"He say let's go to war, now watch me tote them pistols, bitch." - Lady

LAYLANI

I wipe my eyes, listening to my mom and dad scream and argue, breaking glass and all that downstairs. I overheard them talking. My dad might have a baby on the way with some woman my mom once knew but I don't know, I was being nosey.

"What the fuck you mean she a hoe, Money? Damn right, she a hoe! All of California had that bitch! You raw dogged her and had the audacity to come home to me! Really?" I hear her scream. I can literally hear the heartbreak in her voice.

"Baby, I'm sorry, aight? You just wasn't paying me no attention." he says. "So, instead of coming to me as my husband, you go looking for attention in a loose hoe? Really?" "Baby, I'm sorry." he says.

I shake my head. I wish I had Reshawd here to laugh and joke with me to make me feel alright. I miss that bwoy. My mom took my phone and sent him a crazy text message, told the lady at the desk at the hospital to not let him visit me, and she blocked him on all social media. He probably hates me.

"Fuck you!" my mom yells. I sigh. I can't take this. I walk out of my room then into my parents' room. I grab my dad's extra phone then walk back into my room, locking the door behind me. I dial Reshawd's number. I'm glad I remembered it.

"Who the hell is this?" he snaps into the phone. "Hey... how you been?" I mumble. He gets quiet. "Bae? Wassup Alexa?" he asks. I scrunch my nose up. "Alexa?" I ask. "Damn, don't act like you don't know me, baby, dick so good, you lost yo memory." he says, laughing.

"This is Laylani." I say with an attitude. "Who?" he asks. "You already forgot about me, Reshawd?" I choke out over tears. "Who the hell is Laylani?" he asks. "Nobody, fuck it." I say. He gets quiet. "Be ready in an hour." he says with a sigh, then hangs up.

I snuck out almost two hours ago and Reshawd still isn't here. I blow. "Batty bwoy fucking stood me up." I mumble. A black and green Bugatti Veyron pulls up next to me. The window rolls down and the sexiest mixed bwoy ever looks at me. "You just gone stand there or you gone get in this muufucka?" he asks, smoking a blunt. "I... I... who are you?" I manage to ask. He is so handsome, I can't even concentrate.

"My name Jaylen. Reshawd big brother. You coming or what? Lil nigga told me come get you." he says. I know I saw him somewhere, I think he was at Reshawd's house one time. "Is he in there?" I ask, trying not to blush. "Nah." he answers. I walk over to the passenger door then open it and get in.

"So, you lil bruh girl, huh?" he asks. "No... he doesn't want me." I answer. He laughs a little, showing off his dimples and perfectly aligned white teeth. "I hear you." he says. "How old are you?" I ask. "Twenty one. Why? You must got a fine ass island bitch that's legal you can hook me up with?" he jokes. I laugh and shake my head no.

"You don't look twenty one." I say. "How old I look then?" he asks with a raised eyebrow, smirking. "Like... like seventeen or something. I thought you were seventeen. I wasn't gonna flirt or anything if you were but ya know... still thought so." I say. He laughs. "It's cool... a lot of lil ass girls like you be trynna get at me and my twins thinking we some teenagers." he says. "Oh my God, it's three of you?" I exclaim, making him burst into laughter.

"You was at my pops crib when Shawd got his ass beat by my twin DJ, how you didn't notice?" he asks. "I don't know... I wasn't really looking at anyone, I was too worried about what your fadda would do to him... I heard he's crazy." I say. "He is, trust me. He was too mad to even put his hands on Shawd cause he knew he would've killed him out of anger." he says.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask. "Go ahead." he says. "What made Reshawd so mean?" I ask. He glances at me then goes back to smoking. "Life." he finally answers. "Life?" I ask. He nods his head. "It ain't my place to put his business out there... ask him, if he wanna tell you, he will. But my momma and daddy got locked up, they was gone for a long ass time. Then when they got out, me and my brother DJ got life sentences. He went through a lot more shit when we went in. Then my dad got us out when we turned eighteen, and when I talked to Shawd again, he was like twelve and was raw as fuck. Life changes people, he wasn't always like that." he says.

"Can you please tell me just a little? I won't say anything." I say. "Look... imma tell you a lil bit. He will not hesitate to kill you, so stay on his good side." he says. I nod my head. "He play hard, he sensitive though." he tells me. I nod my head. "Real damn sensitive... real emotionally unstable. Don't try to force him to be with you cause that don't do shit but make him pull away. He ain't stable enough right now, he been going through a lot. If this ever get out, Imma kill you, but he tried to off himself right in front of me not too long ago. When you cut him off, plus all his other problems pushed him. He sat next to me and took my gun and pulled the trigger with it between his eyes, but the gun jammed up." he says like it hurt for the words to come out.

"Oh my God." I mumble in tears. "I didn't even cut him off, my mom took my phone and did that, I was on punishment." I explain. He shrugs. "You owe him the explanation, not me." he says, pulling up to a boutique. That girl I fought at his house walks out holding the cutest little toddler's hand. He's a pretty, light brown color with the cutest curly hair and blue eyes. "That's my sister Cèlina, and that's my son, Legend." he says.

Cèlina puts Legend in his car seat, then closes the door. She peeps her head into my window then snatches the door open. "Why the fuck she in here? Bitch, get out the front seat and get your ass in the mothafucking back right now or I will put you there my mothafucking self!" she screams. Reshawd said his sister was shy, not the fuck she is not.

"Damn, Cèlina, get in the back." Jaylen says. She folds her arms across her chest. "You are my big brother, I should be next to you, not her ugly ass." she says, glaring at me. I unbuckle my seat belt. "Naw, chill out. Laylani, buckle back up. You need to learn how to talk to folks, Cèlina." he says in an irritated tone. "No, I'm tired of people trying to run over me! She needs to get out the car! Oh my God, I'm sick of people doing shit like this!" she screams. "Shut up, auntie." Legend says, playing with his toys. Jaylen turns around and points his finger in his face. "Boy, shut yo mouth." he says, then slaps his leg, making him cry.

"I'm not gonna say it again, I am tired of getting ran over by mothafuckas." she says. I glance at her arm then smirk. "Is that why you cut yourself, bitch?" I politely ask her.

She snatches me out the car by my hair then starts beating the shit out of me, I can't even lie. "You bitch!" she screams, punching me in my face with all her strength. I hold my hand up, trying to hit her back but this bitch is strong as hell. She slams my face down on the concrete then punches me some more. I swing and punch her in her face multiple times. I sit up, going head up with her. She draws back and hits me in my temple, making me feel dizzy. My head lands on the concrete as she punches me. I hold my hands up, trying to block my face. She snatches my arms apart then kicks me in my face. "Don't you ever joke about that bullshit!" she screams, then starts punching and kicking me all in my face and neck. "You and Reshawd make a perfect couple, you both talk shit and say foul shit to people, then look dumb as fuck when you can't back it up and get your ass kicked!" she screams, then gets in the passenger seat, slamming the door behind her.

"Ooooweeeee pops, wait til you see this video, my nigga! Daddy, you gone be so proud of yo baby girl, she dogged Laylani! Oooooh shit, daddy, yo training worked!" Jaylen exclaims into the phone, crying laughing.

Then he has the phone on speaker. His dad laughs. "Why they fighting?" he asks. "I was picking Laylani up for Shawd, she got in the passenger seat. Right before, I dropped Cèlina off at some boutique and Legend went with her. I swung back around to get her, that's when hell broke loose. Lina wanted to sit in the passenger, Laylani wouldn't get up. Cèlina screamed she was tired of getting ran over, so Laylani smirked and joked about the cuts from where Cèlina be self harming. Daddy, when I tell you hell broke loose, mane, ian lying." Jaylen explains. "I'm on speaker?" his dad asks. "Yes." Jay answers. "Hey pawpaw." Legend says, laughing. "Wassup, grandson? And Cèlina, daddy proud of you, baby girl, I got ten thousand for you when you get home. You win fights you didn't start, you get rewarded. Laylani, yo smart mouth ass deserved it." his dad says.

"Whatever. She still weak." I say. "She weak but she just beat yo ass? I guess you weaker then. But ay, imma see yall when yall get here, hurry up tho, me and Zaya gotta go see bout this fucking baby Myra having. I love you lil Laila Ali." he says. Cèlina laughs. "I love you too, big head daddy." she says. "Aight, pops." Jaylen says, then hangs up.

PROD

I can't quit watching the video of Cèlina beating that girl us. "See, see look DJ! She snatched her up out that muufuckin car like a Crippen supposed to, fuck you mean?" I exclaim.

DJ laughs. "Damn, I always thought she was a punk." he says. "Me too, mane." I say. Zaya walks out the bathroom then kisses my neck. "Damn, I can't believe she did that." Zaya says, then kisses my cheek. "Me neither. I was starting to think she wasn't mine cause she acted weak." I say. Zaya laughs then slaps my chest. "Boy, don't play with me." she says.

I chuckle then kiss her lips. "You bout ready to go?" I ask her. She nods her head then grabs her gun off the bed and puts it in her purse. "DJ, come lock the door. Don't go on no sex breaks when you supposed to be watching your brothers and sisters." Zaya says. "I got you, ma. I'm probably gone take em outside to the pool then get em something to eat. Yes, I already know, put mosquito spray on them, and put Naly and Zaria's hair in a ponytail and don't allow King to pull Keyair to the deep end, I got it." DJ says, holding the long ass list of rules Zaya extra ass gave him.

She nods her head. "Perfect." she says, pulling me out the room.

We just pulled up to a gas station to get a sprite cause Zaya feel sick to her stomach. We get out the car. I feel a gun pressed against the back of my head. "Money." somebody says in a Jamaican accent. "Give him the money, bae. It ain't that serious." I say. "How much?" he anxiously asks. "Fourty." she answers, pulling her glock .40 out. She shoots his hand, making him drop the gun, then his chest, causing him to fall beside the pump, choking on his blood and struggling to bleed. "Who the fuck sent you?" I ask, holding his own gun to his head. "Money... money sent me." he chokes out. I watch my clean up crew hop out the trucks and walk over here. "Tie him up, get the blood from out here, and meet me in the warehouse." I instruct. They nod their heads and do as told.

"Time to go to war, I see, baby." I say. "Let's do this shit then." she says, getting in the car. I kiss her lips. She so down for me, but I don't wanna put her in harms way no more. She gone be mad as fuck, but she gone have to sit this one out.

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