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"I want it all." - Monica

ANT

I shake my head as Jessica and her lawyer walk in my lawyer's office for the meeting. They sit down across from us. I bite my lip, looking at Jessica up and down. She came in here looking too right. She making me want to change my mind then go home and have her screaming my name.

"My name is Brenton Daniels." her lawyer introduces himself to us. "And I am Carly Hodges." mine says. I have different lawyers for different things. I heard she was a good divorce attorney. She'll literally fuck the judge if she has to to make sure I get what I want.

Jessica looks at Carly then rolls her eyes at me. She takes her shades off, revealing her red and puffy eyes from all the crying. She clears her throat. "Well... first of all, I want him to agree to paying my bills considering the fact all of our children except his oldest two who are seventeen and twenty four and aren't biologically mine will be living with me." Jessica says.

"No. That ain't what I want. I want the boys with me and the girls with you. It's fair. And I'll agree to paying for anything relating to my kids." I say.  "I am not separating my kids. You so selfish. All you care about is yourself. You didn't think about the fact we have  an eight and a three year old who won't understand. I don't know how to explain this to them, Ant." she goes off.

I put my face in my hands, thinking about Amari and LaLa. Tae is Montana's son so I'm almost positive the divorce won't mean anything to him. My older kids will understand but my babies won't and I didn't think about all that. They used to me being there to tuck them in. They used to waking up with me there to tell them I love them.

I shake my head. "I... I don't know what to do, Jessica." I say. "Okay, well first, let's explain some things. Well, Antasia what this is is the negotiation which is when both parties try to negotiate their differences. We're here to try to figure out how you two plan to handle things such as money for example and the custody of the children. So, we're going to allow you guys to discuss this and if you have any questions about the divorce process, feel free to ask." Carly says.

Jessica opens her purse then pulls out a small pack of tissue. I watch as she wipes her eyes, then fans her face. "Jessica, do not cry." she mumbles to herself. "Aight... look... whatever happens, I wanna see my kids everyday. All five of our kids we got together, Jessica. I still want my bond. That's all I'm asking for." I say.

"I'm not keeping you from your children. Just don't keep me from Jessie. I know I didn't give birth to him or KeKe but I love them like my own and I do not want Jessie to feel like he can't be a part of my life anymore because you're divorcing me." she says. I nod my head.

"But, down to business. I want it all. After all these years from the time I was sixteen to now of all the crying and fighting, I deserve everything. You put me through so much... so I want everything. Pay me for my tears." she says. I lick my lower lip then smirk a little. "You are so fucking sexy, you know that?" I ask. I'm so turned on for some reason.

"Yes, I know and so is all that money you owe me for everything you put me through so pay up." she says, folding her arms across her chest. I start laughing a little. "Touche'. Good one, beautiful." I say.

She jumps up then bangs her fist on the table. "Why do you think this is a joke, Ant? I ain't laughing! My lawyer ain't laughing, your lawyer ain't laughing, and the kids ain't gone be  laughing either so what is so funny?" she yells. "Calm down, ma'am." her lawyer says, putting his hand on her back.

"What you gotta touch her for? Get your hands off my wife, nigga." I snap, looking at him crazy for putting his hand on her back. "Do you realize how dumb you sound? We're here because you're divorcing me so don't call me your wife, dummy." she says. I suck my teeth then look away. When he touched her, I swear I forgot all about the situation at hand.

"Whatever. I don't care bout why we here, he don't need to touch you." I say. She shakes her head. "God, why did I have to marry a bipolar psycho?" she mumbles. "Cause you love me." I answer. "Stop being unprofessional." she says.

Her lawyer, Brenton smiles. "I personally don't think divorce should be the first step you two take. You two are clearly in love with one another and I can tell deep down you both want to make it work. If you want to go through with it, we can but I recommend a separation just to see where you two will stand in a couple of months, maybe." he says. "I agree. I see this isn't what you want but your pride is in the way." Carly says.

"Fine. We can try a separation. But she is not moving out my mansion. I'll sleep in another room on a different side of the house because I don't wanna separate the kids from both of us." I say. Jessica shakes her head then stands. "I married an idiot. We separated so please don't pop off when you see me doing my own thing cause believe me, my own thing is what I'm doing." she says. I nod my head. Maybe we soul mates and this a sign or some shit. I don't know but imma let her do her own thing. This separation will somewhat give me a feel of divorce even though I'll be living on the other side of the house.

"Have a good day." she says, then walks out. I get up then follow her out. "Where you bout to go?" I ask. "Away from you." she answers. I grab her arm then pull her into a hug. "You know I'm not gone stop loving you. I'm just through hurting you and my kids." I say. She snatches away. "I'm done begging your bitch ass. I'm through with it. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. So, if you wanna divorce me, do it. You do not deserve me. You bring out the absolute worst in me, Antasia and I don't even know who I am anymore because of you." she says as tears roll down her face.

Those words just cut me deep. "I'll see you at home. I'm coming home, Jessica." I say. "Yeah, well, don't wait up. Imma probably be somewhere being a hoe, riding a dick like you and your disrespectful ass daughter think I'm doing all the time. Bye, nigga." she says, unlocking her car.

I walk over to it then lean on her door. "Can you move so I can close the door and go?" she asks with an attitude. "At least give me a kiss. A separated married couple who still love each other kiss." I joke, sticking my lips out. "Nigga, if you don't get away from my car I swear I will run you over and put your ass in the hospital right next to your damn brother. Now ain't the time to try me and I am not playing with you."  she says, putting her foot on the gas.

I smile a little. "You so sexy when you trying to stay mad." I say. "No, I'm not trying. I'm mad as hell. Fuck off." she says, hitting the gas. I look at her crazy then jump back. "That's what I thought." she says as I close the door. I shake my head. She really just tried to drag me with the car.

I ignore my phone as Naysa calls. She been blowing me up like crazy. I know I told her be with me but I was just talking shit last night. I didn't care at all about her feelings or anybody else's. I just wanted to make myself feel good at the moment.

My phone starts ringing again as I walk to my car. I answer it then put it on speaker. "What ma?" I ask my momma. She so irritating. "Why did you do this shit to your brother?" she snaps in my ear. "I am a full grown ass thirty seven year old man and I do whatever my full grown thirty seven year old man heart desires so don't call my full grown thirty seven year old man cellphone trying to fuss like I give a shit cause I do not. Vonte not even yo son, ma. He got a whole mother that been dead most of the nigga life so why you acting so concerned?" I ask.

"You didn't have to disrespect me like that. I am your mother." she says. "Naw, you a bitch who sold me for crack, let mothafuckas beat me, then abandoned me and forced me to grow up rough as fuck and fending for myself. The only reason I even associate with you is because my dad fell in love and married you again. If it wasn't for that, you wouldn't even know shit about me but my name." I tell her straight up.

"I'm sick of trying to make things right with you, Ant. I'm older now... I'm in my late fifties and I'm still trying to make things right. I've been off drugs since you were seventeen and you know that because I was trying hard to fix things from that moment. You thirty seven still holding this grudge. When will you grow up, son? You still act like a child. Will it ever change?" she calmly asks, getting under my skin.

"You the reason I'm so fucked up, ma. How could I get over that shit?" I yell at her, feeling my anger rise to the top as I sit in my car. I get mad every single time I think about the shit she put me through as about child. It's some things I'll never forget even if I tried to because they changed me for the rest of my life. "You will not blame me for your disorders." she says. "I'll blame you for me being born addicted to crack though. I was born fucked up and you know that shit. You know I'm a crack baby. Everybody knows I craved that bullshit as a child all because of you. You fucked my damn life up! I was going crazy over shit like that, wondering why the fuck I... you know what, get off my phone." I say, then hang up on her. That's a part of my life I don't feel like reliving or speaking on. Jessica don't even know my own momma had me on drugs when I was barely able to walk because it's embarrassing and sick.

JESSICA

Nolan called and asked me if I wanted to go to some lake and go fishing so I agreed. I've only been fishing once with Montana and it went totally wrong because Majesty was nine years old at the time and decided to jump in the lake. He damn near drowned that day. So, I haven't been fishing since.

I just got to the lake he told me to meet him at. It's really nice out here and it's a lot of boats. I spot him waiting for me with a bucket hat on,  a tank top, pants, and some fishing boots. I walk over to him. "Hey." I say. "Hey. Damn, you got all cute just to get dirty, huh?" he jokes, laughing, showing all his perfect teeth.

"I'm always cute." I say. "Naw, Queen... you was fucked up out there this morning when I met you." he says, making me laugh. "Well, I was going through some things." I say as I put my pink and purple fishing boots on. He chuckles. "Those pink ass boots about to look like muddy  pigs once we start fishing." he says, making me laugh.

"Whatever. Give me some gloves so I can put the worm on it." I say. "Gloves? Baby, I'm a man. I use straight hands round here." he says. "Hell no. I am not touching a worm with my hand." I say. He gets behind me then grabs my hand. He grabs a worm. "See, it ain't that bad." he says, moving my hands for me and putting the worm on the hook.

"It was squirming. Ew." I say. "It's a worm. What do you expect?" he asks, laughing. "Shut up, Nolan." I say, playfully pushing him. He smiles a little then throws the line out in to the water. I copy him then sit down on the grass on the blanket he has sitting there.

"Jessica is my name, Nolan." I say, breaking the silence. He looks at me. "Why you tell me it was Queen then?" he asks. I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know. I thought you were weird." I say. "Well, I been hitting you up all day making sure you straight cause I know you going through some shit. I ain't no weird nigga, Jessica. You could've been real about yo name." he says, laughing. I smile. "I know but... oh well." I say, taking pictures of myself.

"You beautiful, Jessica." he says, watching me. I clear my throat. "So... tell me about you." I say, changing the subject. "It's not really that much to tell. I'm from California, born and raised. I was raised by my momma til she got arrested when I was fifteen. I learned the game from my momma. She was a female pimp, drug dealer, and she did hits. But she went down and got out a few months ago. I played basketball in high school and got a scholarship. I dropped out after I was arrested for assault with a deadly weapon. Shit... my life not all that interesting. Just trouble with the law. I don't mind telling you cause it is what it is, straight up." he says.

"Oh... Well I grew up in Compton. Nothing too interesting. Just had a painful life but tried to make the best of it. And I have kids. You have children?" I ask. "I had a lil girl when I was fifteen. She was murdered the day after my sixteenth birthday." he answers. I frown. "I'm sorry to hear that." I say.

"It's life. She'll be in my heart forever but I'm straight." he says. I stand up. "You wanna race?" I ask. He looks at me crazy. "Hell naw. I don't run." he says. I laugh. "Come on. From here to that big tree over there. Go!" I yell taking off running. He laughs as he chases me. He picks me up then throws me over his shoulder. "Sore loser." I say, laughing
"So." he says. I chuckle as he puts me down. I pull my phone out then text Montana for the ninth time. I wonder why he's not responding to texts or calls.

MONTANA

"Remember, do not give neither one of them no sugar cause they ate candy earlier." I tell my twin brother Montello. He's baby sitting LaLa and Tae for me right quick while I go handle business with Quan. "Aight, nigga." he says, frowning as he plays with Tae's toys to entertain those two.

I said my goodbyes to my son and LaLa then left. Now I'm in the meeting room of a night club I agreed to meet Quan at. He sits down at the table. I watch in disgust as he snorts a line of cocaine off the table.

"Why is he still alive? I paid a $200,000.00 deposit for this nigga to be dead a long time ago. Why is he breathing if I have to pay you half a million total to take his life?" Quan hollers at me, scratching his nose.

"I'm a man just like you a man. Respect me as a man before anything else. I am not your child or your homie. This shit is strictly business so cut the yelling out and talk to me with respect." I calmly say.

"Respect? You disrespecting me! Why is he alive?" he yells, referring to Ant. "Why?" he hollers, shoving shit off the table at me. I decide against shooting him in front of his niggas then smile. "The hit will be done soon. Sorry for the wait." I say, smiling as I stand. "That's what I'm talking bout nigga." he says. I nod my head. "I'll let you know." I say, then let myself out. The hit will definitely be done. But he'll be the only nigga hit for disrespecting me like that.

I pull my phone out then open Jessica's messages of pictures of her smiling. I send her a quick text letting her know I'm about to come to where she is after I locate her. I'm sure she'll like my company.

TBC

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