Changed how Polly looks if yall can see it.

I'm trying 2 make this chapter long btw.

If u read Ride 5 it was updated today.

"Bitch steady hollering bout fuck me. Naw, fuck that bitch." - Young Dro

MONTANA

"Pink or purple?" Jessica asks, holding up two sexy ass thongs she got from Victoria's Secret. "Neither. I don't want you to wear nothing but my chain." I answer, smirking at my diamond chain she has around her neck.

She laughs a little. "Whatever, Montana. Just pick one." she says. "I already did, I chose naked." I say, then kiss her on her lips. "Fine. Happy Birthday, baby, I love you." she says, pulling my Polo boxers down. I grin, already knowing she got that billion dollar shit. She about to put it on me.

My phone wakes me up. I sit up, then rub my eyes. I was taking a good ass nap, having a good dream about something that happened a couple of years ago. I can't get Jessica off my mind worth nothing after what happened earlier. I feel guilty as fuck. I didn't want to lie to her and I knew that the truth would hurt, but I still had to be real about it.

My phone starts ringing. I sigh, staring at it as my side bitch, Della I told Jessica about calls me. I answer it, then put it to my ear.

"Hey... are you coming over?" she asks. "Naw... listen, I need to meet you somewhere to talk about something." I say. "What is it? I'm cleaning my restroom at the moment." she says. "I wanted to tell you face to face out of respect but I can't keep doing her like this." I say. She gets quiet.

"Why not?" she asks. "I love her." I answer. "You told me you hated her when you came over last night." she says. "I was drunk and high, Della. I didn't mean that, I was only mad because she wouldn't fuck with me." I say. "Well, I'm pregnant and it's yours. Will she be attending our baby shower?" she asks, chuckling.

"What? Your tubes tied." I say. "Did you really think I went through with it? I kept that money and when I told you it was done, I lied. I'm almost one month pregnant, so, you're stuck with me." she says, then hangs up the phone.

My eyes widen a little. I face palm myself. If she is pregnant with my child, Jessica will never even hug my ass again, so she definitely won't sit down and try to fix it with me.

There's no way that baby is mine though. I definitely didn't go raw on her a month ago. It's not adding up. I have to do something fast before Jessica finds out it's a bitch claiming me as her baby daddy.

ANT

"Daddy, is Polly a hoe?" Noble asks as him and his brothers watch me braid Reign's hair. I raise my eyebrow at him, trying to decide on whether I want to take my brand new Jordans off and whoop his ass with one of em.

"What you just say?" I ask. "I said is she a hoe. Mommy always calls her a slut, hoe, carpet muncher, icky půssy, vacant lot tittie gap, wrinkled pūssy lips, wop sided butt implants, wide půssy hoe, green cům ass bitch, yellow slime půssy, and dıck sucking barracuda. Oh, she also said that her půssy is wide as a fly swatter." he says, snickering.

The boys and Reign start dying laughing. "Remember that time when she told Reign not to kiss daddy on his lips until he washed them because he kissed her?" Majesty asks, laughing his ass off. "Ms. Jessica is really funny. When I spent the night over her house, I heard her tell Montana that you and your h word, A word pornstar can suck ten d words because you made her mad." Jessie says.

I face palm myself. Jessica is so messy for that. "She didn't exactly tell me that. We just overhear her talk to Montana and Uncle Darius or when she's on the phone with Uncle Vonte. Uncle Vonte called her a future aids victim. What's a future aids victim?" Noble asks.

"Noble... watch your mouth. You ain't slick. You just wanted to say cuss words and that's why I'm beating your ass when I get through with yo sister's hair." I say. "Daddy, are you gay? Boys are not supposed to do girls hair so what you can do is whoop your own ass for doing girly stuff." Noble says with his finger pointed in my face.

I shake my head. He reminds me so much of how I was as a child and that's a bad thing. He's obviously the one who took after me most. It's like Majesty's personality is the exact same as mine when I'm trying to be respectful, and Noble is that other side of me that just don't give a fuck. Why couldn't I have a normal set of twins, God?

"Shut up! Daddy is not gay!" Reign screams at him. "He might be. He has a girly name. I agree with Noble." Majesty says, slapping hands with him. "Well, damn, you lil experiment six two six lookin mothafuckas." I say, making Reign and Jessie laugh as I get off the couch.

I walk out of there, then outside. I grab two switches off the tree. I got two thick long switches too. I walk in the kitchen, then wet them up. I put a rubber band on both of them, then walk back to the living room with the switches behind my back. I don't play no damn games with my kids, it's Jessica's weak ass that lets them get away with any and everything and that's the issue now.

"What?" Majesty asks with an attitude as I stare at him and Noble. Majesty hardly ever acts out, but when he does, he be on a new level of disrespectful. "Yall know how daddy from New Orleans and all that?" I ask them. "Yes, daddy." Reign asks, smiling. "Duh, you talk different from us. What's the point?" Noble asks. I smile wide at him. "And what part of the world is New Orleans in?" I ask. "Uh... Louisiana." Majesty guesses, smiling. "That's true, but what else?" I ask. "Oh! I know! It's in the South!" Noble exclaims, jumping up like his ass just won bingo or some shit.

"Exactly, so I'm finna give yall asses a dirty south ass whoopin! Bring yo ass here!" I yell, snatching him and Majesty to me.

I'm about to beat the shit out of them, then force them to drink orange juice with pulp in it because they hate it. After that, I'm about to have them running laps and working out in the back yard. Since Jessica wanna spoil them and hardly whoop them, I will. Nobody about to play no games with two six year olds that got too much mouth.

DARIUS

"You gotta eat it, Liah, damn." I say, growing annoyed. She won't eat the ice cream the nurse gave her for her throat pain. "No I don't." she says. I squeeze her jaws, making her mouth open a little, then shove a spoon full of the chocolate ice cream in her mouth. "Eat that shit like a dyke eating pussy." I demand.

She gasps, glaring at me. "You are disgusting for that. Why did you do this to me?" she whines. "Because, I want you to feel better. If you said your throat was hurting and they gave you this, you need to eat it." I say, scooping more on the spoon. "I don't want it." she says. I raise my eyebrow. "Do I need to force feed you again? I will, trust me." I say to her. She rolls her eyes, then opens her mouth. I feed her the ice cream.

The door opens and her mom walks in. "Hey, mommy." Liah mumbles as I rub ointment on her stitches above her eye. "Hey, mommy's baby. Hi, Darius." she says, waving at me. "Hey, how you doing?" I ask. "I'm fine. I hope you've been taking good care of my baby." she jokes. "I have. She's just being stubborn." I say as my phone rings.

It's Yanda. "Excuse me for a second." I say, walking out the room. I answer my phone, then put it to my ear. "Speak." I demand. "What I do to you? Why you being cold hearted?" Yanda asks. "All liars go to hell. You know that, right?" I ask.

"What are you telling me that for?" she asks. "You should know wassup." I say. "Well, I don't. I want to see you. Take me out to eat." she demands. "Yo ass better get some Steak n Shake coupons out the newspaper and ball out with them bitches cause I ain't taking you nowhere." I say.

She laughs. "Darius, you so silly. Come on, come pick me up. I miss my baby." she says. "Sure you do." I say, walking back into Liah's room. "Why are you acting like this?" Yanda asks, sounding extremely confused. "Maybe, I'm busy and don't have time for your shit." I say, earning a crazy look from Liah's mom. "Sorry." I mouth to her.

"Okay, Darius, for real, you making me mad. You never tell me no when I want to see you." she says. "Well, it's a first for everything, right?" I ask. "What the fuck? Boy, I'll knock the sarcasm out your mouth!" she snaps. "You sound like the mother I never had. What makes you think that shit scaring me, bruh?" I ask. "Bruh? Who you think you talking to?" she yells. "Quit hollering in my fucking ear, ignorant ass bitch! I'm talking to those little ass titties and fat ass nipples you got, fuck?" I sarcastically snap on her.

"Language!" Mrs. Wang says, looking at me crazy. Liah starts trying her hardest not to laugh as me and her momma have an all our stare down.

"Nigga, you didn't have a problem with my little ass titties and fat ass nipples when you was kissing and sucking on em!" she snaps. "In the back of my mind, I was thinking damn, this bitch built like a seven year old boy!" I snap back at her.

"Darius, you are being very disrespectful right now." Liah says, holding back laughter. "I'll just give you two time. I'll be in the cafeteria." her mom awkwardly says, then walks out.

"Who the fuck is that I hear?" Yanda yells. "You hear this dıck, bitch!" I yell, laughing. "That's why it's little, you mothafucka! You with a hoe, ain't you?" she yells. "Wow, you just insulted me. You didn't call it little when you couldn't even fit it in your damn mouth! That's why you can't give head worth shit. Maybe, instead of getting Liah jumped and shoving shit up her private and lying about it, you should get her to teach you how to suck dıck cause yo head game basic as fuck!" I snap on her.

Liah looks at me crazy. Yanda gets dead silent. "What did you just say to me?" she growls into the phone. "Long story short, I said you cannot give head worth shit and instead of hating on Liah cause she better than you, her ass fatter than yours, her titties bigger than yours, and cause she look better than yo basic beauty havin ass, you should be asking her to whip out a dıldo and teach you how to suck a damn dıck with it cause you cannot give head. Did you hear me that time, hoe?" I slowly ask.

"Really, Darius? After all these years, this how you choose to do me? You gone talk down on me like that?" she asks. "Mane, shut all that up. Don't try to play the victim and all that. I treated you like a queen and you couldn't even be honest with me. Lying ass bitch, I could care less." I say.

"Why you acting like a mad baby momma or something? Nigga, you sound like a bitch!" she yells. "I don't care what I sound like." I say. "You so lame for this, Darius. On my life, you gone get yours. Wait til I tell my daddy!" she yells. "Yeah, and while you at it tell his ass he should've been there more because then you probably wouldn't have ended up being such a dumb ass bitch." I say. "At least I have two parents that love my ass! That's why your momma used to beat your fucking ass, your gotdamn daddy was your uncle which is your other brother's daddy's father, so your momma a fucking hoe anyway, that's why you struggle so much, and that's why your ass was molested! You deserved it!" she yells at me.

I stare at the phone in disbelief. "Really, Yanda?" I ask. "Yes, really! I could care less about that shit!" she screams. "And my daddy gone get on your ass!" she adds. "Aight. Fuck you, bruh. Send that nigga if you want to, you know where to find me at, bitch." I say. "You so lame for this shit! Don't act tough! And I got some hot shit for your gotdamn sister ass too! Who the fuck that hoe thought she was?" she yells.

Her daddy is a drug dealer from Detroit but he moved his family here to California for a better life and more protection. Part of the reason my family didn't know about her until the graduation was because I knew for a fact Ant wouldn't approve of the relationship and neither would Montana because if shit got bad between us, the two of them would have to go to war against her father and California would turn into a blood bath over it.

I'm not really worried about her threatening Jessica's life. Jessica is a big cry baby, but my brother and Ant turned her into a trained assassin for real, mostly Montana. She's like a female him when she gets a gun in her hand but she gave up that lifestyle for the kids. If Yanda wanna try her, she can feel free.

"Do you. I'll be at your funeral and I'll be sure to piss in your momma's mouth and wipe my balls across your casket, then I'll shit on your grave and shove your daddy's face in it." I say in all seriousness. I'd seriously do that if she comes for my sister.

"We'll see. Wait til my daddy gets back home." she says. "Bitch ass. You sound so silly and weak. You're eighteen years old still threatening to tell your father on somebody. Deal with it yourself." I say. "No, don't back out now! Psh, play me if you want to! You gone get yours, Darius!" she yells. "No need to make threats. Action is more interesting." I say. "Yea, aight." she says, then hangs up.

I shove my phone back in my pocket, then turn to walk out the room. I'm not into my brother and Ant's lifestyle. I always saw my self becoming better than them. I have plans to go to college on a full scholarship and all to get into business or the medical field like Jessica did. She only did it to learn how to treat Montana's gunshot or knife wounds. I never saw myself getting dragged into some street shit over a bitch, but it is what it is. I'm not a punk, and I'm not bowing down to her or her bitch ass daddy and that's real shit. I don't give a fuck if that nigga was the president, it ain't happening. "Darius, are you okay?" Liah softly asks. "Fuck off." I dryly say, then walk out of her hospital room.

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THIS CHAPTER WAS IMPORTANT ASF.

Yall didn't fwm yesterday lmao.