No, Roc isn't her dad. Her dad goes by Money yall.

It's bout to hit the fan, better beware -Empire

PROD

Reshawd mean mugs me, rubbing his chest. "Why you embarrass me like that?" he asks. "Cause I'm a grown man and this my crib and you my child." I answer. He shakes his head.

"I wanted to talk to you." I say. "About?" he asks. "How you feel about me having another baby by another woman on the way?" I ask. His face drops. "Dad... don't tell me you slipped up when you and ma just got back on good terms. You gotta be the dumbest nigga ever!" he snaps. "Imma let that slide since you mad right now but yeah... I got Myra pregnant." I say, shaking my head.

His eyes tear up. "I can't believe you, man." he says, turning away from me. Zaya walks in the room, interrupting us. She smiles wide. "Why you crying?" she asks Reshawd. "My leg hurt." he lies. She sits on the bed next to him. "Where are your pain killers?" she asks. "I can't take them cause I took my anti depressants a lil while ago." he says. She nods her head. "I'll bring you some ice in a second." she says. He rolls his eyes at me.

She stands up then wraps her arms around my neck. I wrap mine around her waist. She kisses my lips. "Hey." she exclaims, pecking my lips a few times. I laugh. "Wassup? Why you so happy?" I ask. She smiles then sits on my lap. "Because I love you." she says. "Imma always love you." I say. "Bullshit." Reshawd coughs out.

I glare at him. Zaya pops his arm. "Watch your mouth." she says. I kiss her cheek. "Let's go out." I say. "To where?" she asks. "Anywhere you wanna go." I say. "Yo, it's this quote that says let the guilt teach you how to behave next time." Reshawd says, grinning at me. I smack my lips then lead her out of there.

"I love you." I blurt out, then pin her to the wall and kiss her. "Um... love you too. What's going on?" she asks, nervously laughing. "Nothing, what you talking about?" I ask. She shakes her head. "Nothing." she says. I grab her hand then lead her down to my bedroom. She opens up my walk in closet then walks to her side of it. "Where we going?" she asks. "Wherever you want." I say "Let's go on a tour then go parasailing." she says. I nod my head then grab my Louis Vuitton swim trunks. She grabs a green Gucci swimsuit and some sandals. I watch her move around like she worried about something. "What's wrong?" I ask. "I feel like you hiding something from me and it's bugging the hell out of me so if you got something to say, tell me now." she says. I stare at her for a second, contemplating on telling her. "Nah, baby, everything good." I lie, fake smiling. She nods her head then pecks my lips.

We on the beach in silence. I notice Myra at the bar watching me. "Fuck." I mumble. Why this bitch even here? "What's wrong?" Zaya asks, sipping her Margarita I got her. "Nothin, come here." I say. She gets on my lap. I place my hand on her thigh. "I love you so much." I say. "I love you too. Why you keep on saying that?" she asks. I notice Myra walking over to us. "Ain't that your lil hoe?" Zaya asks. "I don't have hoes, I only got my wifey and she on my lap." I say. She laughs then kisses my lips.

"Hello." Myra says, extending her hand. Zaya stares at it then flips her hair. "What can we do for you?" Zaya asks. "Well, I'm Myra." Myra says, nervously looking at me. I sigh. "Okay?" Zaya says. "And... um, are you his wife?" she asks. "Ex wife but we working on it, why?" Zaya asks. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry." Myra says to Zaya, getting teary eyed. Zaya looks from me to Myra. "Sorry for what?" Zaya asks. "I'm pregnant with his child." Myra whispers.

Zaya's body tenses up then her face turns red. "It's true?" she asks me without looking at me. "I think." I answer. She gets off my lap then pops her knuckles. She draws back then punches the shit out my jaw. I damn near punched her ass back cause I forgot she was a female for a second.

"And I asked you if you had something to tell me." she says. "Look, it happened-" she cuts me off. "When?" she dryly asks. "That day we got ourselves back on track. Ion know how it happened." I say. She shakes her head then busts my lip. "I'm so sorry." Myra says. Zaya starts laughing. "You're sorry? Were you sorry when you was on his dıck when you knew he was taken?" I ask. "I'm sorry... we were drunk and it was when he came over to tell me that he was back with you and that we had to end it." she says. Zaya draws back then slaps the shit out of Myra. "Fucking home wrecker." Zaya snaps. "She pregnant, chill." I say, helping Myra up.

Zaya's mouth drops. "Oh my Gosh, I can't believe this." Zaya says, laughing. "How far along are you?" Zaya asks. "A couple of weeks." Myra mumbles. Me and Zaya been back together for a couple of weeks. "Calm the hell down, it ain't that serious." I say. "Alright. So, if I go get pregnant by another nigga, you gone be ready to destroy humanity but when you do it, you want me to chill?" Zaya asks.

"You ain't getting pregnant by no other nigga, Zaya. Look, imma handle all this, man. Chill." I say. "How? How, mothafucka? How the hell you gone handle it? The child is there now, Craig! The fucking baby will be here nine months from now, Craig! There's no turning back! So, explain how you finna handle it!" Zaya yells at me. Myra starts crying. "Stop crying, you can't stress. You pregnant." I say. Zaya chuckles. "Unbelievable. You making sure your mistress doesn't stress cause she pregnant but when I was pregnant, you turned into the devil and pushed me to the point of a miscarriage and didn't even care. Good God almighty!" Zaya exclaims, throwing her hands up.

"Come on, chill out, it ain't even like that." I say. "What is it then? But whatever, Myra, you can have his ass. Don't be shocked when he dog that ass out." Zaya says. "I don't want him, we were only messing around sexually." Myra says. Zaya walks off. "Chase her." Myra says, pushing me. I cut my eyes ar her then go after Zaya. I pick her up. "Put me down!" she screams. I squeeze her. "Come on... I'm sorry. We wasn't even official that day." I say. "Shut up. Cause ain't nothing you about to say gone change the fact that your child is inside that woman." she says. "I know I can't go back but forreal... don't leave." I say. "Fuck you." she says. "Come on... let's just go home and talk." I say. "What we got to talk about?" she asks, rolling her eyes and walking ahead of me. I sigh. The shit that happenes when you drunk is unbelievable.

RESHAWD

My parents been arguing about the baby all night and Laylani ain't answering the phone. I was gone sneak out to chill on a beach with her but she fell asleep on a nigga.

Nugget walks in my room holding Analya while she sleeps. "Wassup?" I ask, pushing King over so Nugget can lay her down. I don't know why my younger brothers and sisters decided to sleep in my bed. Even Keyair knocked out between Zaria and King.

"Zaya let me drive her purple jeep and I still got the keys, bruh. Let's go." he whispers, smirking and holding up the key. I get up then grab a black tee shirt and put it on. "Aight. I need to handle something first." I say, checking my phone. Laylani texted me about picking her up cause her momma sleep.

We just pulled up to her house. She runs out then gets in the back. "Hey, Reshawd." she says. "This Laylani, this my big brother Nugget." I introduce them. They wave at each other, then he pulls off.

"Park here." I say, pointing up the street from a house. "Why we here?" Laylani asks. I pull my gun out. "You ever did a home invasion?" I ask her. Her eyes light up. "No, but I want to!" she exclaims. "Hell no, yall crazy. I ain't in it." Nugget says. "Pussy." me and Laylani say at the same time.

"Just take the tags off and wait for us." I say, getting out. Me and Laylani head up the street to the house. I hand her gloves and a gun. "You know how to shoot?" I ask. "Nope, but I ain't scared." she says. Both of us laugh then shrug our shoulders. "Fair enough." I say, breaking into the house.

I shoot the alarm system. "Grab valuables." I say. She goes into the kitchen and grabs some Kool aid. "What the fuck?" I ask. She laughs. "Nigga, I gotta wet my throat up." she says. "That's what my dick for." I say. She laughs then slaps me in the back of my head.

Both of us head up the stairs. I smile at the sight of that hoe Myra's girlfriend as she sleeps. I did my research on that bitch my dad knocked up and since she ripped my family apart with that baby and hurt my momma, imma rip her family apart and hurt her back. It's only fair, right?

I snatch her girl up. She screams and cries begging for her life. "Get her." I say to Laylani. She holds the gun then shoots it, missing her head and getting her knee instead. I laugh. "You suck." I say, then pull my knife out. I chop her head off, making Laylani scream. "That shit was epic." Laylani says in shock. I'm surprised she don't think I'm a monster now.

I take a picture of it on her girl's phone then send it to Myra's. "Let's go." I say, tossing her a gas can and lighter. We pour it all over the body and the house. I strike a match then set it on fire. I rush out to the truck. "Go!" I demand, watching the house burn down. Nugget pulls off fast, burning rubber. "That shit was fucking amazing!" Laylani screams bouncing up and down. I dap her up. "We gotta do it again." I say. "Damn right!" she exclaims, smiling. Damn, she the shit.

I got one down and a few more to go. I refuse to be the only one hurt. Myra and her whole family gone feel my pain.

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