"War ready. You got shooters, I got shooters." - Rick Ross

MONTANA

I lean back in the chair in my home office as one of my niggas slides me a manilla folder while I smoke a blunt. I grab it then open it up, revealing some pictures of a dark skinned nigga which is Jessica's therapist kissing on her while she stood stiff looking uncomfortable at the mall.

"Saw that. Had to show you, og. So wassup? You need us to get rid of this nigga for fuckin' with your woman or what? What's the move, boss?" he asks me. I mean every single word when I say I got eyes on Jessica, her kids, and our son all the times. Especially her with these punk ass niggas coming at her. I do not like what I see.

I stare at it for a second then pull my phone out. I call Jessica. "Hello?" she whispers. "Why you whispering? What's wrong with you?" I ask. "Nothing is wrong with me. I'm just in the bathroom whispering cause I don't feel like arguing with Ant if he assumes shit. He made plans or something. Wassup?" she asks.  "You good?" I ask. I can hear in her voice that something really ain't right with her. I always could tell just by how slow she'll talk or how it'll sound forced.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Montana." she answers. Something in my gut is telling me she is not fine right now. "I have a question. You got a new friend?" I ask. "No. Why?" she asks. "Your therapist... wassup with that, Jess?" I ask. "Nothing is up. He's just my therapist. I might get a new one but still." she answers.

"Does he make you feel uncomfortable?" I ask. "Shit." I hear her mumble. "Jessica, stop playing with me, what the hell is wrong with you?" I ask, standing up. I can tell something going wrong. "Nothing, I'm serious. But no he doesn't make me feel uncomfortable. I'll call you later." she says, then hangs up.

I shake my head. I know I should let her be grown and handle herself but I swear on my child my gut feeling ain't a good one.

"Call up the guys, Casey." I say. I just feel in my soul something ain't right so we pulling up. Fuck the "I'm fine"  bullshit.

JESSICA

"No matter what happens, stay down here and stay quiet. Do not come out for no reason. Even if something happens to me and your daddy, stay right here. If you need to, shoot, but if not, stay quiet. We love yall, alright?" I ask the kids. A long time ago we got stairs built underneath our house leading to an area with a bullet proof family van and weapons incase something happened. To get through it, we go through a hidden door in the floor of Ant's man cave which is why he did not let outside people in it.

I watch as Amari falls asleep in Jessie's arms. I gave him children's cold medicine to put him asleep because he's a baby and doesn't know what's going on and I didn't need him making noise cause they'll end up found.

I honestly don't even know what happened. I just know everything went from Ant kissing between my legs to loud noises outside. I don't even know who's out to get us but we're ready.

"I love yall." I say again. "Love you too." they say. "Noble, you in charge, okay? Come here right quick." I say. He walks over to me. I pull him in my arms. "God forbid but if something happens which we both know is a possibility, I don't need you losing yourself. I wouldn't want that for you. Be strong for everybody else, okay? I love you." I say, watching him try to fight back tears. "Love you too." he says.

I take a deep breath then leave out. Damn, I should've told Montana there's people in our house who broke in. I storm back up the stairs, shooting some nigga in his neck, immediately taking his life.

"Tell the bitch to drop the gun or your head getting blown off." somebody says as two niggas rush to me with guns to my head. Ant is tied up to a chair with a guy with a gun at his head. "Fuck you. Kill me, hoe." I say, spitting in his face. The reality is these niggas ain't playing. I can already tell Ant and I have met our match and that now is the time we'll meet our demise. It's sad but true so I don't want to go out like a punk ass woman. I want to go out fighting.

The guy slaps me in my face with the gun then takes it off safety. "Bitch, did you just spit in my face? Say your last words." he growls at me, moving his finger to the trigger. "No! No! Kill me bruh! Don't kill my wife! Take that shit out on me, man to man. You can do whatever you wanna do to me but please don't hurt her!" Ant yells, kicking around in the chair. "Shut up, Ant. Don't beg his ass." I say.

"Which one we killing first, boss?" the guy asks. "Where is the safe, Ant?" the guy in Ant's face asks. "There is no safe." I lie, earning a slap in my face. "You talk too damn much. Shut up, dumb bitch!" the man yells.

I spit blood out my mouth. "Fuck you." I say. I refuse to bow down to these niggas. "Tell me or I'll kill her." one of the other men demands, slowly pressing a blade into my neck while holding me by my hair. "Matter of fact, I'll make you tell me." he says, then slams me down. "Get off of me!" I scream, trying to snatch away as he cuts my shirt open. I scream in frustration and anger as he sticks his hands in my pants. "You talking now? You love money more than you love this bitch?" he asks Ant, laughing as Ant stares at everything with an emotionless look on his face.

"I'm sorry, Jessica... I can't tell this nigga shit." Ant says. "Ant, what the fuck! You gone let these niggas do this to me over some fucking money? You don't value me that much?" I scream, crying as the man climbs on top of me.

Ant blankly stares at me then winks. "It is what it is." he says. "Fuck you!" I scream at him. "Last chance, Ant." the man says, laughing. "Fuck you niggas." Ant says. I stare at Ant in disbelief as he mumbles to himself, laughing. I sigh, closing my eyes tight as the guys feel on me.

"Aight, Aight. I'll show you." Ant finally says. "But the only way I'll do anything is if you let my wife up and untie me." Ant adds. They share looks then climb off me. I quickly fix my clothes, thanking God that didn't just happen to me.

I watch as the guy cuts Ant's rope, letting him up. "Any sudden moves and you die." he says. Ant shrugs his shoulders. "Let my wife go and it's all yours." Ant calmly says. I can tell his crazy ass had a psychotic brainstorm and only God knows what he just came up with.

The men exchange looks. "Go. Get out. And if you try anything, that's your ass." he says, shoving me. I quickly walk out.

I slowly creep up the stairs to Ant's dummy safe he keeps $250,000.00 in incase things like this go on. I quietly reach grab the AK-47 out of it then hide behind the wall. Those have to be some of the stupidest niggas on earth. Why would he let me go? Common sense would've told him Ant was gonna take forever to get up here since it's a mansion, leaving me plenty of time to get a bigger gun and prepare to kill.

"Thought you was okay?" Montana sarcastically asks, standing behind me. I jump hard, looking at him crazy. "What the hell? When and how did you get in?" I whisper. He shoves me to the side then starts shooting at two of the guys, sending a couple of bullets through both of their heads. I watch in amazement as he covers me while shooting and killing each and every one of them. I jump from behind him then fire a couple of shots at some niggas who were creeping on him. "Damn. Bonnie and Clyde the hood edition, huh?" he jokes, still pulling the trigger while laughing.

I shake my head. "Shut up, Montana." I mumble. Ant rushes over to us. "They all dead. I killed the remainder." he says, holding his gun. "What's going on, Mr. Mitchell?" our maid, Anna says. She's an older black woman who has been our maid for a few years. "Ms. Anna, move!" I scream as a bullet enters the back of her neck and out her forehead.

"What the fuck?" Ant yells in shock, looking around trying to see who shot her. I glance at Montana as he leans against the wall, smiling at her puddle of blood. "Why did you just... why did you shoot her?" I ask in disbelief. He calmly snatches a wire out of her shirt. "Your maid set yall up. She not really who you thought she was. I say yall get the fuck out this mothafucka now and cut all ties with the outside." he says.

I shake my head. "My niggas are currently checking the house, outside the house, and any area surrounding." Montana tells us. "I can't even keep my damn family safe." Ant says to himself. I sigh, noticing his mood taking a turn for the worse. "Ant... calm down." I say, grabbing his arm. He snatches away. "I can't even be a man and keep my family out of danger! Another nigga had to do that shit, Jessica! Damn, you don't get it? I feel like a fuckin' bitch!" Ant yells, then punches a hole in the wall.

Montana slams him into the wall. "Calm the fuck down. I don't care for you and that's not changing but listen up. This does not make you a bitch. You got caught up. Shit happens, it's life. That don't mean you should have a mental break down about it. Your family good so that's all you should worry about." Montana calmly says.

"Jessica, go get my damn kids, now!" Ant snaps at me with his finger in my face. To avoid an argument I'm just gonna walk away.

I head to the kids' hiding spot. "Come here, babies." I say. All of them walk over to me. "Everybody good, ma?" Tae asks. "Look, yall aren't going through the house because yall don't need to see that. So just get in the van so we can go." I tell them. I watch as they do what they were told.

"Surprise." somebody whispers, catching me off guard.

Tbc...

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