HEAVEN

"Keyaaaaair, gimme a kiss." I say to my baby brother, puckering my lips up. He starts laughing, then kisses my lips. "Kiss." he says. He's talking so well now and he's so smart for a three year old.

"I love you." I say. He starts messing with my hair. He sniffs it. "You so silly." I say, tickling his stomach. He bursts into laughter, trying to stop me. Reshawd walks into my room on his cain. I raise my eyebrow. "Sup? You never talk to me so what you need?" I ask. He frowns. "Nevermind." he says.

"Naw... I didn't fly all the way to Jamaica for no reason. I came to be with my parents, brothers, and sisters and last time I checked, you're my brother so stay." I say. He sighs then sits down in my chair. "So, what can I do for you?" I ask. "I need advice." he mumbles. I raise my eyebrow. "Advice for what?" I ask. He sighs. "I'm having bitch problems." he groans. "Don't call women bitches, Reshawd." I say. "Why? They are bitches, female dogs. They some females, and all they do is dog nigga's feelings then play the innocent role which makes them hoes some bitches." he explains.

I shake my head. "Whatever." I say, not in the mood to argue with him about his views of things.

Keyair balls up on my pillow then closes his eyes. "You sleepy, butt head?" I ask, rubbing his back. "Stop." he demands, swatting my hand away. I laugh then shake my head.

"You gone listen to me or what?" Shawd asks in an irritated tone. "Yeah." I answer. "Aight, Laylani had sent me this text cussing me out when she got shot and wouldn't come around or talk to me. She out the blue called from a random number today. At first I tried to play like I forgot about her. That didn't work out. So, then I told her to be ready. Jay went and got her but she got beat up by Cèlina. I don't know if I wanna even fuck with her at this point." he tells me.

I nod my head. "Was she your girlfriend?" I ask. He shakes his head no. "It's like over time I lost all love for her and when I lose my feelings, mane, they never come back. Ion wanna even just lead her on like I still care cause I don't." he says. "Tell her straight up then." I say, checking my phone.

"Run." I read in confusion, staring at the text from an unknown number. "What's wrong?" Shawd asks. I hear something break downstairs. My eyes widen. "Somebody's in this house." I panic, standing. I grab my pink pistol with my name engraved in the side that my daddy got me when I was a little girl. "What?" Shawd asks. "Nigga, somebody's in this fucking house." I tell him.

"Shit." he whispers. I go open my closet then grab the mini bullet proof suit my dad got made for Keyair. He paid a lot for those to get custom made for my younger brothers and sisters cause he knew they couldn't defend themselves that well. The suits cover the whole body except the eyes.

I toss it to Reshawd. "Put that on Keyair." I say, grabbing my other gun. DJ, Jaylen, and Eric walk in here with their kids and all the rest of my siblings.

"Yall got that text too?" I ask them. They nod their heads, putting pieces to customized guns that ain't even legal together. "I been dying to use my flame thrower, they fuckin' with the wrong ones today." Jaylen says, holding a big ass flame thrower.

"You gone burn the damn house down with that shit." DJ says, looking at him crazy. "And? Ain't gone be no house when I'm through with they ass." he says. Mia starts crying, shaking her head. All of us blankly stare at her. Holland draws back then slaps her. "Shut up. Toughen the fuck up, now ain't the time for you to be sitting here snot nosed, mane." she says.

Emory pulls Holland back. "Ay... we gotta get the kids out before shit get ugly." he says. "No shit, Sherlock." Eric sarcastically says, scratching his scalp with the barrel of his ruger handgun.

Eric turns the TV on then goes to the footage of the house. "Who the fuck is that?" Reshawd mumbles. All of us trying to figure the same shit out. It's four masked men and another person in a mask but it's woman dressed in leather leggings and heels, holding a shot gun. "I have no fucking idea." Eric says, zooming in on it. One of them looks up at one of the cameras then shoots it. He starts cursing. The cameras are bullet proof. Plus, we only have two cameras that are obvious, the rest are hidden.

"That looks like the white room." DJ says. "Are we gonna die?" Zaria asks. "Hell naw, they are though." Jaylen answers. "Fuck this, let's get this shit poppin'! I'm a G, nigga, ain't shit pussy on my end!" King snaps, breathing heavily, trying to snatch my gun from me.

"King, sit yo ass down, nigga." Holland growls at him, throwing him on the bed. "Hell naw, cause I'm ready for war regardless, that's on Max grave!" he snaps on her. "Aww shit, young nigga put it on his pet turtle grave so you know it's real." Reshawd says, laughing.

I shake my head. "You eleven, they're grown... chill." Eric calmly says. "They lost as hell. Where the fuck security at?" Jaylen snaps, staring at the screen as they roam around. This house so fucking big, it's gone take them hours to come close to even figuring out where we are. This house has thirty seven bedrooms and bathrooms, not including all the different vaults and extra secretive rooms my dad got, plus game rooms, toy rooms, and a room with a ball pit and slides my dad got added for the kids.

I dial my dad's number. He sends it to voice mail. "The phones tapped, dumb ass. Don't call." DJ says. "Shut up, I know what I'm doing." I say, calling again. He answers. "Daddy, we getting ready to go hunting, okay?" I tell him in code, meaning somebody ass about to die. "Word? Right now?" he asks. "Yeah. We going right now as soon as we finish getting ready to leave." I say, meaning as soon as they get further into the house, it's going down. "Damn, who all going with yall?" he asks. He's asking me where the fuck security at and if they shooting shit with us. "Just DJ, Jaylen, Eric, Reshawd, and Emory. Holland gone take Cèlina and the rest of them to the beach." I say, meaning the boys are the ones who about to go crazy, and the girls getting all the kids out. "Chevy going?" he asks, meaning where the fuck is Chevy. "Naw, he with that girl." I answer. "Alright. I'll be home in a lil bit." he says, meaning he about to stop what he doing and come. "Alright. Love you." I say. "Love you too." he says, then hangs up.

"You and daddy's code talk on point, mane." DJ says. "Right." Holland says. "I'm scared." Cèlina sobs on Mia's shoulder. Naly blankly stares at them then jumps on Mia's leg. "Stop crying. It's not that scary no more. I'm used to it. All you have to do is obey what my daddy told my brothers to do and you'll be oooooookay. DJ will protect you and me because my big brother love us, okay? Stop crying." Naly says, giggling.

"I'm just so scared." Mia chokes out. Naly kicks her in her chin. "Listen, donkey, it's nothing to be scared of. Stop crying!" Naly screams at her. She calms down then starts sipping on her juice in her hello kitty cup, then giggles. "Sorry, I get carried away like daddy sometimes." she apologizes, then plops down on Zaria's lap.

Everybody staring at her so crazy. "What? I get it from my handsome daddy, I can't help it. Crying makes me sad and I get mad when I'm sad." she says, giggling her lil ass off.

Eric shakes his head. "Anyways... they're roaming the kitchen." Eric says, zooming the screen in. The woman starts going through all the drawers, then pulls out a mini hand gun our mom left in there. She examines it then aims at the refrigerator. She shoots a hole into the fridge. "What the fuck?" Jaylen mumbles. "How come we can't just kill this mothafucka?" Reshawd asks, tapping his thigh with his gun.

"Patience is everything." Emory answers. "I didn't ask yo pimple head ass shit." Shawd says. "Nigga, you mad cause my aim better." Emory says. "Niggaaaaaaa in yo wildest, and I do mean wildest dreams." Shawd says.

"Ay, shut up. Yall hear that?" I ask, hearing a light beeping noise. I look towards the window then gasp. "Damn, daddy, you play too much. I almost blew your head off." I say as he climbs through the window with all types of technology and guns on him. My nigga look like he on call of duty or some shit.

"Let's get this shit poppin, G. Play time over. Heaven, Holland, get yo lil brothers and sisters and climb out the window down the ladder. Zaya in the truck waiting for yall, be safe, daddy love yall dearly. And niggas, let's go, check yo weapons and make sure everything is everything. Reshawd not included." he instructs.

"What you mean, Reshawd not included?" Shawd asks. "You a bright kid, you comprehend well so you know what the fuck I just said. You can barely walk and you on a cain, I'm not letting you risk your life. Now, go. What you can do is help Zaya shoot shit if it's needed." dad answers. "Aight." Shawd says, following me and the younger ones to the window.

"Good luck, daddy." Naly and Zaria say at the same time. He smiles at them. "Granddaddy, I love ya! P.O.P. hol it down!" Ronnie exclaims, climbing out the window holding his baby sister Summer in one arm. "Take yo late ass on." Dj says. That nigga be talking so much shit to his son.

Zaria picks Legend up then climbs out the window. King grabs Juanye' then follows behind them. "Auntie, want me to hold Keyair?" Arique asks. "Nah... just help Naly down." I answer.

I hear gun shots and glass breaking downstairs so I know shit poppin off. I just pray my daddy and brothers come out healthy with no injuries.

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