Jessica in the Media. B4 some of yall start saying she ugly or saying yall thought she'd be cuter, ask yourself if you look better. Some of yall did that in book 1.

Yall just like Ant cause he funny lmfaoo yall be over looking his bs.
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"Got them things on deck, nigga that's a bet. If I say you getting wet, you can cash that check. Make a nigga Chiraq your whole set. I ain't lost a street war yet, I'm a anybody killer." - Boosie Badazz

DARIUS

Yanda and I are sitting across from each other in a resturant called EAT in North Hollywood.

"How does it taste?" I ask, referring to the blackened chicken wrap she's eating. She smiles a little then holds it up to my mouth. "Taste it for yourself." she answers, laughing. I smile at her then bite half of it off on purpose. She laughs. "Uugh, I hate you. You so greedy." she says. I laugh. "You'll be okay. But it's good." I say. "I bet it is." she sarcastically says.

I check my phone then ignore the text from Karmen. I'm suddenly not even attracted to Karmen anymore.

I reach over then touch the long scar she has going from her chin to her shoulder. "What happened?" I ask. "Your brother had a blade and he cut me from my chin to my shoulder then put pencil shavings on it." she answers, looking like she wants to cry. "It's ugly?" she mumbles. I shake my head no. I'm lying my ass off, that scar is ugly as a bitch.

"I know you lying. Well, I have all types of marks from your brother so if I'm no longer attractive, feel free to get up and leave." she says, getting teary eyed. "Chill out, Yanda. You still beautiful." I lie. I'm not attracted to her like I used to be. Part of me is in love with her, I think. I don't know if I'm still trying to force it because she was truly my first love or if I really care. The other part of me ain't even feeling her.

She smiles. "I talked to my daddy." she mumbles. "And?" I ask. "And... and he wants to talk to you." she says. "For what?" I ask. I'm not retarded, her dad is a fuck nigga. If he tried to kill my niece and nephews who are practically babies, I know he'll murder me. I'm part of the reason his daughter was getting tortured by my brother.

"I told him I'm in love with you." she answers. "That's it?" I ask. She nods her head yes. "You know I know when you lying?" I ask. Her eyes widen. "I'm not lying." she mumbles. I lean back in my seat. "You got a wire on you, huh? You got your people listening, don't you?" I ask. Her eyes tear up as she shakes her head no.

I chuckle, staring at her. "Do I really seem that stupid to you? I knew you'd try to set me up. I don't care how much I love you, I still peeped it." I say. "Okay, so if you think I'm doing that, why would you tell me?" she asks. I laugh a little. "I'm definitely not as naive as everyone think I am. Trust me." I say, sending my brother Montello a text, confirming what he assumed about Yanda in the beginning.

She tried to play me and I'm playing her ass too. See, I love her and all, but I know how to separate my feelings from what has to happen. I learned how to do that over the year Montana tortured her. I love her for sure, but it is what it is. Sometimes, you have to do shit you don't wanna do because you need to do it. A need is way more important than a want.

"You said you were deeply in love with me." she mumbles. "And I am. I love you a lot. But I don't love you enough to fall for your shit again." I say, shrugging my shoulders. "You know I really love you?" she asks. "Jesus love me too." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

She looks at me crazy. "Whoa, how did this date turn into this?" she asks. "Because you're sitting here being dishonest trying to set me up like I'm stupid. Well, I got a message to whoever it is listening in on us cause I know your ass got on wires. Kiss my ass, I'll fuck your bitch, and you will not succeed with your plan because you ain't on our level." I say, making Yanda's eyes go wide.

I notice my twin brothers Montreal and Montello walk in. It's really weird because Montana and Montreal haven't seen each other since he found out his son was Montreal's. It's really weird that they're triplets, but because Montreal is fraternal, Montana's child wasn't even his. It's very fucked up and confusing.

They walk over to our table then sit. I watch as Yanda panics, staring at them. "Please, don't hurt me, Montana." she sobs, balling up. "My name ain't no fucking Montana. He fufu, lil bitch." Montreal says with an attitude while filing his finger nails.

Montello and I shake our heads. I love my brother, but his gayness is out of this world. But at the end of the day, he is a certified savage. Nigga will shoot the shit out of anybody then apply his lip gloss while the gun is still smoking.

"Aight. What you bout to do is listen and listen good. We coming for yo fuckin' blood line. That ain't no threat, it's a mothafuckin' promise. So, make sure you let yo pops know. Bet." Montello calmly says.

I look at Yanda one last time then follow my brothers out. It's sad it had to go down like this, but it was bound to. I'm done with trying to fight against it.

JESSICA

We've been in California at Montana's safe house for a couple of hours. The kids are knocked out sleep. The flight wasn't too bad, I'm just tired as hell now. I'm not really a big fan of flying, I like to drive. But it would've taken too long to drive from Memphis to California.

"Where are you going?" I ask Montana as he irons a black shirt. "Gotta go handle some shit." he answers, not looking at me. I sigh. "Who is she, Montana?" I dryly ask.

He stops ironing. "I am not cheating on you. Stop doing that shit. I'm going to go pay my workers for one, I gotta keep my team fed and let em know they appreciated. And then I gotta go do some searching for some shit. In case you haven't realized, we in the middle of a war that Darius pretty much started. So, I wanna make sure we good. Now, do you still think I'm cheating?" he asks, irritated. "You don't have to get an attitude." I mumble.

"I don't have an attitude. I'm just annoyed. I got a lot on my mind and you starting shit cause you think I'm doing you wrong when I'm not. See, this is why it was so hard to be official with you. I knew this type of stuff was gone come with it. Maybe, we should just stay friends. I'm a hustler, baby, I can't slow down cause you think I'm fucking off." he says.

I raise my eyebrow in pure shock. "So... are you breaking up with me?" I ask. He doesn't say anything. "I guess your silence is my answer, huh?" I ask. He just broke my heart, but I refuse to get depressed and cry about it.

"Look... I just don't understand this whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing. I don't like it... like, you being real clingy. Ever since you said you mine earlier, you been all on me. Chill. I hate the feeling of somebody just being all on and around me all the time. It slows me down." he says. I nod my head. "Whatever. Fine, I'm single, you're single, we're both single. I don't care. Go ahead, be a hustler and do whatever it is you do in the streets. So gotdamn weird. How you gone beg me to be official then... you know what, you ain't even worth me getting all upset." I say, then walk out of the bedroom we were sharing.

I wanna look back and see if he's following but I refuse. I walk into the kitchen then open the refrigerator to see what's in there to snack on. I'm so hungry all of a sudden. I've been eating a lot lately.

My eyes widen in excitement as I stare at the carton of eggs in the back of the refrigerator. I want some eggs so bad. I immediately take the carton out then sit it on the counter. Montana walks in the kitchen. "Jessica." he says. "What, Mr. Single?" I sarcastically ask. "I love you, baby girl. I wasn't tryin' to hurt your feelings or be rude. You gotta understand I'm new to this dating thing so I need you to be patient." he says. "No, you're single." I snap at him.

I roll my eyes in annoyance while I take eggs out the carton. He grabs my arm and stops me. "Why are you touching me? You hate being touched, remember? Get off me, Mr. Single." I say. "Will you fucking hold still?" he snaps at me. "Excuse me? Who you think you talking to?" I ask. "You so cute when you mad at me. But look at your hand." he says.

I gasp at the beautiful diamond ring he put on my finger while I was going off on him. He gets on one knee in front of me. My eyes tear up as I stare at him in shock. I'm damn sure saying yes.

"Jessica... I love you. This ain't no proposal, I just wanted to say I love you." he says, getting off his knee and awkwardly laughing. I draw back then punch him in his jaw as hard as I can. "Fuck you!" I scream at him.

He jumps at me then stops himself. "Damn, Jessica, you almost caught a fuckin' reflex. Keep your hands to yourself!" he snaps. "Stop playing with my emotions the hell made you think that was funny?" I snap back. He shakes his head. "You getting on my nerves so bad constantly putting yo hands on me. Real shit, I was about to propose but I didn't think you would say yes to me. But fuck it, I'm not even sure if I wanna be with you right now." he says. I push him. "Don't be with me then. Get out, go take lives and put yourself in danger like you always do." I snap, then walk out the kitchen.

I heard the alarm chirp, so I know he left the house. I sigh. My mind immediately goes to my dad. I haven't talked to my parents in about a month. I grab my phone, then call him and put it on speaker.

"Wassup?" he asks. "Hey, dad. What you doing?" I ask. He chuckles. "I thought you forgot about me and your momma. How's Memphis?" he asks. "Well, I'm in Cali right now. I want to come visit so yall can see the kids soon." I say. "Good, good. Tell Majesty I'm still whoopin' him in 2K." he jokes, laughing. "He's asleep, I'll tell him in the morning." I assure him.

"Alright. So, wassup with you? You through staying single?" he asks. "Well, Montana and I made it official earlier but he pretty much dumped me like five minutes ago so yeah." I answer. "Babygirl, I know people pressure you to be with Ant. But listen. Just cause yall got kids and history together and just cause yall were each other's first loves don't mean shit. First loves don't always stay together. So, keep that in mind. If you choose Montana or any other nigga, don't make him pay for Ant's mistakes." he says.

"I won't." I say. "But I'll talk to you later. Your momma want this dıck." he says, laughing. I laugh, shaking my head then hang up so he can handle his business.

Since Montana's mad at me and in the streets, my babies are sleeping, and I have no friends, I'll just watch a movie alone. I'm on Netflix going through their most popular list. I click on my favorite show, The Boondocks then press play on episode one of season one.

I hear the front door open. I raise my eyebrow. Montana just left not too long ago. I wonder why he's home so early.

He walks in here. My eyes widen. He has blood all over his clothes and a few blood spots on his face. "What happened?" I ask. His face looks so blank. "When I say a mothafucka dying, that's what's gone happen. And I just proved that." he dryly answers.

"Soo... who'd you kill?" I ask. "Don't worry bout it. Just know that when I put a hit on somebody, they meeting the Lord and that's a fact." he says. "Ok, you need to take those clothes off and let me burn it." I say. He's scaring the hell out of me right now. He looks so mean and aggressive. "I'll kill any gotdamn body who fuck with me, Jessica." he says. "Okay, so what are you trying to tell me, Montana?" I ask. "That I don't discriminate against old bitches or pornstars." he simply says.

I look at him crazy, then ignore his shady comment. His business phone starts ringing. He looks at it then answers. It's his twin brother Montello. "What? I ain't in the fuckin' mood to talk. Before you start, I already know I gotta get back in the streets tonight. I just wanted to come see my girl and my kids, I'm stressed, bruh. She all I need right now." he says in an irritated tone.

He doesn't say anything while his brother talks. I can't really understand what he's saying though. Montana tenses up a little. "What?" he dryly asks. His brother says something else. Montana turns around then throws his phone into the TV as hard as he can, putting a big ass crack in the TV and his phone screen.

"What's the matter?" I ask. He looks sad and pissed at the same time. He looks at me. "Them niggas killed my brother." he dryly answers. My whole heart just broke.

"What?" I ask, not wanting to believe what he just said. He looks at me, turning red. I can tell he's trying so hard not to cry. I've never really seen him break down before. "My brother... he gone, Jessica." he says. He starts looking around, biting his bottom lip. A tear rolls down my face as I watch him. He looks at me, then out the blue breaks down crying. He pulls me in his arms, crying loudly on my shoulder. "I promise to god imma get those niggas." he cries, shaking his head.

TBC...

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