casualty to my killing skills.
“This shit is crazy. So the whole time, you knew I was your nephew. Wait. How the fuck are y’all brothers and don’t look shit alike? Logan, you don’t look like you got a drop of fucking Scottish in you. The fuck!”
He and Killian chortled. “Is it that obvious?” Logan jested. “I was adopted by our parents when I was five. My mother left me in a laundry mat that our parents owned.”
My stare was blank as fuck. I was in disbelief. “Why didn’t you say something?”
I stood from my seat. This was too damn much.
My feet took me on a pacing journey. I wasn’t an overly emotional man, but how could a nigga not be?
Shit, growing up without a father was a hole that made me do a lot of reckless shit.
When Logan came into my life, he did try to guide me, but my mindset was that he was the connect.
His only responsibility was to get me my shit at the best quality and price.
My pacing stopped when Logan stepped in front of me. “It wasn’t my place to tell you. It was my job to make sure that you were good in these streets. Your mother was out here doing dumb shit, and you basically raised yourself.”
“When you moved out, the apartment that Trell got you was in a building that I owned. He didn’t know that I was your father. He was guided to that building by Logan,” Killian said.
Grady chuckled. “Damn, so you been letting Scotty pay rent to you since he’s been fifteen. That’s kind of fucked up, don’t you think?”
Killian’s head ticked from side to side.
“It seemed fucked up, but all the money he paid in rent until he moved out is in a bank account. He can have access to it whenever he is ready to have it. I never needed the money, but I also know how important it is for a man to have responsibility. I knew from watching you at a young age that you wouldn’t accept handouts. ”
He was right. I never wanted to take handouts, because those hos weren’t free. Handouts were simply quiet, unwanted obligations.
“You clearly know more about me than I know about you. Man, this is all cool, but what’s the point of this shit? It’s not like it’s some warm daddy-son connection. I got to handle the shit that happened to my house and my fucking shop,” I told him.
Killian glared at me for a beat before the corners of his lips turned up. “You got that impatient shit honest. That’s fine. If you don’t mind, I’d like to tag along with you to see your mother. I think it’s time that we be reacquainted.”
I didn’t give a fuck what he did, and I told him as much.
Moments later, we all left the restaurant.
The royal-blue vehicles still lined the street.
Now the people who were in the cars stood outside of them.
They looked out of place, to say the least. This area was saturated with Scottish and Irish people.
To have a bunch of niggas pull on the block and post up was not a normal day in this neighborhood.
Grady told me that he would ride with Chauncey.
Killian asked if we would ride with him instead of having our driver involved.
I planned to ride with one of my people, but Blake’s soft ass said we should ride with him.
It was weird because I could feel that she wanted this so badly for me.
I wasn’t sure what this was, but she wanted it for me.