"If death comes for me tonight, girl
I want you to know that I love you. And no matter how tough I wouldn't dare. Only to you I would reveal my tears." - Wyclef Jean

JESSICA

Montana stops crying then roughly pushes me away. I look at him like he lost his fucking mind for pushing me that hard. He  starts breathing heavily out of anger. "Fuck you, Jessica!" he snaps at me.

My eyes widen. "Fuck me? What the fuck?" I ask. I know he's going through something. He just lost his big brother, Marlo. They grew up really close. He was closer to him than he was to any of his brothers other than Montello. That was like his best friend. Marlo and Montello were the only niggas he kept close and now Marlo's gone. My kids will be so hurt when they find out because they loved him. I'm trying not to snap back because he's hurting.

"Yeah, fuck you." he says. "Why are you mad at me saying fuck me?" I ask. "Cause you standing here trying to relate to me when you don't even understand my fuckin' pain, Jessica! You don't give a fuck!" he yells at me.

I push him away from me. That's far from true. I really do care. I just don't want to cry around him because me crying won't help him. I gotta be strong for him. "I do care." I say. "No you don't. Quit fucking pretending. Don't be fake, you don't care!" he yells, walking closer to me. I reach behind me, trying to grab my gun out the drawer. I love him, but I'm not letting him beat my ass again. "I'll break yo fuckin' wrist if you pull that shit on me." he threatens, glaring in my eyes with a wild look in his.

"You scaring me right now, Montana. You know what, fine. I'm not about to try to be here for you." I say, then push him out my face. I go grab my suitcase that has my stuff and the kids' in it,  then walk out the room. I walk to their room, then pick the twins up. They're so little, so I can hold them with no problem. They continue to sleep like nothing happened. I grab Reign off the bed then pick her up, holding all three of them some type of way.

"Leave then!" Montana yells at me, then throws the dinner table into the kitchen counter, breaking the table in pieces. Noble moves around a little, then goes back to sucking his thumb. I stop myself, then go lay my kids back down, closing the door behind me.

I walk back into his room where he's sitting on the floor with his face in his hands. "Listen... I'm sorry for making you feel like I don't care because I do." I say. I swallow, trying not to cry. "And my feelings are so hurt right now because you sitting here yelling fuck me when I didn't do anything but try to be strong for you. That's my thanks, Montana? I know you going through something but that doesn't give you the right to talk crazy and push me away." I say.

He ignores me, then starts rolling a blunt. I take it from him, then finish rolling it myself. I hand it back and watch as he puts in in his mouth. I grab the lighter off the floor, then light his blunt for him.

I step back, watching him smoke with his eyes closed tight. "I love you so much. I'm here for you, you just have to let me try to help you." I say, grabbing his hand. I'm not about to stay mad at him for his outbursts. I know he didn't mean it.

He hands me his blunt. I shake my head, not wanting to smoke it. "Naw... me smoking isn't really a good idea." I say. He raises his eyebrow. "Since when you stop smoking weed?" he asks. I smoke with him every once in a while. "Nothing, I just don't want to smoke." I answer, earning some strange look from him.

"What?" I ask. "What's goin' on?  Why can't you smoke? I ain't trying to make you do it, I just wanna know why." he says. "No reason, I just don't want to smoke." I say, laughing  a little. He slowly nods his head. "Whatever you say." he mumbles.

He picks me up then sits me on his lap while leaning against the bed. He puts his hands on my stomach. "Why are you feeling on my stomach?" I ask. This is awkward.  "Cause your skin is soft and it's so sexy." he answers.

I nod my head. "Sure." I mumble. He gets quiet. I don't say anything as he cries on my back, still holding me on his lap by my waist. He slides his hand under my bra then starts playing with my nıpple. "I can't believe this shit." he mumbles, getting tears all over my neck and back but it's okay.

He picks me up then lays me down on the bed. I stare at him while he takes his shirt off. He throws it on the floor. "Don't you have to go handle some more things?" I ask. I need to call Darius and see how he's feeling. Montana ignores my question.  "Hand me my phone. I need to check on Darius. Montana, where's he at anyway?" I ask. "He with Montello and Montreal. He wasn't close to Marlo. He ain't fucked up over it." he dryly answers. I nod my head. I still want to check on him.

I watch as he pulls his pants down. He reaches in the nightstand drawer and grabs a magnum condom. I raise my eyebrow. "I don't feel like... nevermind." I mumble. I'm not in the mood for sėx right now. My stomach hurts and I'm sad.

"You don't feel like what?" he asks, pulling his boxers down. I sigh. "Nothing." I mumble, reluctantly pulling my panties down. I open my legs then close my eyes. Without a warning or foreplay, he pushes his whole big ass dıck deep inside of me, making my eyes widen. I cover my eyes with my hands while he roughly fucks me. I'm not even turned on right now and this hurts so bad.

"Wait... Montana, please stop." I say, trying to push him off of me. He ignores me and continues. I punch him in the side of his head. "Quit!" I scream at him, trying my hardest to get him off me. It's like he's in his own zone or something. He stops, then blows as he gets off me. He punches the wall, then shakes his head.

I break down crying. I'm so sad and now between my legs and my stomach is sore as fuck. "You getting on my nerves! Damn, Jessica!" he snaps at me, putting on some sweat pants. I watch as he puts his shirt on. He grabs his keys, gets the bloody clothes off the floor, then walks out the room.

I get up, trying hard to follow him even though I'm in serious pain right now. "Where you going, Montana?" I ask. "Somewhere I ain't being irritated at!" he snaps, then walks out the front door and slams it behind him. I snatch it back open. "Fuck you too, nigga! I hope your stupid ass die! You can't be mad at me cause you were hurting me and I didn't like it! Go ahead, go fuck a loose ass bitch like every other nigga does when he mad at his girl! Fuck you! You cannot take your stress out on me!" I scream out the door as he gets in his truck. I didn't mean the I hope you die part, I'm just pissed to the max.

He gets out the truck then storms back over here. "Fuck you just say to me? You hope I what, Jessica?" he asks. "Die, nigga!" I yell with my finger pointed in his face. "If I die, your stupid ass ain't gone do a mothafucking thing but cry your ass off and regret that dumb ass shit you just said so cut that tough shit out!" he snaps, staring in my eyes and breathing heavily.

"Get your stupid ass out my face, nigga." I demand. He pushes me back into the house, walks in, then closes and locks the door. I watch as he sets the alarm. "Fine. You want attention? Imma give yo punk ass some attention. I'm here now, Jessica. You happy? What the hell do your stupid ass want?" he sarcastically asks. "Nigga, you ain't about to call me out my name no more, imma have some goons on your ass if you keep fucking with me." I say.

Of course, I'm just talking out my neck right now. He laughs. "Babygirl, you just gave me the laugh I needed right now. What goons you gone get? You gone call Big Bird and the rest of the niggas on Sesame Street with yo childish ass?" he sarcastically asks.

I laugh a little. "Shut the hell up. That was so lame." I say. "You lame." he says. "I can't tell." I say. He chuckles. His eyes become glossy again as he smiles. I can tell he's trying to smile to keep from crying right now. "Jessica, you better not tell nobody I was crying and throwing a temper tantrum like a lil bitch." he says as we walk into our bedroom. I close the door then wrap my arms around his neck. "I wouldn't ever do that to you. And it's okay to cry. Your brother just died. You don't have to always be hard, especially not with me cause baby, I won't judge you." I say.

He leans in then kisses my lips. "My bad for taking it out on you. This shit just hurts, Jessica." he says. "It hurt my feelings but it's okay." I say. He kisses me on my lips then lays me on the bed. "I'm so fuckin' sorry for hurting your body like I did." he says. I don't say anything. I wrap my arms around him then kiss his lips over and over. I love this man so damn much. "I just wanna cuddle." I mumble. "Say no more." he says, holding me in his arms, calming me down. He ain't no where near perfect but he makes me feel so loved and that's why I'm with him now.

MONTANA

I stare at Jessica, making sure she's asleep, then kiss her lips before getting out the bed. I grab  my keys and my gun, then quietly walk out of there. I'm not playing no games with these bitch ass niggas.

I get in my truck, then call my twin, Montello to see where he at. He answers. "What the fuck yo other phone kept going to voice mail for? And where the hell you at, G? We out here waitin' on yo mothafuckin ass to make moves, nigga, wassup?" he immediately snaps.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm on my way." I say. "You gone have to come up with more than that. The hell happened? You almost four hours off schedule. You fuckin' around with that bitch gone throw everything off, real shit!" he snaps, immediately pissing me off.

"Fuck you just say to me, punk ass nigga? You not finna disrespect my girl." I  say. "Niggaaaaaaaaa, fuck that hoe ass bitch! Yo bitch ain't really yo bitch cause Big Ant's son can have her back whenever the fuck he want her!" he snaps, referring to Ant.

"You know what, you disrespecting the shit out of me. Callin' her a bitch gone make me hurt yo ass." I warn him. He starts laughing. "Nigga, we twins or did you forget? You ain't the only crazy mothafucka out there. Momma pushed three of us out of her coochie, my nigga and you already know what it is. Everybody and they momma know I'm you times ten and you know it too! You ain't gone hoe me like you do them other niggas, I'll break yo mothafuckin' jaw and beat the skin up off yo ass, nigga!" he goes off.

"Fuck you, nigga. You aint gone do a mothafuckin' thing. All I know is my girl name need to stay out yo mouth." I say. "Jessica. Jessica Ja'Mir Vaughn. Jessica, hoe ass bitch Vaughn. Jessica, Jessica, Jessimothafuckinca. Her name all up in my mouth. Now wassup, nigga?" he snaps. "Say no more." I say, then hang up.

When I get to the trap, imma beat his damn face in for disrespecting me and mine like that. I can't wait to see his punk ass.

-

Im finally at the trap. I get out my truck, then go unlock the door. I walk in. Nobody is smoking, drinking, joking, openly fucking with drugs  or shooting dice. I do not allow that bullshit in my trap houses. If the police run in, I need it to look as normal as possible. Plus, I like to keep my niggas focused, so all that chillin' and bullshit ain't gone happen. They can do that at home, but here, I mean business, period.

I nod my head at them. "Where have you been?" Montreal asks. I haven't talked to that nigga since I found out the truth about my son. "What do you want, RuPaul? I don't fuck with yo faggòt ass." I say.

"I find that word very offensive, you better shut the fuck up talkin' to me." he says, rolling his neck. "Look at you. Do you even have any masculinity about yourself?" I ask. "Don't let this lip gloss fool your dusty dıck having ass, Montana! I'll show you masculinity when I beat that ass." he says, snapping his fingers. "You like a spot that can't be removed. Gotdamn, Montreal, even your name sounds gay as hell." I say. "And your's don't?  Your name is Hannah Montana, fuck wrong with you?" he asks.

"Shut the fuck up!" I snap. "Why? You don't want your niggas to know yo damn name is Hannah?" he asks, laughing, making my niggas laugh. I narrow my eyes at his bitch ass. It's true. My momma named me Hannah Montana Montgomery, but as soon as I became an adult, I changed it to Montana. She named me that after her old lesbian girlfriend from middle school named Hannah. I always went by my middle name, Montana though.

"Ol Miley Cyrus lookin' ass. How you gone talk shit about my name when you a full grown man with a name like that?" Montreal asks. "Fuck you, nigga. That ain't my fuckin' name no more. You know what, why am I even entertaining yo dick suckin' ass? Fuck you." I say. "Mhmm, my son love my dıck suckin' ass though. Aw, okay." he sarcastically says, putting emphasis on son.

I draw back then start punching his ass all in his face, knocking him against anything in sight. He took shit too far. I still ain't over that bullshit. Montello picks me up and tries to stop me. "Chill out!" he snaps in my face. "Hell naw, bruh, pusşy ass nigga got too much mouth!" I snap, trying to get at Montreal. "Mhmm and yo so called baby momma had a lot of mouth too when she sucked my dıck and got pregnant with my son!" Montreal snaps back, putting emphasis on son.

"Go home, Montreal." Montello demands, glaring at him while holding me to the wall. I'm close to just shooting Montreal in his head. I couldn't stand him growing up. I don't care if he my twin. I hate his bitch ass with the strongest passion in this world.

"Go home? Nigga, please. Marlo was my brother too and Darius is also my brother. I'm staying and I'm riding, I don't have time for you and Montana bullshit. Not today, Satan." he says, snapping his fingers. Montello gets in his face, calmly staring in his eyes, daring him to get buck without saying a word.

"What I say?" Montello asks. "Get out my face." Montreal says. Montello doesn't say a word as he glares in Montreal's eyes. Montreal looks away. "We don't have time for all this petty shit. I'm ready to catch a few bodies, then fuck a midget or something." Montello says, shrugging his shoulders, getting out of Montreal's face.

"That's what I thought, hoe." Montreal mumbles. Montello turns around then punches him in  his jaw, knocking him on his ass. Montello is hot headed, we all knew that. Montreal deserved it.

"Fuck all the bullshit. Let's ride out." I say, checking my phone to see if Jessica or one of the kids hit me up. Montello sighs, then nods his head towards the back of the trap. I follow him, already knowing what he's about to say. "That girl gone be the death of you." he says. "Chill. Quit bringing her up." I say, annoyed. "Naw, imma bring it up. You been lackin'. You been changin' a lot, you softer than you were. You been tolerating a lot of shit, and we were supposed to handle this a long time ago but every time we get ready, you always back out to be with her." he says. "I'm  just sayin', she got you falling off. That shit gone get you hurt." he adds.

"She don't got me falling off, she making me a better person." I say. He chuckles. "I don't even know who you are right now, it definitely ain't my twin though." he says, shrugging his shoulders. I sigh. "What, so I can't have a girlfriend cause I'm thuggin'?" I ask. "If you gone get a bitch, at least get one who ain't always on yo dıck, forcing you to be with her instead of getting this fuckin' money and handling business." he says.

"Fuck that. My girl ain't soft, period. She a rider." I assure him. "How? She told the feds you shot her baby daddy. That's a rider?" he dryly asks. "I would've been mad if she didn't tell it. You know how the feds play. They could've took the kids, think about the circumstances. I'd rather her tell than risk losing the kids. I love em too much." I say.  "I don't love no bitch or no kids enough to sit in a cell over em. They would've had to take they lil bad asses, fuck all that." he says.

I force a smile on my face. "You gone die lonely." I say. "Long as I die with that nigga Ben Frank in my wallet, I'm good. Let's go handle this nigga. And my bad for disrespecting yo bitch. I meant girlfriend, my bad. I just wanna make sure you good." he says. "I'm good, I swear." I say. He nods his head, then daps me up.

-

We out riding now, headed to Yanda's house. I'm about to send a quick message. I'm not playing games. I don't have time to be trying to sneak my way in,  we shooting everything in sight to get in that house.

We drive around a couple of times, getting a good view of things, then park. I set my timer. "Getting in and out should take two minutes flat, let's go." I say through my walkie talkie so all seven of the niggas with me can hear. My team small, but very powerful. That's a fact.

I get out, then follow them to the front of the house shooting the security down one by one. They got some weak ass security guards. Montreal kicks the front door in.  All of us rush in, shooting niggas as they try their hardest to hold shit down. "Go get the hoe, I got this shit." Montello says.

I nod my head, then rush up the stairs. I start kicking in doors looking for Black's wife. The message is very simple. Nigga killed my brother, so I'll kill his other half, his wife. He been rockin' with this hoe damn near his whole life. This will hurt him more than he could ever hurt me. I'm a hard body, I always overcome shit. I'll be fine.

I kick the master bedroom door in, then snatch the hoe out the bed by her hair. She opens her eyes, then screams her ass off. I shove the barrel of my gun in her mouth, then pull the trigger, not caring to even say a word to her ass.

I drop her corpse. I keep on hearing some strange ass noise coming from up the hall. I check my watch. This shit has been a minute. I'll be out in about forty five more seconds at the most.

I rush to the room I'm hearing it in. It's extra loud musing playing. Whoever is in there is about to lose their life and don't even know what's going on cause they being stupid playing music that loud.

I kick the door in. My eyes widen, watching Polly and Yanda suck Darius' dıck at the same time while he lays back in the bed.

"What the fuck is this shit, Darius?" I snap, raising my gun. First, he chose the bitch over Jessica and Reign. And he knows about all the shit going on. Not only is he messing around with the enemy, his ass is fucking with Ant's bitch too.

"I swear it's not what you think. Don't kill me, please." Darius begs, giving me a look as if he's trying to tell me something. I raise my eyebrow, then return the look on the low. He had to be doing this for a reason, but I have to play along. "Get yo bitch ass up!" I snap.

A couple of my niggas rush in. "Yall gone kill me?" Polly asks. My nigga Ty snatches her up. "Shut up, long clıt havin' ass bitch." he says, then slams her head on the floor, knocking her unconscious.

"Shut up, bitch!" I snap at Yanda as she screams about what her daddy gone do to us. My guy Mo drags her out by her hair. "Get up! Get to talkin' soon as I get you in that truck!" I snap on Darius. This is a lot of confusing shit. I need a blunt and some alone time to think.

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