LAYLANI

"I told you to stay the fuck away from them folks, Laylani, now you got shot in your fucking chest! Didn't I tell you my sister and her family fucked up in the head?" my mom screams, towered over my hospital bed, then punches me in my face.

I look at her crazy. "Don't hit me, mom. I can hear perfectly fine. Honestly, I think you scared of what they'll do to you if they find out your secret." I say. I could care less about what happens next, I'm telling Reshawd.

She slaps me. "You must've forgot who you talkin' to?" she yells. "No." I mumble. "I'm just tired of lying to him like I'm loyal and will never lie to him and all that when I'm hiding something so huge. He's not dumb, momma. He might be crazy, but he is far from stupid. He already figured out I'm hiding something. It's stressing me out, I can't take it." I say. "If you open your gotdamn mouth, Laylani, I will hurt you. Matter fact, you on punishment. You damn sure won't see that nigga again." she says, snatching my phone off the charger. I shake my head. "This happening had nothing to do with that bwoy, momma, I swear. He tried to protect me. He covered me. He was willing to die for me when they were shooting." I say. "Bullshit. How you end up shot if he so called covered you then?" she asks. "When they started shooting, he didn't have a gun so he kept on telling me he was gonna die for me if he had to. He laid on top of me and got deep, bad cuts everywhere from the glass in the windows, and a bullet grazed his back. When we thought they were done, he sat up and he was all bloody and in pain. I was apologizing and trying to help him, then out of nowhere a bullet hit my chest." I say, tearing up. Reshawd is an ass hole but he proved to me that he really loves me regardless of what he tries to make himself believe.

"And I'm taking you out of school, you are officially home schooled." she says as if I didn't just say what I said. I'm trying so hard to not smile. That only means I'll have more time to be with Reshawd since I won't have to be at school all day.

"Okay." I say, pretending to be sad. "And you staying with me all day everyday. You not leaving that house unless I say so." she says. I almost laughed. She's crazy if she thinks her talking shit is stopping me from going where I want. All she does is get high anyway, she'll probably be too high or sleep from the weed to even notice I'm gone as usual. Her and my fadda are fucking pot heads.

PROD

It's almost six in the morning and Zaya won't answer her fucking phone. She left at four and hasn't been back. It don't take that long to walk. Mane, I will cut her ears off if her ass cheating on me. I just hope she say if that's not the case though

I dial Reshawd's number. My triplets, Shawd, and Ryshawn wasn't here when I went looking for Zaya. My other kids can't reach none of them neither. "Hello?" he answers. "Shit, it hurts!" somebody screams in the back ground. "Reshawd, where yo momma at?" I yell at him. "She uhh... daddy, do you wanna build a snowman?" he asks.

I look at the phone crazy. "Reshawd, what the fuck? Get off my line with that bullshit, I asked you a question!" I yell at him. "She sorta, kinda, maybe got a lil hurt." he says. My blood starts boiling. "The fuck you mean she hurt?" I ask. I'm finna kill my security that went with her. Them niggas useless if they couldn't follow one simple instruction which was to protect my baby at all times.

"I can't tell you right now. Imma text you where we at." he says then hangs up. I know damn well I didn't have no beef when I came here. Everything was going smooth. That only means Reshawd went and fucked with somebody and caused me extra problems.

I just pulled up to the hotel Reshawd texted and told me to come to. I get out then run in and go straight to the elevator. I ride up to the third floor then walk to the room he told me to come to. I knock on the door. DJ opens it up. I glare at him then push him out my way. "Where the fuck she at, nigga?" I yell at Reshawd as he wipes alcohol on a cut on his neck. He nods his head towards the back of the suite.

I spot Zaya laying on her back with one of my guards, Khan rubbing alcohol on a cut on her stomach. "What the fuck happened?" I ask, putting my gun to his head. "Baby, quit. He took a bullet for me, the glass from the window the bullet shattered cut my stomach and arms, that's all." she says. I lower my gun. "What happened?" I ask.

"Somebody started shooting out of nowhere, saying how Shawd started war over pussy." she answers. I walk back to the front then snatch him off his chair by his neck. "What the hell you do?" I ask, glaring him in his eyes, daring him to lie to me. "Burned that nigga baby momma house down cause he raped Laylani." he answers.

I lean back then punch him in his mouth, knocking him down. "That bitch keeping the secret of a lifetime away from yo stupid ass and you out here getting yo family gunned down over her! You wack as a mothafucka!" I yell at him. I tapped her phone cause she started acting secretive. I found out Tae still alive and told her to keep it a secret. I just haven't said shit to nobody about it cause Zaya don't need the extra stress and Roc probably will spaz out on that hoe.

"What you talking about?" he asks, struggling to sit up. "Don't ask me shit." I say, then walk to the back where Zaya's laughing and joking with Khan, playing with his gun. "Ay, Khan, get out for a minute." I say. He nods his head then walks to the front of the suite.

"Well?" Zaya asks. "You fucking him?" I ask. She sits up straight and blankly stares at me. I take a deep breath to keep from choking her. "You are, ain't you?" I ask. She rolls her eyes then turns away from me. "Get out my face." she says. I snatch her arm, making her look at me. "You fucking around when I'm trynna be loyal to you? Really?" I ask her. "Get out my face, didn't nobody cheat on you. You have no room to be mad even if I did." she says.

"Man, fuck it." I say. She sighs then gets on her knees. "You got me so messed up, mane." I add. "Craig, shut up." she says. "No, I'm not gone shut up. What happened with you and that nigga? I can tell when you hiding shit." I say. "Nothing happened. Why you all up in my face like the feds?" she asks. "Cause I know you sitting here lying." I say. "Not everybody dogs out the one they love." she sarcastically says.

"What's that supposed to mean? You sneak dissing me? Throwing my past up in my face, huh, Zaya?" I ask. "Leave me alone, gotdamn. It's no need to sneak diss, if imma diss you, imma just straight up diss yo ugly ass." she says. "Ugly? You wasn't calling me ugly when you was riding this dıck. And you sure bout that? You shol acting shady right now. You being an umbrella, baby." I sarcastically say. "Umbrella these nuts." she says, laughinh to herself.

I chuckle then shake my head. "Forreal, what happened?" I ask. "Nothing. He was walking with me and I was crying about you and Myra's baby. He was telling me how you didn't purposely hurt me and stuff. Then we got to know each other better. He defended you the whole time, so no, he was not trying to get with me." she says. "See, that's all you had to say from the jump." I say. "Whatever, come jump your tongue in this půssy, I'm stressed, give me head." she nonchalantly says, shrugging her shoulders and pulling me closer by my arm.

I raise my eyebrow. "You bold as fuck this morning." I say. "And?" she asks. "And, now ain't the time. I gotta go to Myra's appointment. I promise you Imma give you the best head of yo life when I get back though." I say. She rolls her eyes. "Fuck off." she says, getting under the covers.

"You mad at me for trying to see my possible child? I mean, when the baby get here, if it's mine, you gotta understand I ain't the type of nigga to play favorites. Imma treat that baby just as well as I treat the rest of them. Yall gone have to respect each other for my child's sake." I say. "Funny how you care about a slip up with a mistress but didn't give a shit about a child we made together. Real damn funny." she sarcastically says. "Damn, Zaya, the fuck you want me to do? I'm trying so hard to be a better man for you, quit throwing the past up in my face! It ain't shit I can do to bring the baby back!" I yell at her. She rolls her eyes then wipes tears out of them, staring at me. "Fuck it." I say, then walk out. She can bitch and moan by herself, I don't feel like hearing it.

I'm sitting in the room waiting on the doctor with Myra. She looks at me then stands. "No hug? I mean... we can still be friends." she says. "I'm not hugging you. Hugging leads to other shit and I'm taken, you ain't slick, get yo ass somewhere and sit down." I say.

She raises her eyebrow. "Wow, she won't even let you hug other people? She got you on lock, babe." she says. "Don't call me that." I say. She pulls her pants and panties down. I take a deep breath, trying to keep thoughts of fucking her in this hospital room out my head.

"I'm so hörny now that I'm pregnant and as the father of my child, you should make sure that I'm fine in all areas. I'm not fine in that area, come fix it." she says, smirking and rubbing on herself.

I look away from her. She straddles my lap then kisses my neck. "I won't tell her. I'm not a messy woman, this can be our thing, only until the baby comes. I just miss the way we had sex. I have no romantic feelings for you and I know you don't give a fuck about me but come on, we can still mess around." she says, kissing my neck some more.

"What make you think I'm tryin' to have a sėxual relationship with you?" I ask. "You're on hard for one." she says, grinding against it. "An ugly bitch with a flat chest and a flat ass could make any nigga hard when it come to půssy. Půssy is půssy, nothing is special about yours so what's your point in saying you think I wanna be with you sexually because I'm on hard?" I ask.

She laughs a little then lifts her shirt over her head. She undos her bra then moves around a little on my lap. "Give me what I need." she whispers in my ear, then kisses on it. She kisses from my neck down, then undos my pants. "Get back." I say, not trying to push her back and hurt her. She smirks at me then puts my dıck in her mouth. I sit up and grab her head.

"Ay, get off me." I say. "No." she says, still sucking. "I'm tryin' not to fling yo ass across the room cause you pregnant, get off me." I demand. "You know you like it." she says. "I really don't, yo teeth scraping my shit. Get up off me." I demand. I don't wanna hurt the baby, but I'm so close to just shooting the bitch in the face right now.

The door opens. "Prod, you left your-" "Oh shit, Zaya, this far from what it look like." I say, jumping up. She drops my cell phone she brought me then covers her mouth with her hand, in tears. She turns around then walks out the room. Gotdamnit, now I gotta explain this shit. I can never catch a break.

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