KENNEDIE IN THE MULTIMEDIA.

KENNEDIE

It's been a week since I found out Jaylen cheated on me and he still hasn't even attempted to reach out to me since that day. He apologized a million times and swore he didn't want her but I still didn't believe him. He got frustrated and said bet and left it at that.

Legend's screams distract me from my thoughts. I walk out of the kitchen and into the living room where he's laying on the couch. I pick him up. I stare in his big blue eyes and smile. Dang, his eyes just calm me down every time I look at him. I put his pacifier in his mouth then walk back into the kitchen. I hold him on my hip as I get his baby food ready. He starts crying again. I sigh, knowing he wants Jaylen. I grab my phone and call him.

"What, you finally believe me?" he sarcastically asks. "Dang, that's the first thing you say to me after a week?" I snap. "Shut up, mane. What, you think I'm finna be good nigga Jaylen to you when you can't even trust me? Fuck outta here!" he snaps back. My eyes tear up. He never gave me the agressive side of him and it's scary.

"Don't yell at me." I mumble. He chuckles with no amusement. "Don't start crying cause I do not want to hear about how you been hurt and whatever else you gone say. You think you the only one who been hurt, huh? You ain't! Your hurt ain't even considered hurt compared to the stuff I been through! I'm a loyal nigga, Kennedie! I see you ain't the most loyal girl tho!" he yells. "I was loyal to you! You the one who had a hoe in your bed, are you forgetting?" I scream at him. Man, I'm crying like a punk right now. I can't believe this. How did he expect me to react? "Man, shut up! I told you what happened already! And wassup with you and that young nigga Mike? Yeah, I heard you got a new nigga!" he yells. I don't say anything. He starts laughing. "I should've known." he says, then hangs up in my face.

I break down crying. God knows I love Jaylen. How does he expect me to feel after my boyfriend and father of my unborn was on face time with me then all of a sudden an extremely gorgeous girl in the bed feeling on him and calling him baby? I felt betrayed. If it was the other way around, everybody knows Jaylen would've hunted him down, killed him first, then asked questions later.

The front door opens. I watch Jaylen walk inside the living room. He ignores my presence and grabs Legend. "When did you get back to California?" I softly ask. He ignores me and opens the fridge. "Jaylen." I say. He continues to ignore me and grabs a baby bottle full of Apple Juice and puts it in Legend's mouth. I blow. "Quit acting like I'm not here." I say. He walks to the cabinet and gets a plate then fixes himself some of the steak I cooked. "Oh, you can eat my food but can't respond to me?" I ask, putting my hand on my hip. He walks out and sits his plate on the table then walks into the living room. He comes back without Legend then takes his shirt off. I admire his buff body and tattoos. He throws his shirt in the laundry room then sits at the table.

"So... you just gone ignore me?" I ask.

He cuts his steak then bites into it. "Jaylen... come on, quit acting childish." I say. He walks around me then opens the refrigerator and grabs a beer. He goes and sits back down. "Okay, I'm sorry... quit ignoring me." I say. He continues to act like I'm not even here. He checks his phone then smirks. "Damn, her pussy pretty." he mumbles, typing. My eyes tear up. I push his head. "Fuck you." I say, then throw his plate on the floor. "I hate you!" I scream, then storm up the stairs.

I ball up in our bed, crying. Why is he torturing me, man? I watch him walk past our room holding Legend in his arms. He finally walks in here without Legend. He walks to the dresser and opens it. He grabs a pair of Versace underwear and some polo pajama pants then walks into our bathroom. I get up and follow him in there. "So, who is the bitch?" I ask. He turns the large TV mounted into the wall on then takes his pants off. I watch him pull his boxers down. Between my legs instantly starts tingling at the sight of his huge dıck.

I watch him start running a bubble bath in the large jacuzzi tub. He turns the TV up then turns it on Kings of Comedy. I sigh and sit on the rim of the tub, staring at him as he chuckles, watching Steve Harvey talk about the man who left his coat in the seat.

He steps in the tub then sits. "Jaylen... come on." I say. He finally looks at me for the first time since I got here. "Get the fuck out my face, I'm tryin' to chill." he bluntly says. He watches me as I cry. "You would've reacted the same way!" I yell At him. He grabs my arms and gently pulls me in the tub. "What the fuck? I'm still dressed and forget you!" I scream. "Man, shut up. You irking me, G." he says, pulling my pants down. He throws them in the floor then takes my panties off. He pulls my shirt over my head then takes my bra off. He rubs my pregnant belly. "I thought you were mad." I mumble. "I'm not mad, I'm fuckin' pissed. I just wanna make sure my unborn okay, fuck you though." he says, rubbing my stomach.

Well, dang. I cut my eyes at him. "Can we just be real with each other and forget it ever happened?" I ask. "I'm always real with you. You always get nothing but the real me. Not the me when I'm in the streets, you always get the me I keep hidden from the world. You don't understand tho." he simply says.

"Explain what happened." I say. "For the millionth time, I was at the party to handle something for my dad. She came up to me trying to flirt, I wasn't with it. I used her then pulled my gun on her and got answers. The plan was to use her to trap niggas, which she did that night. But that changed when she was all on me. Long story short, my lil sister gay and they was fuckin, sis chose her over me, she pulled a gun on me, then my lil brother bodied her." he says. I stare in his eyes then kiss his lips. "I believe you." I say. "Didn't nobody say you can kiss me. I'm pissed at you." he says.

"Why?" I ask. "Cause you had the audacity to go get a new nigga." he says. "Mike ain't my nigga. I'll cut him off if that's what you want. Why would I have a nigga when I got a real man right here?" I ask, then kiss his cheek. He wipes it off then gives me a death glare.

"Damn, baby, I'm sorry but you sexy as hell when you mad. Oowee, gotdamn, and the way your eyes squinted and changing colors right now is just... wheww, got a bitch drowning if ya know what I mean!" I exclaim, winking and laughing.

He shakes his head and stands up. "You really getting on my damn nerves cause you think I'm playing but I'm dead ass." he says. I grip his butt cheek. He mugs me then grips my wrist. "Don't do that fuckin' gay shit, bruh!" he yells, then forcefully lets go of my arm and gets out the tub.

"My bad, Jaylen, damn! You acting like a lil faggot right now! You acting like yo ass was really turned out" I scream. He stops dead in his tracks, then slowly turns to me. His once light blue eyes are pitch black now.

"Bitch, what the fuck did you just say to me?" he coldly asks. "My bad... I never should've said that." I mumble. He glares at me then opens the drawer. He pulls out a pistol, cocks it, then points it at me. "Jaylen, I'm sorry!" I scream, crying. He shakes his head then lowers it. "If you wasn't pregnant with my child, I would've killed yo opp ass. Hoe, give me back my ring." he says. I break down crying. "Jay, I didn't mean it." I sob. "Man, shut the fuck up. We over. I can't deal with somebody who don't even trust me, then say lil dumb disrespectful shit to me. Give me my ring. You lucky I'm letting you sleep here." he says. "I'm not giving it to you cause it's mine and I love it and it means a lot to me." I say. He raises his eyebrow. "Bet." he says, then walks out the bathroom.

I rush out and into our room. "Jaylen, I'm sorry. I swear I didn't mean it!" I scream at him, trying to pull him to me. He smacks my arm away from him. "Quit fuckin' cryin cause if you miscarry my baby cause you in here actin' crazy, I guarantee you my baby won't be the only mothafucka who dies, real shit." he coldly says, glaring in my eyes.

I look away from him. "Fine. I love you, Jay." I mumble. "Bet." he simply says, getting dressed. He walks out. I follow him and watch him get Legend dressed in a Gucci outfit that matches his. "Really? So, you just through with me?" I softly ask. He ignores me then grabs Legend. He puts Legend's hair in a small ponytail. I sigh. "I really love you." I say. He walks past me. I follow him down the stairs. "Lock the house." he dryly says, then walks out.

ZAYA

We've been torturing Anna and her dad for a whole week. We're still in Mexico. Even my baby Drew has been putting in hella work on them. Plus, he even helped us capture even more people. I'm so glad this shit is pretty much almost done.

Me, Prod, Roc, Drew, and my parents are all sitting in Hooters. We had the place rented.

A waitress who is extra ugly but has a decent body walks over to us. I watch as Drew's eyes scan her body and her stare at him like she seen a ghost. Roc shakes his head. Prod's eyes widen then he starts sipping the fuck out his tea. "Refill!" he yells at a waitress, dying laughing.

My dad looks down then my mom shakes her head. "Drew, you are my husband. Why did you have to cheat?" the waitress softly asks, lightly crying. "Plus, she fucking beautiful" the Mexican woman exclaims, crying harder. My mouth drops. "I don't know this hoe." he says, pointing at me.

"Oh, hell naw mothafucka!" I scream at him. "She's his daughter, babe." he says, pointing at my dad. Roc gets up. My dad springs up. "Aww fuck naw, my nigga!" he hollers then grabs the knife off the table and goes after Drew as he runs and screams. I can't help but laugh along with Prod because it's not like I loved that nigga, not like we had sex, and it's not like I was gonna be his wife. It don't matter.

Roc smirks then gently grabs Drew's wife's hand. We all know what time it is. My mom walks over to the other waitress and pays her to act as if nothing happened. "We gone get rid of the tapes." she says to me, pointing at one, then walks to the back with the other waitress.

"You know we gotta kill them all right?" Prod asks me. I shrug my shoulders. "And?" I ask. He chuckles then smacks my butt. "Sexy ass." he mumbles, following me into the warehouse. I shake my head. We walk to the dungeon where Drew and his wife are now tied along with the rest of them.

"What did I do?" his wife screams, crying. I lowkey feel bad for her. The only reason she gotta die is cause she a witness. We were gonna let the other waitress live but we changed our minds because you'll never know what could happen. On top of that, we burned Hooters to the ground and took the tapes. It may be harsh but it's a part of the game.

"The fuck I gotta die for?" Drew screams. "Such a fucking vagina, man. Shut the hell up!" my dad snaps. I chuckle. His thick spanish accent made that funny as fuck.

"You know too much and you disrespected boss lady." Roc says. "In case you didn't know, that's a major no no." Prod adds, grabbing a sword. "Last words?" I ask. "Wait! I know who you guys are, okay? I looked up to you guys growing up! I know who's behind this! Drew and his brother over there and Prell! They only used you guys! Don't kill me, please!" the waitress screams, crying.

We shake our heads in unison, staring at the dumb and afraid looks on Prell's badly beaten face, Drew, and his wife's faces. "And she's not really his wife! She's a girl Prod made get an abortion!" the waitress screams. "Fucking snitch." Drew's so called wife hisses at her. All eyes land on Prod.

"When?" I ask. "Last year... look, I'm sorry. I swear it happened when we was having a few problems." he explains. I shake my head and grip my pistol off the table. "Save it." I say, then send a bullet through that bitch head. "And you mothafucka? I had yo ass around my fucking kids! Got me fucked up!" I scream, then shoot Drew in his nose then his skull. My eyes land on Prod. "Hold up, G, you gone kill me?" he asks in disbelief. "Shut up!" I scream, then shoot Prell in his skull then Anna next. "And you? You a snitch. All rats gotta die." I say to the waitress, then shoot her between her eyes. I throw my gun back on the table then glance at everybody. All of them look mad shocked. I place my hand on my pregnant belly. "Hurry up and get the clean up crew! I'm starving, hell!" I yell at them, then walk out.

Pissed off is an understatement for what I am. There is no word for my level of anger right now. I watch the clean up crew walk in the front door. I blow, watching Prod, Roc, and my parents come out, still shocked. They get in the truck, remaining silent.

"Zaya..." Prod says. I put my hand up. "Do not talk to me right now." I tell him. "Naw, cause I'm sick of constantly saying fuck it every time we get into it, aight? I love you, Zaya, shit. A lot about me changed. I'm not perfect but I'm trying and even when I messed up, I was still trying. Like I said, I'm not perfect. Ain't none of that worth losing you permanently. We lack communication and trust. Shit, I'll go to counseling if that's what you want. Shit, we both can go. What I'm trying to say is I changed and I'm about to do whatever it take to get you back and when I get you back, imma try my hardest to keep you happy. I love you. Everything else in the past." he says.

My eyes water. "That was so sweet." my mom says. For some reason, I feel a strong connection right now. Usually when he gives me the apology speech, it's like he never really means it. He's so sincere right now and it's the sweetest thing in the world, especially because I've never seen him so sincere before.

He wipes underneath my eyes. "So, I apologize for my past mistakes." he says. "I forgive you but I'm not ready for a relationship yet." I say. He nods his head then kisses my cheek. "Well, uh... I got a big dıck." Roc randomly says with an awkward look on his face.

Everybody looking at him crazy as shit. "Let's not." my mom simply says. "Let's eat." I say. This baby be having me ready to eat the whole planet. "How far along are you?" my dad asks. "Eight months and two weeks." I answer. Prod glances at me. I look away. He probably still don't think it's his. "Where we headed next?" my mom asks, breaking the awkward silence. "Montego Bay." I answer. I'm about to start over.

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