Thanks 4 commenting, I like long comments lmaoo yall hella funny.

& U know who you are with that negative bullshit too... don't come for me mf. Write that negative shit down, tape it to my ass, then kiss it mfer. Don't like it, don't read it. Ain't nobody forcing the damn book in ya face.

Anyways...

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ZAYA

"I mean... we could've listened to her." Chevy says. "Fuck her." Prod says. "No, think about it... if she got information, why can't you two hear her out?" Chevy asks. "And besides, it's not like we know their relationship and what happened between those two." he adds.

"I do. He told us what happened so shut up. He got drunk and said some foul ass shit. But she a hypocrite. He told me she said somethin' really foul about something that happened to him so they were even. He even apologized and we all know Jaylen too stubborn to apologize to anybody. Ma, he still ain't apologized to you for that time when he got mad and messed up your car with a sledge hammer. Yall already know if he apologized, he meant it.  He cared but let's be honest, Jaylen ain't finna chase nobody,  not even his girl. So, what yall expect? These females be knowin the type of niggas we are from the start. They the ones that stick around." DJ says.

"Zaya and dad, I haven't been living here for long but I have realized yall always fighting and breaking up, saying the worse stuff yall can think of to each other, leaving, and then coming back. Honestly, they acting like yall do." Chevy says.

"See, that's where you're hella wrong. We have always been like this from the time we met. I'm clinically bi polar, so is your dad. Two extremely bi polar people in a relationship is crazy. We legit love each other though." I say.  "You sound dumb, honestly." Chevy says.

Everybody look at him crazy. "Excuse me?" I ask. "I said you sound dumb." he repeats. "Who the fuck you talkin' to?  Matter fact, why the fuck you tryin to ride for that hoe? Got somethin' you need to tell us?" Prod asks, glaring at him. "Yep... but I don't want to say it yet." he says.

"Man, fuck it. But anyway, the difference is, no matter what I said to Zaya or did to her, when a nigga was down and out and ain't had nobody, she was the first mothafucka here for me when nobody else was. Even when she was mad as hell, she pushed that to the side and had my back. If Kennedie a so called rider, how come she ain't come when a nigga almost died? We made sure she knew the situation, and she simply told Zaya she was not gone come. Yall don't even know the whole thing, Zaya called her hoe ass, she said Fuck him and that she not coming then she hung up on her. So that's where you wrong at. Why the fuck would we wanna hear somebody like that out? Even if that hoe didn't come to be with him, she could've at least checked on Legend or at least came just cause she so called carrying his baby." Prod says. "Exactly, Chevy, so shut the hell up defending her. Her exact words were fuck him, I ain't coming. Then she hung up on ma." DJ says.

Chevy sighs. "Well... I didn't know that." he says. "Quit commenting on some shit when you don't even know the whole thing." Prod says. "Yeah, and who knows she not the snake? Think about it, she literally said F him and never showed up and now she showing up saying she know who did it.  Either she guilty as shit or she trying to set us up. She is now an enemy, period." I say.

Chevy nods his head. "Just at least hear what she got to say, man... and yall know that even though Reshawd is the craziest kid I have ever met, he can always tell when somebody a snake. So take him with yall." Chevy says. "He got a point. Reshawd always on point. Before the stuff with grandma, I swear Reshawd mumbled snake ass when she was fussing at him. Yeah... take him." DJ says. I look at Prod. "Watch Keyair." he tells DJ, then hands him to him. "Aight... look, I'm finna go back to the kids hospital and check on Legend." DJ says. "Take King, Naly, and Zaria with you. We'll be there when we finish." I say. He nods his head. Poor Legend, my grandbaby lost a lot of blood. Jaylen's blood wasn't a match, which we'll have to tell him once he gets up.  I'm an O- and so is Legend so I gave blood for him to live.

We just pulled up to the park we told Kennedie to meet us at. We watch her pull up in a black Mercedes, a car I know for a fact Jaylen didn't get  for her.

She gets out. "The hell that hoe stomach flat for?" Prod mumbles. We get out. "Hey." she mumbles. "Why the fuck are you not still pregnant?" I ask. I watch the tears roll down her face. She starts rubbing her eye until the make up is gone. "Damn, hell happened to you?" Prod asks. "Ok, I'm sorry, okay? I swear I didn't mean for this to happen to Jaylen and Legend." she says. "You still haven't answered my question. Why are you no longer pregnant when you should be seven months now?" I ask her. We couldn't tell her stomach was flat yesterday cause she had on big ass clothes. "I was beat until I lost her." she says. "Sorry that happened." I say. Sure, she's trifling but no woman deserves to lose her baby. I've been that plenty of times.

"Who beat you?" Prod asks. She looks down. "His name is Brenton." she mumbles. "Explain." I say. "He's the one who did this because I wouldn't tell him anything he could use against Jaylen..." she mumbles.  "And he did this to Jay and Legend over Kwame." she says.

"What?" me and Prod yell. "It isn't what you two think. Kwame did not want that to happen at all and Kwame needs yall, he's held hostage in Memphis right now." she cries. "What the hell happened?" I ask. "Kwame... Kwame... he's... well, he likes men to suck his dıck. He likes for dudes to give him head now cause he said he let a guy do It a while ago and that men's jaws are stronger than women's." she says. My mouth drops. Prod passes out and falls on my shoulder.

I shake him. "My son gay man..." he mumbles, wiping his eyes. "He doesn't like men like that. Like, he says there's no physical attraction. He just had a thing for Brenton sucking his dıck. Brenton caught feelings for Kwame but Kwame didn't want him. Honestly, when Jaylen and I broke up, I started talking to Kwame again. Then in Memphis, Brenton flew down there for me and we dated. We had been talking while I was with Jaylen and before we got together. Kwame came to visit me and we had sex. Brenton found out and went crazy,  especially when he found out it was Kwame. He beat me and the baby died. But with Jaylen, I had told Brenton what happened between those two, not knowing what would've happened cause I didn't know it would get that far. I didn't even know Kwame and Brenton knew each other until Kwame told me everything. Brenton did this cause Jaylen hurt Kwame. Kwame tried to kill Brenton when he found out he did that to his brother and nephew but Brenton expected it and took him." she says.

I draw back and start punching her.  "Disloyal ass bitch!" I scream, stomping this hoe. She was only using Jaylen. Prod pulls me off.  He snatches her up then bangs her head on the concrete until she goes unconscious.  He picks her up then throws her in the trunk. I get the hand cuffs then cuff her ankles and wrists. I tape her mouth then close the trunk.

"She never had loyalty for that mane. She only seen money." Prod simply says. "Yeah... and she talk too much. See how quick she told Kwame's secret? See how quick she told ol dude about Jaylen? Imagine what else she knows and who else she told. We gotta kill her." I say. "When Jaylen get up, we gone let her do it. Now we gotta go get ol dumb ass." he says with a sigh. "I'll call the pilot then." I mumble, pulling my phone out of my purse. "We definitely moving to Jamaica once this shit over. I need a break from California." he says. "I agree." I say, putting the phone up to my ear. We can never get a damn break.

He leans over and pecks my lips. "Everything gone be aight." he says. "I wish." I mumble.

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