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"Retaliation is a must." - Rick Ross

JESSICA

"Mommy, is daddy mad at me?" Tae mumbles while laying on my chest. I gently wipe the tears off of his face then kiss his forehead. "No. Maybe, he's working hard." I say. We haven't seen or heard from Montana in two weeks. I'm scared and Tae has been crying nonstop because Montana never in his whole life went this long without at least saying hello. Montana won't answer nobody's calls or texts. I'm terrified considering the fact his life is on the line everyday.

"Why he don't talk to me no more? He don't love me, mommy?" Tae asks, staring in my eyes as he cries. I swallow hard, trying not to cry. I never liked seeing tears on my children's faces. "Baby, he'll love you forever and a day." I answer, making him smile a little.

Ant walks in the room then grabs his phone off the bed. "What's wrong with yall?" he asks. "We don't know where my daddy is." Tae mumbles. Ant shrugs his shoulders. "I'll be back later, Jessica. I gotta go handle something." Ant says, then walks out. I raise my eyebrow. I know I ain't crazy. I could've sworn he smirked a little as he walked out.

"Whenever he calls back, can you, me, and him go somewhere together?" Tae asks. "Of course." I answer, hugging him tight. "Mommy, you suffocating me with your milk bags. Oh my God." he says, laughing while trying to pull away. I shake my head at him. Three years ago when I gave birth to Amari, Tae overhead Ant jokingly call my boobs milk bags while he watched me breast feed our son so that's where Tae got that from.

"Quit repeating what Ant says." I say. He shrugs his shoulders. "I'm about to go jump on Noble's bed. I'll be back later." He says as he jogs out.

I got dressed then left the house. I decided to go to Montana's house to see what's going on. My heart is beating so fast while I sit in his driveway.

I grab my gun then get out my car. My eyes widen as my heart starts beating faster than it was. It's blood all over the front door and porch. Not only that, the door is literally wide open. The familiar smell of death is all in the air right now.

I continue  to walk through his house, gagging from the disgusting smell. It's blood on the furniture. I open Montana's door then scream in fear. He's slumped against his  bed directly in front of the wall.

"The hell you want?" he dryly asks. I walk over to him, calming down. I thought he was over here dead. "What's going on? Don't beat around the bush. Tell me straight up. I'm tired of watching our son cry over you not talking to him." I say. He doesn't say anything as he continues to stare at the wall that has about nine holes he punched, I guess.

He grabs the half empty bottle of vodka from beside him then drinks out of it. "Montana, what happened?" I ask. "You set me up?" he dryly asks. "What? Hell naw, never." I answer, looking at him crazy.  "What's wrong?" I ask. He nods his head towards a gold urn that's shaped like praying hands. I grab it then read it. My eyes widen as they tear up.  "Montreal Tyler Montgomery. A loving brother, uncle, and son. Gone but never forgotten. You'll forever be in our hearts. One love."  I read aloud, still in total shock.

"Montreal's dead?" I mumble, not believing  I'm sitting here holding his ashes.  "Shut up. Don't fuckin' cry, Jessica. You don't have no reason to cry. I lost my brother, not you. This the second time I lost one of my brothers. Why the fuck the cycle repeating itself? He was just... he was just here being gay as fuck and getting on my nerves, now he gone, mane, damn. He... he got shot in the head and I couldn't even protect him. My brother gone cause I was slippin'. He... Fuck, Jessica, that bullet was meant for me. Somebody killed my twin thinking he was me, mane. The shit my fault. Jessica, I sat there and watched my twin brother die in my arms with his blood all over me. I don't know what to... fuck, I don't know." he says, staring at the wall with no emotions on his face.

I can't believe this. Montreal was just texting me two weeks ago asking me to go makeup shopping with him and asking me if Torren was single or not. I can't believe he's really gone. "How did this happen?" I mumble. Montana slowly looks at me then starts hysterically laughing, catching me way off guard.

"I don't give a fuck about how nobody feel. When shit hit the fan, don't even be surprised." he says. "What the fuck is going on?" I ask him. "Use your brain, baby girl." he says. I stand up then grab his hand. "Get up. Come on, you need to clean yourself up. You stink." I say. He snatches away. "Leave me alone." he demands. I roughly snatch him up. "Montana, come on." I demand. He was there when I was going through it. "I'm tired of my son wondering where you are. I know you hurting but you're about to clean yourself up and go see our son. He's only nine, he don't understand. He feels like you don't love him anymore." I say. He shakes his head. "I can't go around him right now. Shit too hot. Somebody out for me and I ain't risking my son's life. I refuse to let somebody kill my son over me like they did my brother. No." he says, shaking his head. I sigh. "You can at least call him." I mumble. "I will later." he says.

"Go shower and get dressed." I say. "I don't wanna go nowhere." he dryly says. "You are not staying here if somebody ran in here looking for you, Montana. It's obviously not safe." I say. "Whatever Jessica." he mumbles as he walks into his bathroom.

I'm sitting on his bed waiting for him to finish in the shower. My eyes widen as he walks out the bathroom butt naked with water dripping off of his body. "Montana... what the hell are you doing?" I ask. He walks over to me then lays between my legs. "Montana, move." I demand, pushing him, trying to move him off of me. "Stop fighting." he mumbles, gripping my wrists. "Get off of me!" I scream at him as he kisses me on my neck. I'm dead ass not turned on right now. He's mentally fucked up over his brother and he's drunk on top of that.

He ignores me as he continues to kiss on me. "Shut up. I wanna hurt that nigga. Come on. Have my baby." he mumbles, moving his hand to between my legs. "I know he did this shit to me. I'm finna hit that nigga where it hurt. You his weakness, right? You having my damn child." his words slur out as he lifts my sundress up.

"Montana, no! Stop!" I scream at him as he pulls my panties to the side. "Why the fuck you sitting here resisting like you ain't trying to fuck? You know you like that shit, quit playing with me! And stop hollering stop like somebody raping your ass! I ain't no damn rapist! I ain't them niggas who took advantage of you! If anybody raping you, it's yo fuck ass husband! You the one who still there letting him fuck against yo will cause you know he not shit! I love yo ass, don't try that!" he yells in my face.

"Montana, get the hell off me! Are you serious? You need to go calm down and sober up instead of doing dumb shit. I ain't having your child and I'm not having sex with you. And stop saying Ant did that to you. He wouldn't ever do nothing like that because he loves Tae too much to hurt him by hurting you. Quit accusing him." I say.

He gets off me. "Be in denial if your ass want to. I ain't stupid." he says. "You need to chill." I say. "What the hell you gone do if I don't?  I ain't finna chill!" he hollers in my face. "Quit screaming at me, damn. I'm just trying to help you." I say. "If I don't?" he asks. "Dude, I swear I'll get Ant to beat your ass if you keep screaming at me." I say. I don't know why I just said something that dumb.

He snatches me up by my neck. "You gone do what?" he asks, staring in my eyes. He looks so damn evil. I push him off me. "Don't put your hands on me. Fuck you. Stay here and be depressed then. I only wanted to help you and you acting dumb. And put some motherfucking clothes on." I say, storming out his room.

He chases after me then pins me to the wall in the living room. "Look... I'm sorry. I just don't know how to deal with this shit." he says, then kisses my lips over and over. My eyes widen. I push him away from me. "Call me when you get yourself together. Our son wanna talk to you." I say as I walk out the front door.

I might swing by Nathan's house a little later on. Ant said he was going to visit him. His birthday is coming up. I can't believe he's in his seventies now. It's crazy how time flies so fast.

MONTANA

I know good and damn well Ant tried to take me out. Of course his pussy ass didn't come shoot my brother himself. I know he paid somebody who he thought was on my level. I'll give whoever did this their credit because I'm not an easy person to catch slipping but bodies still dropping. Ant fucked up when he didn't tell his hit man it's three of us.

I I know exactly where that nigga is and it's on now. I'm riding around with my twin brother Montello. All I want is blood. He took somebody from me that I love so it's only right to get even. That's how it goes. "That's the house." I tell my brother as he rides past Nathan's house.

"Get in, get out, get done." he says. I get out the car then make my way to the back door of the old man's house. I kick the back door in then rush through holding my gun with my ski mask on. "Hell naw, son. Fuck that." I hear him say, laughing along with Ant downstairs. I walk down. Ant quickly tries to grab his gun but it's too late. I pull the trigger, watching Nathan's blood cover the couch and wall. Ant starts hollering while he holds Nathan. Part of me want to just shoot him in his head but I got other plans.

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