"When life comes with unexpected times I keep my sneaks on tight. Head-on collision hold the seatbelt right up. Might be locked up tomorrow but we free tonight. Praying to God I get a leash on life." - Kevin Gates

NUGGET

I watch my little brother shake with his head in his hands in the chair. We're in the waiting room. Laylani got shot in her chest and whoever it was obviously knew her.

"I couldn't fuckin' protect her." he says to himself, staring at the wall, clicking his jaw. "She gone be alright, bruh." I say. "How? She could hardly stay up, Nugget, don't you get it? She probably fucking gone and it's my fault cause I didn't have a gun!" he yells at me, then kicks a chair over then throws the magazine table into the wall, making people scream and security rush over to us.

"You're disrupting, sir. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." he politely says. "Leave? Leave? Bitch, I ain't goin' nowhere, mane, I put that on everything!" Shawd yells, trying to fight him. I snatch Shawd back. "Look, officer, security, whatever I'm supposed to call yo ol flash light havin' ass, his girl got shot in her chest and he pissed so I suggest you get yo ol half dead Obama lookin' ass out my face." I say to his ol top flight security of the world lookin ass.

He snacks his lips then walks off mumbling. DJ walks in the hospital with Eric and Jaylen behind him. I don't know which is Eric and which is Jaylen though. The only reason I can tell DJ apart from the other two twins is cause he has a lot of hair.

They nod their heads at me. "Who did this?" Eric asks. Now I know for a fact that's Eric, he's the proper triplet. "Do I look like I know?" Reshawd snaps. "Chill out." Jaylen says. "Where ma and daddy at?" Shawd asks. "We didn't tell em, they was fucking. Didn't wanna ruin the moment, they need it." DJ says, shrugging his shoulders.

The doctor walks out the room then motions for us to follow. "She is sleeping in the ICU. The bullet grazed her chest. She'll have a permanent scar." she says. We nod our heads. "Where she at?" Shawd asks. The doctor motions for us to follow. We follow her to a room. "Ay, let me be with her alone for a second." Shawd says, then walks into her room leaving us in the hall.

RESHAWD

I lightly shake Laylani. She opens her eyes then wipes tears off her face. "Reshawd, I'm sorry." she says, crying harder. "Chill out. Who was that?" I ask. She doesn't say anything. "You deaf now?" I ask her. "I'm not in the mood to argue with you, Reshawd." she says, sighing. "I'm not trying to argue, I just asked you a fucking question." I say.

"Remember when I said I lost my virginity when I was eleven?" she asks. I raise my eyebrow then nod my head. "Yeah, but what that got to do with this?" I ask. "Well, he raped me. I never had sex by choice. The time I lost my virginity was when he raped me. That guy is crazy, Reshawd, he stalks me and gets mad when I'm around another bwoy. He's like twenty something. I never told anybody." she mumbles.

"Hold up, so you was finna technically have sex for yo first time with me?" I ask. She nods her head. "Why me?" I ask. She shrugs her shoulders. "What's his name?" I ask. I'm finna catch a body tonight.

"Steffon." she answers. "Steffon... last name?" I ask. "Vonn." she answers. "I'll be back." I say. "Wait, Reshawd, what are you doing?" she asks. I smile. "Nothing, finna handle somebody who fucked with what's mine." I answer, making her look at me in confusion.

I walk out the room. "What happened?" Jaylen asks. "Yall wanna catch a body with me? Imma do it regardless of what yall say." I say, shrugging my shoulders. Eric raises his eyebrow. "I have a son now, Reshawd. Arique five and shit, I want to see him grow and set a good example." Eric says. "Yeah, you gone have to slow down lil bruh. Me and DJ was locked up all our teenage years, chill out and enjoy yours before you get locked up and never get the chance to." Jaylen says.

"I ain't trying to hear all that, mane. Imma kill this bitch ass nigga who did this and raped her, period." I say. "You shol do go hard for a girl you swear up and down you don't got feelings for." Nugget says, smirking at me.

I smack my lips. "I don't catch feelings, shut up. Yall coming or what?" I ask. DJ blows. "Damn, nigga, fine, but only cause I wanna make sure yo cripple ass straight." DJ says. "Whatever, Imma come but if something happen to me and I can't be there for my son, imma kill yo lil ugly ass." Jay says. "I ain't even gone flex, I ain't with this killing so count me out on that. I'll be the get away driver or some shit though. We finna be on our Fast and Furious in this bitch." Nugget says, shrugging his shoulders. "Damnit, yall are bad influences. Count me in as long as I get a hundred round drum for my gun, I'm good." Eric says, grinning.

All of us dap each other up. "Let's go." I say, heading out the hospital doors. Time to plot and kill.

ZAYA

I smirk, watching Prod sleep. "Pussy put that ass to sleep." I mumble to myself, laughing. He snatches me to him by my waist, scaring the shit out of me. "I thought you were sleep, the hell?" I exclaim. He laughs then kisses my thighs. "You woke me up talking, you know all my senses on point." he says. He ain't lying, this nigga can hear a pen drop in the middle of the street at night time.

"Such a creep." I say, tracing the tattoo on his hand. "I'm your creep." he says. His phone starts ringing. "Who the hell calling you at almost four in the morning, Craig?" I ask, getting off him. I got a baseball bat beside the bed and if he with that bullshit again, imma slump the shit out his ass.

He shrugs his shoulders. He looks at it. "Myra." he says, answering with it on speaker. "Prod, I'm really hungry. Can you bring me cupcakes and oatmeal cookies, oh, and a bottle of mustard for my cookies?" she asks. I blow, feeling jealously, hurt, and betrayal take over me again. That should be me sending him to the store for my weird cravings, not his gotdamn mistress.

"It's four in the morning. I'm with my woman, mane, you can't be calling me with that shit." he says. "I'm sorry, tell her I apologize. I'm just hungry." she says. I roll my eyes. Something is so off about her, that's exactly why I don't like the hoe.

"Whatever. You ain't even that far along, you like a month. You can still do for yourself." he says. "No I can't. You don't know anything about a pregnancy." she says. "Bitch, I got so many mothafucking kids, trust me, I know about pregnancy." he snaps.

I can tell he mad as hell but he can't be mad at nobody but himself. "Bitch?" she asks. "Mane, get off my phone." he says. "Don't forget my appointment tomorrow." she says. "Yeah, whatever. Get an abortion." he says. I shake my head then pop his leg. "Stop." I sternly say. I don't like her and the situation is messed up, but no woman deserves that. "Your momma should've aborted your disrespectful self. How dare you get me pregnant then try to back out?" she asks. "Ion even know if the baby mine, bruh. Shut up." he says, then hangs up.

I shake my head then get out the bed. "Where you going? Zaya, look, I'm sorry for all the wrong I did. I can't change it." he says. "I'm going for a walk." I say. "Imma come with you, it's four in the morning, you don't need to be out this late by yourself." he says. I shake my head no, holding back tears. "No. I'm not going far. I just need to be alone." I say. He sighs. "Atleast go with some security since you don't wanna be around me right now." he says. "I can handle myself." I say, putting on a pair of his KD gym shorts. He watches me in silence as I put a bra and a tank top on. I grab my flip flops then put them on. "I'll be back." I say, brushing my hair into a ponytail. "Zaya, don't cheat on me to get back at me." he lowly says. I look at him then shake my head, walking out the door.

I'm out walking with one of our guards, Khan. Khan was raised in China and moved to America when he turned eighteen. He has a black mother and a Chinese father. His dad was really strict on him growing up, and his mom, who grew up in Chicago really didn't care what he did. He was trained to kill by his dad. His dad was a school teacher during the day, and assassin at night. I learned so much about him in the past thirty minutes we've been walking together.

"And you said you're a doctor?" he asks. I nod my head. "I was but I haven't even attempted to get back to it. I'm a felon, the only way I even got to work in a hospital was because Prod paid people off. I don't wanna go through that again." I say. He nods his head. "If you don't mind me asking, are yall married again?" he asks. I chuckle. "Nope. We trying to fix it but he stresses me out and I try so hard to hide it and pretend like I'm happy. He has another child on the way, Khan. That should be me." I say, tearing up. He already knew that anyways, Prod has some security watching after that hoe because she could possibly be carrying his baby.

"That's fucked up. Sorry to hear that." he says. "He got security watching after her, he going to her appointments and shit. He didn't give a fuck about me when I was pregnant. What makes her having his baby so much more special than me having it?" I ask more so to myself. "Ion think he meant for it to seem this way, boss lady." he says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "It still hurts though." I cry in his chest.

I notice a black car park next to us. I can literally smell nothing but weed coming from the car and rhe the windows are up. Khan pulls away from me as the door opens up. DJ steps out. "The fuck is this yall got going on?" he slowly asks. "Reshawd, why the hell you not at home?" I scream at him, walking closer to the car. "I was chillin." he answers, laughing. I slap the shit out of him. "What I say about smoking? Get out the car!" I scream at him. "And you too Ryshawn! Eric, DJ, and Jaylen, why yall got these kids smoking?" I yell at them. All of them too fucked up to even care right now.

A hummer truck pulls up shooting at us. "Oh, shit!" DJ yells, pushing me into the car. He pulls off fast with Khan shooting out the sun roof and calling for back up at the same time. What in the hell is going on?

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