"Sit, this will take a while," Muhammad said to the team. Even the moon brothers got closer to hear what was about to be said. They didn't know shit about their father, and their mother never really wanted to talk about it.
Expectedly, they had assumed the worst of their father and tried to use every means they could to erase the possibility of having a father. They wanted to forget that in their pain, their papa had been at the center.
They wanted to know more about the man no one talked about in their home. The man who had been branded the worst of the worst. The man their mother had made them believe had died. This was their chance.
Granted, they had never thought that the shadow hunter, Muhammad, would be of their bloodline, but damn the fates and their cruel twists.
