Jason's POV

"Make sure they put extra cheese on those chili cheese fries. You know Malarie will have a fit, if there isn't any on them." Ryan and I both chuckled, as I continued to drive us home from the corner fast food place.

"Bro we're almost home and you tell me to check." Ryan laughs checking the bags.

Today I was nice enough, to treat everyone for lunch. The guy's and I have been working out all morning long. So when lunch time came around, Ryan and I both left to get food. Unfortunately my dumb ass left my phone, so my baby wouldn't be able to call me. I'm sure she's fine.

"Yeah the food is good, extra cheese and all." He turned up the radio, nodding his head to the music.

"Cool. Pass me one of Malarie's fries." I chuckle, driving fast down the highway. Singing my favorite song right now. 'Look at the flick of the wrist'.

Pulling into the driveway, we get the bags of food, heading up to the front door. Ryan opened the door for us, where we are met with my blood... lots of it. I set the food down on the couch, following the blood. Me and Ryan, instantly become on high alert.

That's when I heard Malarie scream out in agony! And that's when I fucking lost it. I turned into a killing machine, as I darted up the stairs.

"BABY WHERE ARE YOU?" I yelled out as I kicked every door in.

I kicked Alex's door open. Finding him unconscious, and bleeding profusely out his chest. I grasped my hand over my mouth, trying to contain my emotions. I went to check his pulse, but Malarie screaming out in pain snapped me out of it.

"I'm sorry big bro. Please understand, Malarie needs me. I love you man, I'll be right back." I knelt down, kissing his head.

"JASON THEY'RE TRYING TO RAPE ME, PLEASE!!" Pulling my gun out my back pocket. I cocked it, ready to kill anyone.

Running out the door, I bump into Ryan holding a dead Moe on the ground. We both nodded in unison, saddened we just lost a good friend. Ryan bottom lip wobbled, as he shakily stood up next to me.

"Bro anyone who's a threat, kill them... I don't care who it is Jason, just do it." Ryan said in pure rage. I nodded menacingly. Pissed as can be. Moe is dead, I don't even know if my brother is or not.

"No! I'm pregnant! Please, Jason, Cal, Jacob! Anyone please come and get me." She was screaming for anyone.

"Cal and Jacob should be on their way man. I called them already." I nodded. We both proceeded to kick the door open. Causing Damian, Chris, and Malcolm, to all jump in mock horror. That bitch Damian, was just about to put is dick in MY WOMAN! Mine.

Guess who didn't take their medicine today? Ding, ding... ME! I'm angry, and the psycho is out now.

I ripped Damian's naked ass off my Malarie! She was screaming and scared, looking. I so badly wanted to hold her tight. Damian's ass is going to pay. He has gone overboard this time. I rammed my gun into the side of his head. Not caring if I hurt his punk ass or not. He thought I was going to be easy, and take him out just like that. No. He's going to suffer.

I kept an intense look on my face, as I held the gun to his head. "You've done it this time. You're fucking dead, motherfucker." I click the safety off, about to shoot his ear off. I never get what I want though.

"Put the fucking gun down McCann. Or she's dead." Malcolm held a gun to the back of my head.

I gazed around me, only to see Chris holding a knife to my baby's precious throat. All while he was massaging her hips. She was crying loudly, and exposed in just her bra. No type of underwear on. My breathing began to pick up extra quickly, as my chest heaved up and down rapidly.

"Let her go Chris. I'm not going to ask again." I made no move to remove my gun from Damian's head.

All these jackasses were naked as hell, ready to hurt my Malarie. I know I've hurt her in that way, but I would never want anyone else to do so- not the way they're trying to do. Yes, I have participated in gang bangs, but never gang rape. She's too innocent and delicate for all of that. Every time I sadly molested her, I kissed all the hurt and pain away.

I'm a sick fuck, I know. I just- ugh, I don't know.

"I said put down the damn gun Jason." Malcolm knocked me in my head with the back of his pistol.

I fell down on the floor, well aware of Malarie screaming. I groaned holding my head, trying to ignore the stinging sensation.

Hurry up Cal, Jacob, and Ryan.

"Leave me alone, stop." Malarie cried out, as Chris began groping her. "You like that? Mm, I'm going to fuck your girl McCann." He teased.

I tried getting up, but a blow was thrown to the side of my face. As multiple kicks and punches, came in contact with my body. Damian and Malcolm were both double teaming me.

"You are a piece of shit Jason! That's why I fucking shot, your shit of a brother." Yet another round of blows, and punches made contact with my skin.

Little did they know, the more pain I felt, the angrier and lethal I was becoming. And when I'm ready to launch off, they are going to wish they never laid a hand on me.

"Get up you damn pussy." Malcolm held my head up, as Damian kicked me in the face. Shooting me in my arm. A gut wrenching pain, pierced through my leg, instantly making me forget about my arm.

I've just been stabbed!

I fell to the ground, not wanting to black out. That's when I felt another to the same spot. I tried to keep my eyes open. Just trying to keep Malarie's voice flow through my mind. They moved away from me, going over to finish what they started. To gang rape my girl.

I heard screaming, and pleading for me to save her. "Jason he's trying to finger me. Ahh- please don't t-touch me. Mmm... mmm." They got fed up and gagged her. I could still hear her muffled cries.

Jason don't give up on faith. Save Malarie, and your unborn child. Hurry Jason! Hurry!

Just get on with yourself. Damn man, are you dumb or something?

Meh. You suck. And so does everyone is this damn room.

Through the aches, and stinging pain throughout my whole body. I got up hopping to my gun, which was tossed on the ground during our scuffle. Quietly limping over to the closest person- Malcolm. I shot him right in the back of his head. Not caring if it splattered on me.

"AHHHH!" Malarie covered her face, not trying to see. I'm again tackled to the hardwood flooring. Where Chris straddles me, landing many punches to my body.

Easily throwing him off of me, I beat his body with all my might. Only to hear my princess call my name. "JASON, BABY WATCH OUT!" Mal yells out, being slapped to the ground. My child is living inside of her bastards!

I'm stabbed yet again. In my shoulder blade this time. Being double teamed yet again. As my neck is being ready for a slicing, gun shots sound around us. I turn to the door way, where I see Ryan, Cal, and Jacob. They shoot Chris and Damian instantly in their legs.

"Bring them here." I hop over to a smirking Damian. "Aww, are you smiling because you know you're going to die? I dangerously yell, kicking him in the head several times.

"No! I smiling because your dad was right. You're a fucking cunt ass little boy." He yells, clutching his wounded leg. I land a punch to his nose, causing blood to spew out.

"It hurts, please no more." My jaw clenching, as I imagine what he would have done to my girlfriend. I turn to her, shaking nervously on the bed.

"Baby go into our closet. Don't come out until I get you. Daddy has to kick some ass." She nodded, running with a blanket wrapped around her body.

She knows better than to protest, when I'm like this. In my way. I'll hurt, or kill, anyone, without acting a little bit consciously.

I rubbed my hand up and down my face viciously, reaching in my back pocket for my knife. Before he could even say one word, I stuck the knife deep into his right eyeball. Stabbing his disgracefulness of a so called friend, uncontrollably. Me wanting him to suffer more, I shot his dick... multiple times. He was going to stick that STD prone shit, in my lover? Nah, not without me destroying it first.

If he wasn't dead before, he's for sure dead now. Limp dick, dead.

I had to be pulled back by Ryan. Not before hearing another round of shots being fired. We swiftly turn around, witnessing the execution of Chris. And a badly injured Jacob. Cal was holding him in his arms screaming in pure rage.

Going on yet another little rampage, I walked over Chris putting five bullets in his face. That bastard was a trader, and deserves to see hell. Seeing poor Jacob hurt, made me instantly come to my senses. Remembering about my hurt brother. Running to his room, I drop to my knees examining his wound. It was a gunshot wound to his chest. Luckily not on his heart side.

"Alex man wake up! S-see I said I would b-be back for y-you. Please wakeup man!" I shook his slightly alive body, as my stuttering problem came to play. "We already lost Moe, w-we can't lose y-you t-too." I cry in my brother's chest, beating myself up.

"J-Jason g-get me to a doctor. I'm dying little bro." He shakily reached his hand up to wipe my, nonstop tears. I tug my teeth into the bottom of my lip, nodding.

"Ryan call an ambulance." I shouted, still keeping my gaze on my brother. The only father figure I ever had. The only other person who has care about me.

"J-Jason listen to me, t-there's more people wanting to k-kill us. I wasn't shot by D-Damian, it was someone else." I frown, with tears fogging up my eyesight.

"How do you know man, what if you were just seeing things?" I tried to reason with him. He shook his head. "I know w-what I saw. It has to be dad Jase, he's the only one who've turned people against us."

I nodded, thinking real hard in what I just heard. It could be nobody but him. He's working with the Peligros too, so that's just more people against our small squad.

"Baby bro?" I looked up, giving him a nod. "I-I love you so much-" I cut him off not trying to hear this.

"Nah Alex, don't talk like this. You're are going to make it man... you are going to see your future nephew or niece." He grasped his bloody hand with mine.

"Please let me just get this out. Eh. Just in case I don't make it, to see tomorrow." I sniffled, motioning him to continue.

"Jason... my baby brother, I want you to know that I love you so much. And that I'm sorry, you had to be a part of this gang shit. It was so unfair for dad to do this to you... and me." I listen closely as he mumbled on.

"Let Malarie know, that I didn't hate her man. Tell her, I was a little jealous of you guys relationship. I never meant to say such shitty things to her. I just felt as if she was taking you away from me, man. I hope she forgives me, an-" I just had to cut him off again.

"Bro, she has always forgiven you. She loves you like a brother. She says nothing but good things about you dude." I assured him, seeing him smile.

"That's good. No more cutting me off young thug. But um... marry her man, she's the one for you. Take care of her, like how I used to take care of you. In all honesty, you are my best friend. And I love you with everything in me." He struggled to lift himself up, but he did. When he set up enough, we hugged like it was no tomorrow.

About five minutes later, the ambulance took him and Jacob to the nearest hospital. Quickly taking them into surgery- trying to save their lives.

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Hours, minutes, and seconds, of intense waiting for the people you truly care about. It's the most horrible feeling ever. My brother has been in surgery for three hours already. The same with Jacob. The only bit of happiness I have from this whole situation, is my Malarie. Are baby is fine, thank God.

Being the best boyfriend ever, I made her get checked out thoroughly- in every single one of her openings. She disliked the idea of me pointing out things, as the doctor checked her below. I just had to be sure. I almost thought her clit had been torn or tampered with. I proceeded to poke on it, to show the doctor what I was talking about. To say Malarie was embarrassed is not the word. She was beyond embarrassed. Like, wanting the ground to open up and eat her.

She may have been groped and rubbed sexually, but she wasn't raped. I'll thank the heavens for the rest of my life. Our baby is doing okay, growing exceptionally well. Its head is still pretty big, but I remember Dr. Allen saying it was still growing into the rest of its boy.

My baby has been so patient with me the whole time. Just assuring me, that everything will be alright. Although it won't. Not until I find my father and put a stop to all of this. I had to kill my so called friends, all because they were trying to rape my girl. They also may or may not have, worked with my father. Nobody knows. I'll sure find out though.

On top of everything, we lost Moe. He was Za's cousin, like a brother to him. I don't even know how I will tell him the news. He's not even here, he's visiting his mom up in Atlanta.

"Family for Alexander McCann, and Jacob Thomas." A doctor called out, snapping me out myself loathing. I jumped to my feet, pulling Malarie with me.

"Are you all the family of Alexander McCann?" We all nod, as Mal holds my hand. Along with Ryan, and Cal standing close by.

"I'm here to report to you, he's out of surgery doing okay. The single bullet, punctured his artery. So we patched him up. He's on high watch, because he started bleeding from the inside again." The doctor gave us the briefing of his state.

"But, his life expectancy is still about fifty percent. He has lost so much blood, we had to give him an emergency transfusion. All we can do is wait at this time." Blowing out a shaky breath, my knees nearly go weak. I kept a firm grip on Mal's small hand. Not necessarily trying to hurt her, just to remind me I have her here with me.

"Are you all here for Jacob Thomas as well?" We all nodded and agreed in unison. We just needed to know if our fellow brother was okay.

"I'm sorry to inform you, but he didn't make it. The gunshot wound to his neck was just too fatal. We tried everything we could, to seize the bleeding. It just wouldn't stop. I am very sorry for your loss." My stomach dropped out onto the floor.

"NO!!!! No! Please no!" Cal screamed tears of anger. Malarie dropped my hand, embracing him a hug. I stood absolutely still. In pure shock, that he's gone.

"Shh, it's going to be okay. We all are going to get through this." Malarie cooed, rocking him back in forth.

Letting the tears roll down my face unashamedly, I hit a nearby wall several times. Not believing I lost so many friends in one night. But especially Moe and Jacob. They didn't deserve any of this. None of us did.

"Malarie what am I going to do? He meant everything to me. I can't live my life, knowing he's not here. We had amazing sex." Cal cried, then began to chuckle between his sobs.

"I know he did Cal Pal, you have to take it a day at a time. I will be right here by your side. I'm proud you got it in." She placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, giggling and crying too.

Weird asses. Their friendship is cute... but weird.

My phone vibrated in pocket. Taking it out, I saw it was a text message, from an unknown person. I quickly opened it up, to see who it could be.

Unknown: Are you ready to work for me now... son?

My fucking father! He did this.

Jason: You think it's funny to kill Moe and Jacob? And almost Alex... YOUR OWN SON! Your own flesh and blood.

Unknown: That was an eye opener for you AND your brother. You better be happy it wasn't your little girlfriend and that child inside her. Yeah I know she's pregnant. I have eyes out in the streets.

Jason: I swear if you touch her, I will kill you. I mean it.

Unknown: Ooh I'm so scared of my 21 year old son. By the way, happy belated birthday. You looked like you had a good time. But think about coming back to work for me.

Jason: What if I don't want to work with your creep ass?!! HUH!?

Unknown: Well let's just put it like this... If you don't come back working for me. It's simple, more people will die. On HER side of the bargain. See you later son.

I'm in deep shit. My baby and her family will not get hurt!

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Malarie's POV

"Are you positive, its okay if I stay here tonight? Because I really can't take anymore beatings." Jason mumbled depressingly, as we tip toed upstairs to my bedroom.

We couldn't go back to his house, all because of some threat being held there. I tried to get Jason to explain more to me. Though he wasn't in the mood for talking. About thirty minutes ago, he called Za about Moe dying. It was such a devastating sight to see. I could hear Za's screams through the phone, and he wasn't even on speaker.

However many times Jason has told me it wasn't my fault, I still feel as if it is. If I didn't go looking for him in the training room, nobody would have gotten killed. Although Damian had his death coming, he was so cruel. But I can't think in that type of manner. He's still someone's son, still a human being. Who lost his life too young. Living in a gang lifestyle.

"It's fine, everyone is sleeping right now. It's after three in the morning weirdo." He nodded looking down, as I motioned for him to go inside my room first.

He slowly walked in, taking a seat on my bed. I could see he was still in lots of pain. All of the doctors in the emergency room, had recommended he stay at least overnight. But he just wanted to be a tough cookie, and go home. He's patched up pretty well, with scars and bruising everywhere. I thought I looked bad. He literally looks like he was in a bad fighting car accident. Bloody lip, bruised eye, and lots of bruising on his knuckles.

"Are you going to take off your clothes?" Whispering to him, I closed my door quietly. Jason just shrugged nonchalantly.

Sighing, I walked over to his sad looking presence. Wanting to assist him, in taking his clothing off. He rested his head against my stomach, rubbing imaginary circles on my sides. Lifting my hands, I ran my fingers ever so softly through his matted hair. I could feel him giving my tummy kisses.

Rubbing his now bruised, chubby cheeks. I gently tilt his head back, just wanting to see his beautiful honey colored orbs. I knelt down, giving him a soft kiss. It hurt me to do so, all having to do with my busted lip. Daddy is going to be so over it, when he sees me. Along with Jason.

"I love you, but you need to get some rest, babe." Planting yet another kiss to his lips, I help him out his freshly washed, pair of clothing. We changed the bloody ones back at home.

"Ahh fuck! Mal go slow, go slow baby love." He winced as I tried taking off his shirt. I could see huge gauzes, covering his left shoulder blade. With his new found decorations, of bruises and scratches all over his body.

He had to get stitches because that stab wound in his shoulder. Pulling the rest of his shirt off, I kissed a little tear away. I know he hates to cry, and feel less of a man. But these wounds looks like they hurt. I would totally cry too. Jason doesn't ever have to feel ashamed around me. Interrupting us both, was Jason cellphone ringing.

"Hello." Jason spoke in a deep nonchalant voice. His face turned serious, so serious he straighten his posture. "Yeah, this is him. What? When? Okay... thank you." He hung up his phone, placing his head in his hands.

"Baby? Jason what's wrong?" I sat next to him on the bed. He didn't say anything, just kept his head firmly placed in hands. "Baby your scaring me. Please say something." He huffed looking at me.

"Alex is gone, my brother is gone." Jason began to laugh, tugging at his hair. "My fucking brother is dead, Malarie. He promised me he would be okay, he broke his promise." He had tears in his eyes, but he looked mighty crazy.

"It's going to be okay babe." I tried caressing his knee. He slapped it away. "I don't want to talk about. So drop eh?" I nodded nervously.

"Uh, you want your pants off too?" I dropped to my knees, tugging at the waist of his jeans. He nodded, glaring at his hands.

Any other day, he would had made some perverted comment about me being on my knees. He was into none of that right now. He was in a crazy, 'beat up anyone one mode'. As I tug on his pants, I'm face to face with his brief-covered bulge. Gulping slightly, I rip my eyes away from it. I continue to struggle with his pants, as he stare into the air. Out of it.

"What in the fuck is he doing in here?" My dad roars, from the side of me. I turn to see him standing behind my mom, in the doorway.

"Malarie get your mouth away from his penis." My mom scolds me loudly, as she walks into my room. Followed by my dad holding a bat.

Oh hell. Not now. Please not now!

"Mommy I swear it's not what it looks like." I pull the rest of Jason pants off, holding my shaking hands up in defense.

"Oh really? Because to us, it looks like you were about to give him a good time." My dad shouts angrily. I have before.

"Daddy, I swear it's not what it looks like." I glance over at a still out of it Jason. "I'm going to kill your little boyfriend tonight." Dad runs over to us with the bat held high.

"Dad no! Just no... I was nearly raped today. He saved me from getting assaulted, by three men." I get up off the floor, sitting next to Jason on my bed. Just trying to shield home with my small frame.

"What did you just say? Rape? Oh my Christ." He ran a hand through his hair. My mom began to sniffle.

"He had to kill them daddy. They shot his brother- we just got a call, he's dead. They even killed our friends. He couldn't let them live, knowing what they were going to do to me." Tears evident in my eyes now.

My dad did the unthinkable, he walked over and not only hugged me, but hugged Jason too. That's when my Jason broke down. And the tears became real.

"William, they killed them! They killed my brother and friends." Jason shook violently in my dad's arms. "M-my own father, made them kill my brother, and friends." He let himself fall into my dad's arms, screaming and yelling.

"They took him away from me! Oh God why?! Why God, why? He was the only family had left. Why does that happen Will? Hm? Why does God take away the people, you love so much?" He sobbed into my dad's arms, thrashing and shouting.

My daddy didn't even question, that they were two half naked men, rocking back and forth. He was just being a father like figure, giving Jason the love he so much needed.

"It's okay Jason, it's okay son. You are strong, you will get through this bump. Sometimes God takes people out of our lives, to open our eyes to reveal something to us. He's trying to tell you to do better Jason. You have to do better son. You can do it, I know you can." He held Jason's body in his arms, affectionately rubbing his hair and back.

My mom kept giving me pep talks, and doing breathing techniques with me. I guess for my own good. If I get to upset or excited, I can have a real bad asthma attack.

"Calm down... breathe. Deep breaths in and out, that's it. You have to be strong for him Malarie. You and that baby is what matters to him. Apart from what your father, or what the rest of the family says... you have that baby. You create life." I nodded, still using the breathing techniques.

That night in bed, I held Jason tightly in my arms. Just watching how he sniffled, almost the every second in my arms. His face wore a frown the entire time. I would smooth them out, but they would just come back. I kissed so many tears off his face, it was almost like lubricant to my dry lips. He's so vulnerable, so hurt... so lost. They baby and I, are the only family he has left. I'm never leaving him.

"I'm never leaving you." I kissed his wet cheeks tenderly. "I don't care if you call me every name in the book. Or if we ever grow apart. Even if you beat the crap out of me, I'm not leaving you Jason. Although, I would prefer you not to beat on me." A sly smile played on my lips, as I rubbed soothing patterns on his back.

I'm never leaving him. Not ever. You can count on me, to be by your side Jason. Me and our little creation.

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- Hi! Okay first off, I am so very sorry I kept you all waiting! I was at the eye doctor today, and I got my eyes dilated. So I couldn't see nothing but blurriness for hours! So that's why the chapter is being posted now.

- Alexis-