"Girl I felt like we had it all planned out, I guess I fucked up the vision. Learning the true consequences of my selfish decisions." - Drake

MONTANA

"What I gotta do to make you quit going around claiming me as your baby daddy? You know it ain't my child." I say to Della as I sit across from her at the table in my house. She smiles. "Leave your woman and her children and be with me." she answers.

"Bitch, you crazy as you look. What in the world would  I do that for? And I find it very funny how  you were not pregnant until I didn't want you." I say, tilting my head.

"I didn't nut in you, Della so you  might as well come clean." I add. She giggles. "When I gave you a blow job, I never spit or swallowed. Instead, I poked my finger in my mouth then rubbed your spėrm around my vagına. I pleased myself with your juices on my fingers. Trust me, Montana, this baby I'm carrying is yours truly." she says, grinning.

I smile back at her, pulling my gun out of my sweat pants. I take the safety off, then sit it on the table, grinning. Her smile fades, then she goes pale. "What happened to the sarcastic smile? Did the gun scare you, trifling bitch?" I calmly ask. She starts shaking as tears roll down her face. "I'm pregnant with  our baby. You can't do this." she says. "Oh, but I can do this and I'll feel nothing." I assure her, smirking.

"You're  not heartless enough to kill your own unborn, Montana." she sobs. I lean back in my seat, then shoot past her head on purpose, making her start screaming, having a fit. "My house is in the middle of nowhere for a reason. Believe me, nobody can hear you so you should stop hollering." I say.

"I'm gonna call the police!" she screams. I pull my phone out my pocket, then toss it across the  table. "Do it. Handle your business. Go ahead, call them. I kill cops just like I'll kill your pregnant ass." I say in all seriousness. I truly don't give a fuck.

"You're heartless." she chokes over her tears. "I've done worse. You know as well as I know that you were already  pregnant a month ago and  not by me. Now that I think about it, you weren't even giving me head around that  time, we were fucking with a rubber. If I wasn't letting you suck me off or going raw at the time, it isn't my child. Oh, and when I use a condom, trust me, I never dispose of it around a bitch and my shit never broke. So, try another lie." I say. "I have a very sharp brain, I remember a lot. Those things in particular." I add.

She starts looking around. "I'm calling the cops!" she yells. "Do it." I say, shrugging my shoulders as she holds my cellphone in her hand. She's shaking hard as hell. "Don't kill our baby." she  says. "You obviously don't care about that baby walking up to my girl in the mall. Do you not understand how crazy her ass is? You lucky she didn't just go upside your damn head." I say, shrugging my shoulders. Jessica tries to act civilized, but she has a temper problem but she don't think so.

She starts crying. "I only want you to be with me, Montana! Why's it her and not me? Is it because I'm white?" she cries. "Nope. She's mixed, she got a lil white in her. I ain't  a racist, ma... so, naw. You knew I was just fuckin you out of spite cause my girl was bullshittin." I say. "You told me you loved me!" she screams. I laugh, shaking my head. "Never fall for any nigga who claim they love you, they just might be lying. Word of advice." I say, winking at her. "So, you lied about loving me?" she asks with an attitude. "Yeah, obviously. I only love one woman and you ain't my type. I like mine a lil hood and you the total opposite." I say.

"I can be hood! I can talk with slang and smoke weed and roll your Marijuana or maybe die or ride." she says. I chuckle. "It's ride or die, Della." I correct her.

She breaks down crying. "Just believe me, it's yours." she says. I get up, then walk over to her, then put my gun underneath her chin. I take my phone from her, then put it in my pocket. "Who's baby is it?" I ask in her ear, moving the gun directly underneath her chin. She continues to cry. "Listen, when I pull the trigger, you'll be dead in five seconds or less, trust me." I warn her.

"Understand?" I ask. She nods her head yes. "Quit getting tears on me, bitch. Now, answer the question. Who baby is it?" I ask. She starts sniffling. "This guy named Ant... I forgot his real name but it's really girly. His last name is Mitchell, I saw it on his credit card when he paid for the hotel room. Montana, I'm sorry." she sobs.

I raise my eyebrow. It's only one Ant Mitchell I know who has a girly name. I pull  the gun away. "What he look like?" I ask. She breaks completely down. "He said he would kill me if I told anyone... don't make me." she cries. "Talk or I swear I'll empty this clip in your face and be done with it." I say in all seriousness. I don't have patience right now.

"He's kinda tall... he's a really bright skin tone, he has thick pretty eyebrows like a woman or something, really white, straight teeth... um, his lips are pink and he has curly hair too. Oh, and he had a tattoo of a beautiful woman on his chest, and on his forearm he has a tattoo of two tiny baby footprints and two names with it... I can't remember what the names were though." she answers. "Oh, and he had the name Jessica on the right side of his chest. Montana, don't kill me." she sobs. I laugh. "Jessica gone kill yo ass." I say, chuckling.

Her eyes widen. "What? His Jessica is also your Jessica? The tattoo of her looks like someone in their late teens or early twenties." she says looking confused. I smile. "He got the tattoo a long time ago, she looks more like a grown woman now. The tattoo on his forearm you told me about is really a tattoo of his twins' footsteps when they were new borns. He took the picture from the hospital to the shop and got it and the names there is Noble and Majesty. You through, it ain't even me you should worry about, it's my girl." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

She breaks down crying. If I find out Ant paid this bitch to claim me as her baby daddy just to get Jessica back, it's about to be a damn problem. Blood will be shed and it damn sure won't be mine.

I don't even know where Jessica is. She blocked my number and everything, so now I gotta sit home and wait on her to come home if she even comes back to me.

The front door opens. I look up at Darius as he limps in the house with a black ass eye and cuts all over him. "What happened?" I ask. "Nothin, damn!" he yells at me. "Who the fuck is she, huh? She who you got pregnant? Man, you know what?" he yells, then snatches her by her neck. I watch in shock and confusion as he chokes her out. He slams her head on the floor, immediately knocking her unconscious.

"What the fuck was that?" I ask, watching blood ooze from her head.
He ignores me then plops down in one of the chairs. "I ain't asking no more, D, what was that?" I calmly ask once again. He glares at me. "You ain't my fucking daddy! You don't tell me what to do! Fuck you and fuck everybody else too! I don't need you, Jessica, or Ant! Fuck all yall asses, man, all I need is my fucking self!" he snaps, breathing heavily. "I never needed no fucking body. I'm good on my own. Fuck yall." he mumbles.

I raise my eyebrow. I'm not about to kiss up to him. "Fine. Fuck me? Get out my shit then, get your own." I say. "Fine! I don't give a fuck! Imma be aight! Ain't nobody  really down for me no way!" he snaps, getting up from the table.

I watch as he storms out the house, leaving the door open behind him. He pulls the keys to my car out his pocket. "Naw, nigga. It's fuck me, remember? So, get yo own place and yo own car. That's how it go, nigga. You don't bite the hand that feed yo ass." I say, extending my hand for my keys. He glares at me then throws my keys into the bushes. "Fuck you, Montana! I'll handle my own fucking issues like a man!" he yells, then storms out the driveway. I shake my head.

I go get the keys out the bushes then unlock my Audi. Let me go see what's wrong with this dumb ass nigga. He out here acting like a temperamental child for no reason.

ANT

"Aight, good night. I love you, aight? And I ain't ever letting you get hurt again." I say, laying Reign's teddy bear next to her in bed. We went to one of my safe houses. "I love you too. Is uncle Darius coming over tonight?" she asks. I sigh, thinking about what I did to him earlier. I know he didn't fight back because he felt guilty. He felt like he deserved it. That was messed up on my part. I just got so mad cause I love my kids and I wasn't thinking straight. I'll apologize later on.

"Naw, probably not. Darius is considered grown now, Reign, he just turned eighteen. We can't really tell him where to go anymore. If he wants to come here, he will but if not, we can't force him." I explain. She nods her head, then pulls my face to hers. She pecks my bottom lip then my forehead. "Okay, goodnight. I love you daddy." she says, smiling wide.

I smile at her, then walk out of there. I walk to the room Jessica is staying in. I bite my bottom lip a little, looking away. She's in the bed with a sexy pink  and black bra and the thong to match as she types something on her laptop.

She looks up, then pulls the cover over her body. "Get out." she dryly says, typing. "We need to talk. Put some clothes on." I say as she completely covers herself with the cover. "No, what you can do is get out and call Polly or something. Leave me alone, Ant." she demands.

I close the door then sit on the bed. She rolls her eyes. "I'm so for real, man, leave me alone!"  she yells. "Quit screaming like that, chill out. What you looking up?" I ask, staring at a map and a bunch of mugshots on the screen. "I'm doing a background check on Yanda and everybody associated with that broad. My baby won't be the only one hurting." she answers, glaring at the screen.

I take the laptop from her then close it. "Chill out, I'll handle all that. Just get some rest." I say. "Whatever, Ant. Don't pretend like you concerned about me. You always doing something stupid, petty, and spiteful. Just get out my face with all that pretending like you care." she demands.

"How you gone tell me if I'm pretending or not? I do care bout you girl, quit playin games." I say. "I don't play games. Go call Polly or something. Your fiance is in the hospital, worry bout that." she says.

"She ain't my fiance, quit saying that." I say. She looks at me crazy. "You proposed, she said yes, you gave that trick the exact same ring you proposed to me with. So, that makes her your fiancé, idiot." she says.

I don't say anything. She shakes her head. "Ant, I see straight through you. I know you... so, why you with her?" she asks. "She all I want. Why else would I be with her?" I ask. She shakes her head. "Naw... no, I ain't believing that. You don't love her and she's the furthest thing from what you want and you know it just as well as I do." she says.

"Man, drop it. I ain't tryin to talk about all that. Why you stay talkin about her? She don't be worried about you. Stop being jealous cause you not the one with the ring." I say.

She stares at me for a second then starts hysterically laughing. "Jealous? Me, jealous? Please. If it wasn't for the kids, I wouldn't even have two words to say to you." she says. "And I don't want a ring from you. All I want is for you to get out my room." she adds.

I ignore her. "So, wassup with you and the invincible, most amazing, do no wrong Montana?" I sarcastically ask, earning an eye roll. "Shut up. And nothing... we were talking about marriage and all." she answers, moving her hair behind her ear. I laugh. "See, the difference is you can't make me feel no type of way. I know you real well and I know you lying, trying to make me jealous. Nice try though." I say.

Shs smacks her lips then rolls her eyes. "You are so messy, Ant. I swear you are. How dare you propose to her in front of me knowing we hate each other then have the audacity to do it with the ring you proposed to me with? You so trifling." she says. "What? I didn't wanna buy another ring, it ain't that serious." I say. "You only did that to be spiteful." she says. "No I didn't, mane, dang." I say.

My eyes trail to the ring on her finger. I smile a little. "How come you never took it off?" I ask. "What?" she asks in confusion. "My dead sister's ring I gave you... why do you still wear it?" I ask. We hardly communicated over the years if it had nothing to do with our kids, so I never even noticed it the times I have been around her. I remember when we barely even got along when I took her to my sister's grave. She was sixteen and I was seventeen. I remember it perfectly because of all of the emotions I felt at that moment. It's crazy how ten years later after all the drama and all, she still values that ring.

She smiles a little, staring at the diamond ring. "I don't know." she answers. "Yes you do." I say, lifting her chin, making her look at me. Maybe, I'm crazy but I think she blushing right now. "Well... it meant a lot to me. It was the nicest thing anyone ever did for me at the time. I felt like you cared deep down regardless of how we would fight. I keep it on because when you gave it to me, we pretty much hated each other and were at a bad place in whatever type of friendship or whatever  it was. And even though we've been in a bad place for some years now, it still means the world to me." she admits, smiling. I'll admit, that made me feel good.

"Don't it seem like it was just yesterday when you were sixteen and I was seventeen and we would be in your living room wildin on each other? Remember when you locked me out the house for droppin yo phone in the water the day we met?" I ask. She laughs. "Yeah, because my foster mom slapped the mess out of me and you laughed at it." she answers. I chuckle, shaking my head. "It don't feel like you twenty six and I'm twenty seven, ya know? Man, who would've thought me and you would end up with three kids?" I ask. "The ice cream man. Remember he said we reminded him of him and his wife?" she asks. I laugh, then nod my head yes.

I stare at her for a second as she smiles. It's like our problems don't exist right now. It's almost as if she didn't wild out on me a couple of hours ago for proposing to Polly. I almost forgot Polly even existed for a second. It doesn't even feel like we went six years barely talking other than when we slipped up and made Reign.

"I should've never let you go. I should've been in the right state of mind and all and I should've treated you way better than I did. I wish I didn't wait until you found another nigga to try to get myself together." I admit. I'm in my feelings like crazy right now and I ain't even ashamed of it.

"Yeah... well, most people don't know what they got until it's gone, Ant." she says, looking away from me. "I'm sorry for everything I ever did to you, man... for real." I say. She doesn't say anything as she looks at everything but me. I notice her eyes tear up. "What's wrong?" I ask. "I'm so tired... you really hurt  my feelings bad today. That was one of the worse  and most embarrassing things that ever happened to me." she admits, lightly crying with her hands covering her face.

"Honestly, I didn't think you cared." I say. She stops crying, wiping her face and sniffling. "It just hurt. It was disrespectful." she says. "You still love me, huh?" I ask. I'm really surprised right now. Jessica acts like I don't mean anything to her all the time so  this is shocking.

"No. It doesn't matter." she mumbles. I nod my head. I know she lying. She  wouldn't even get as mad or talk about Polly so much if it didn't matter. I pull the covers away, then play with her belly button ring. I lean down, then kiss her neck, then her chest, then her stomach. I spread her  legs a little bit then kiss  her thighs. I hover over her to kiss her for the first time in years. I close my eyes then lean down. I kiss, then open my eyes, staring directly at a pillow I just kissed. I look at her crazy as she laughs, sitting on the edge of the bed. "What was that?" I ask, irritated. "Boy, do you think you finna kiss me when you with basically a prostitute who happens to sell her cat on camera? You're engaged and I don't want you and we ain't cool. Now you see how it feels to be embarrassed. Get  out, I'm going to sleep." she says.

I glare at her, then get off the bed. "Mane, whatever." I say, walking out. I look down, then adjust my hard dıck in my gym shorts. She play too much.

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IK IT'S LIKE 3 IN THE MORNING BUT I CAN'T SLEEP SO YEAH