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"Set it off in this mothafucka, set it off. My clique all dogs, bitch don't make us set it off." - Boosie

JAYLAH

Noble's family members are crazy as hell but so funny. He never told me he had this many siblings. I was thinking it was three or four of them but it's basically a whole team of them. He told me he has another brother named Presley but I didn't get to meet him for some reason. I wasn't expecting all of this.

My family are comfortable money wise but damn, we don't have money stacked up like this. All of these people here are rich as fuck. I knew his house was big but I didn't expect it to be this big. I haven't even been in half of the house yet but the small areas I've been in are bigger than my whole house. I don't care about his money though because money isn't everything. He's making me fall in love with him by treating me with respect and being himself. I just want his heart, not the money. I'm just shocked that they really got it like this.

We just walked in his bedroom. It's so nice and expensive looking. Everything is neat and nicely decorated. I smile a little, noticing a picture of us that's sitting on a shelf mounted into the wall by his bed. There's two king sized beds in here. "You share a room?" I ask, watching him close and lock the door. "Yeah. Me and my twin brother do." he answers. I nod my head, sitting on his bed.

He turns the large TV on. It just went straight to a surveillance video of the house. I raise my eyebrow. "Why do you have a survailance camera video on your TV?" I ask. He look like he ain't even high no more. He's staring at something on the screen like he saw a ghost or something. "Baby... stay in here for me. I'll be back." he says, reaching under his bed. My eyes widen as he pulls a gun from under it. "What is going on?" I ask. What the hell is his family into?

"Nothing. I'll be back." he says, turning off the footage. He turns the TV off. "What the fuck? You can't just get shocked, grab a gun, and then leave me in this damn room and not tell me why." I say, trying to calm down. My nerves get the best of me sometimes. I feel like something really bad is going on and he just doesn't want to tell me what it is. "Jaylah, I'm forreal. Imma be back, mane." he says in an extra harsh tone. "You don't have to get an attitude." I tell him. "I'm just saying. I got shit to go see about so shut that whining and shit the fuck up." he goes off on me.

I roll my eyes at him. He's never raised his voice or snapped on me like that before. "I don't know why you getting mad at me! Don't talk to me like that!" I snap back, getting mad myself. "I'm just saying, shut the fuck up talking to me, bruh! I just said Imma be back but you constantly bitching!" he goes off. "Oh, so I'm a bitch now?" I ask. "What? Jaylah, I didn't call you no bitch. Shut the fuck up." he says, glaring at me. "Nigga, just go ahead and call me one since I'm so called bitching! Fuck you! No nigga is about to talk to me like that! You fake as hell! All that sweet shit was obviously an act because you acting like a whole other nigga now! Take me home and I'm done!" I yell, trying not to cry.

This hurt my feelings. He has never done this and I'm caught off guard. I didn't do anything. I just hate not knowing what's going on when I know for a fact something ain't right. He just turned into this rude, mean person and I don't understand how much he just switched up. "Mane, I don't care. Let me handle what I gotta handle, Jaylah, damn!" he demands. "Take me home." I demand, wiping my eyes. He's showing no remorse for none of this. He's just glaring at me like I ain't shit as if he wasn't just all over me not even a full thirty minutes ago. "I'll take yo ass home once I do what I need to do. I'll be back so just chill. That shit not hard." he says, walking out of the room.

I look down at my feet, wiping the couple of tears that fell away. Noble played me like he's so different and like he respects me when really, he's just like everybody else. "Where Noble go?" someone asks. I look up at his twin brother Majesty. If they weren't dressed differently, I swear I wouldn't be able to tell them apart. I've never seen twins so identical before.

"I don't know. He grabbed a gun, went off on me, and left." I answer. He sits on his bed. "For what?" he asks. I shrug my shoulders, wiping my face. He lays back on his bed. "He bipolar." he tells me. "I don't believe you." I say. He sits up then points at the shelf by Noble's bed. There's a clear box thing with a lock on it but there's pill bottles in it. "He's on medication?" I ask, surprised. He nods his head yes. "Why is it locked up?" I ask. "My momma and dad keep it locked up and they got the key. I can't tell you why, honestly." he answers.

"Why are you so comfortable telling me all your brother's business? I'm mad at him but you shouldn't tell people all his shit like that." I say, looking at him funny. He shouldn't have done that. I'm sure if Noble wanted me to know, he wouldve told me himself. That just made me wonder what type of person his brother is and if what their little brother said about him is true.

He smiles. "I wanted to see if you was about to feed into that shit and judge him. You cool in my book. I approve. I didn't want you to dip on my brother cause you don't understand why he do the shit he be doing sometimes." he says, standing up. I roll my eyes, watching him walk out. I don't have time for people to run tests on me every second. I'm not a trifling bitch so I don't get it. I don't believe Noble is bipolar anyway. I won't believe nothing I hear about him unless he tells me himself, period.

ANT

Today is perfect as hell in my eyes. I can't even quit smiling right now cause Jessica so happy. She real happy about having another girl for sure. Even I am. "Congratulations bruh. Do me a favor and tell Jessica get her faggot ass friend. That young nigga staring at me and steady making lil gay comments and shit. He got me fucked up. I ain't trying to fuck up Jessica day so I ain't gon' whoop his ass but that shit pissing me off. Get yo company, cuz." Tez says to me, looking mad as hell.

I'm laughing my ass off. "She told me he wanna turn you out, my guy." I say. "Fuck outta here. I ain't with that bullshit." He says. Jessica looks at him, laughing. "Yeah, Tez. Torren wanna show you a thing or two." she jokes. "Mane, you with all the bullshit today." He says, shaking his head.

Torren switches his gay ass over here. I don't know how I put up with that nigga. He that friend that'll get on every nerve your ass got but you'll still beat the fuck out of somebody over them.

"Congratulations, no good. Hey, Tez. So, I'm having a fashion show and I want you to be my date." Torren says. Jessica and I look at each other then laugh. We sitting here tripping off this shit. Torren the boldest nigga I know, hands down. "Mane, get yo fruity ass out my mothafuckin' face." Tez demands. Torren smiles. "That's what they all say... next thing you know, they're taking this dick. Yes, I'm a top, sweetheart." He says, then walks away.

"Bruh... Jessica, Imma kill yo young nigga." Tez warns her. "Don't mind him. He's just playful." she says. "What? That's a grown ass, thirty something year old man, G. Fuck you mean he just playing? We too old to play. Control yo friend. That's my last time saying it before I knock that mothafucka out." He goes off. "Calm yo dumb ass down talking to my baby. The nigga just fucking with you." I say.

"What? So, if that gay ass dude was steady following you around making gay comments, you wouldn't be on ten, my nigga?" he asks me. "Naw." I lie. "You a damn lie. We'd be trying our hardest to pull you off of him by now. Thankfully, your cousin has more self control than you do." Jessica says, making us laugh.

Noble walks over here. His face red as hell. "Your face look like a diaper rash having baby ass. What your face so red for?" I ask my son. "We need to talk." He says. "Everything okay?" Jessica asks. "Yeah, momma. We cool. I just need to talk to him and Tez about some dude stuff." He says. She eyes him like she know he bullshitting. "Mhmm... Yeah, okay." she says, turning back around.

I stand up then follow him and Tez out the living room. We walk into the empty kitchen. "What's happening?" I ask. "We got a problem." He says. "You finna tell us what it is or tease a nigga with it?" I ask. "I think one of the guards be touching on Presley." He whispers. Me and Tez look at each other. "What?" I ask. "You heard what I said, pops. I'm serious." He says with a cold look on his face.

I walk back in the living room then motion for Vonte to come here. He stands up then follows me back to the kitchen. "Wassup?" he asks. "Noble say he think one of the guards be fucking with Presley." I answer. "What you mean?" He asks, growing serious. "I cut my TV on and the surveillance came up. I noticed Presley in the game room getting pushed up in the bathroom down there by one of them niggas. Dude slammed the door after that so I grabbed my gun." He explains.

Vonte pulls his gun out his pants. All of us walk out. We just got all the way to the game room. The TV is on That's So Raven. That's how I know Presley soft ass been in here. That nigga watch That's So Raven everyday and every night like that's his job.

"You don't have to do this. I'm gonna tell Ant." I hear Presley say. "He ain't gotta know shit. Shut the fuck up. Bend that ass over." James demands. I feel sick. I can't believe that nigga even get down like that. He been under me for years, now he trying to fuck Presley in my damn house. "You know I don't do that shit!" Presley snaps. "There you go, young nigga. Tell that mothafucka what the fuck going on." Vonte mumbles.

All of us look at him crazy. Who the fuck does shit like that? "Who you hollering at, bitch ass nigga? Imma take that shit in a minute!" James snaps back. "Well, get to taking it, bitch and when my dad and Ant find out, they're gonna beat your ass." Presley says. "They ain't finding out shit and if you run your mouth, Imma kill you." James says. "You're a bitch. You claim you're straight but you're harassing a fifteen year old boy that you don't even know for some ass. You're a dick eating son of a bitch and I'm gonna make sure they beat your ass!" Presley goes off. "You think we rubbing off on him?" Noble mumbles.

Vonte kicks the door in. "Get yo bitch ass back." Vonte demands, holding James at gunpoint. James puts his hands up. "My nigga James. Ain't this bout a bitch." I say, shaking my head as I smirk at the nigga. "What y'all doing? I was down here asking Presley about himself. I gotta know who I'm guarding, you know what I'm sayin'?" James explains. "Shut yo rapist ass up." Tez demands, looking him up and down.

I look at Presley as he watches everything in shock. His eyes glued to the blood that just came out of James' mouth. "Presley, this the part where shit get real. This the part where you learn to shut the fuck up about what goes on in this family no matter who asking or what happens. Understand?" I ask. He nods his head. "I'm done being manipulated into telling people my business and I'm also done being a bitch about everything. I'm definitely done feeling sorry for people when they deserve their punishments. Fuck him. Do what you have to do." he says. I smile a little then chuckle. I can tell he meant that too.

"This the moment where you get to see what'll happen to you if you run your mouth again." I say, pulling the trigger three times, striking James' in the head and killing him instantly. Presley gasps. His eyes widen. He just fainted and some more shit. I don't know if he never seen a murder or if the threat scared him.

"You could've gave us a warning. Now, I feel sick." Noble mumbles. "Imma hit up the cleanup crew." Vonte says, pulling his phone out his pocket. I lift Presley up. "Oh my God." He mumbles. "Tighten up." I demand. "Nope... I'll never snitch again. So, this is what you do for a living?" he asks. "No, but it's a part of our lives so don't go open your mouth." Vonte answers for me. "I won't. Wow. I wanna learn how to do that." He says. I stare at him in shock then chuckle. Jessica about to kill my ass once the cleanup crew gets here cause she'll already know something happened and that we let Presley see that.

DREW

I just got back to Ant's house. "I'm sorry for all the bullshit." I say to Reign. She nods her head. "You just want sex from me." she mumbles. "Aight." I say. I'm not about to argue with her about how she feel no more. If she wanna be done with me, fuck it. I tried to make it right at the end of the day but I ain't kissing no ass.

"All you have to say is aight?" she asks. "Yeah. I tried, Reign. So, Imma just charge it to the gameXREW and move on." I answer. "How you gonna play the victim if you the one who messed up?" she asks. "I ain't playing the victim. I admitted I fucked up and I tried to fix it. You don't want it to get no better so what else am I supposed to do? I ain't begging no more." I tell her straight up.

"Wow. So, you mad at me because you messed whatever we had up? You so backwards!" she goes off. I shake my head, letting her be over dramatic. "Reign, how you getting pissed about me saying fuck it if I'm constantly trying to fix my lil mistake and you pushing a nigga away? Imma take my hurt like a man and go on about my business." I say. "Fine." she says, getting out the car.

I get out then grab her hand. "What?" she asks. "If you wanna fuck with me, say something." I demand. She rolls her eyes. "Do you." she says, walking off. I grab her arm then pull her back. "I got one last thing to say to you. I got shot in my head looking out for you, I forgave you after you lied to yo brother like I got you pregnant knowing that shit was gon' get me fucked up, and I even took a risk in itself with you cause you know me and you was never supposed to happen cause yo uncle like a father to me and if shit get bad, him and yo dad will go at it over us. You did far more to me that was way more serious, to be real. But if you gon' end this shit over a mistake that was never supposed to happen, I respect that. I took a bullet in my head over you but you can't even forgive me cause I forgot to tell my old bitch not to come? Shit crazy." I say.

What she fail to realize is I've lost so much more in my life and I bounced back from that shit like a G. I got feelings for her but that shit will fade someday. I don't like it but I'm done stressing over some shit that I'm the only one trying to fight for. That's dead.

I walk back into the house. Some of the people from the family's cleanup crew are here. Who the fuck got killed? "Where Ant at?" I ask Jessica, trying not to look at her titties. She sitting down and I'm standing over her so it's hard to not look at her cleavage. "He went down to the game room." she answers. I nod my head, then walk away.

I just got to the game room. A body ain't in here but the cleanup crew doing the most, on some real life movie shit to clean up the mess. Ant, Presley, Tez, Noble, and Vonte are standing off to the side. "Who died?" I ask. "That mothafucka James." Vonte answers. "Y'all killed him infront of this nigga? You know what... Imma make sure y'all got money on y'all books cause this mothafucka finna take y'all straight to jail with his big ass, snitching ass mouth." I say, pointing at Presley.

He punches me dead in my mouth, catching me off guard. "Shut up, bitch ass nigga! I ain't a snitch or a bitch no more, so wassup?" he yells, balling his fists up. I can't help but laugh right now. "Damn, the nigga voice got deep and he sound like he from the hood all of a sudden. Y'all rubbing off on his ass." Tez says, laughing. "I know you ain't finna take that L like that, Drew." he adds.

"As much as I wanna beat the fuck outta you for that weak ass punch you threw my way, I ain't gon' do it cause this ain't the day and I'll actually kill you." I tell him. The shit didn't even hurt. "Naw, it's cause you a bitch that's scared of me!" he yells. I blankly stare at him then stick his ass in his jaw, knocking him on his ass. "Aight, Presley. I done told yo ass to chill out." I warn him.

He stands back up. Ant grins a little. "Well, you bastard, I saw your sister's obituary. Maybe, I'll piss on it next time I'm at my dad's house." He says. I start swinging on him, beating the fuck out his ass. "Drew! Drew! Get off him!" I hear Vonte yells. I don't care about none of that shit. I'm finna kill this soft ass nigga. This mothafucka really just disrespected my sister like she ain't shit. It ain't nothing they can tell me to get me off him. I'm punching this nigga like I'm trying to break every bone his ass got. I'm taking all my anger out on his ass.

Ant pulls me back then puts me in a headlock. "Piss on her obituary, mothafucka, and Imma kill yo mothafuckin' ass then piss and shit on yo gotdamn grave!" I snap, snatching away from Ant. I storm out the game room. I'm mad as hell. I wanna go whoop his ass again. I'll probably swing on that bitch ass nigga every time I think about how he just disrespected my blood like that.

I'm outside walking to the car. I gotta get the fuck away from around here before I go back in there and kill that bitch ass nigga. Reign standing by the damn car being weird as hell. "I ain't in the mood so if you over here with some bullshit, get the fuck from round' me." I demand, unlocking it. "What's wrong?" she asks. "I don't wanna talk about it." I demand. "You can tell me." she snaps on me for no reason. I close my eyes tight. "Reign... I said ion wanna talk about it. Chill yo ass out and move so I can get in the car and leave." I demand, trying to not raise my voice.

"You don't have to have an attitude with me. Get your stupid ass on somewhere." she demands. "Who you calling stupid? Bruh, you so damn childish. I said I ain't in the mood. Get the fuck out my way so I can go and I ain't asking you again." I say, mentally counting to ten before I spazz on her dumb ass too.

She slaps me. "You fucked me over so badly and now you being rude for nothing!" she screams. "Bitch, move!" I yell. She gasps. "Did you just call me a bitch?" she screams like she shocked. I ignore her, moving her out my way. She slaps me again. "Don't put your damn hands on me and I ain't no bitch!" she snaps. "Bitch, you is a bitch! Move!" I yell, getting in the car. I pull out the driveway, leaving her standing there.

I've been at the house smoking for two hours. I'm so fucked up. Everything a problem for me right now. I just thought about what I said to Reign. I know calling her a bitch wasn't right but I can't even lie like it was an accident because it wasn't. I don't say shit I don't mean. I was just so mad and in the heat of the moment. I ain't about to bother with apologizing or even trying to talk to her cause I know shit won't change anyway. Her mind made up. She through with a nigga now, especially. Imma just stay my ass away from her. I almost forgot who the fuck I am. I don't have to chase no female to be happy. Fuck that shit.

NOBLE

Drew beat the shit out of Presley. It's like as soon as that nigga made that comment, Drew turned into the devil himself and folded his ass up. I would've did the same shit. I didn't even know him and Sean had a dead sister. I can tell it fucked with him. Presley trying to show us he grew some balls but he took that too far.

Presley was unconscious but my dad got him up. He calling one of the doctors on his payroll to come here because Drew did some real damage to his ass. He couldn't even remember nothing and why he even woke up in pain in the first place. You know somebody got fucked up when they can't even remember what happened.

I walk in my bedroom. Jaylah is sitting on my bed playing a game on her phone. "You want some food?" I ask. "Our chef make the best grilled shrimp." I add. She rolls her eyes at me, continuing to play her game. "So, you mad?" I ask. "Take me home because right now, I'm not trying to deal with you and your nasty attitude." she says, watching me put my gun away.

"My bad, baby. You was getting under my skin when I needed to go check on something serious." I explain. "What the fuck are you into? You obviously hiding a lot of shit!" she goes off on me. "I ain't hiding a damn thing from you. I just said I'm sorry." I say. "Are you bipolar?" she asks. I narrow my eyes at her, trying not to say nothing wild to her for asking me that shit. "I'm fine so quit asking me shit like I need a gotdamn straight jacket and a psychiatrist!" I snap on her.

"Take me home cause obviously, you showing me who the fuck you are underneath that sweet shit you be saying to me. I'm not putting up with it so take me back to my house." she demands, standing up. "You blowing it out of proportion." I say. "Well blow me to my gotdamn house, nigga." she demands, snatching her purse off my bed.

I wrap my arms around her. "Jay, calm down. Yeah, it is a lot you don't know but that shit don't matter. I'm on medications. Mental illness runs in my family, so I really don't be trying to go off on you. You gotta understand, please." I beg. She sighs. "You about to have to tell me the truth." she says. "I take meds but I'm doing way better now. You make me happy as hell. I feel too good when I'm with you. Don't cut me off cause of this cause you know I won't even purposely hurt your feelings." I say.

She sighs then pecks my lips. "Noble, next time, control that shit cause I dislike this side of you that you showed me today." she admits. I nod my head then kiss her cheek. I'm so glad she understands. I ain't perfect when it comes to nothing and especially not a relationship, but I don't wanna lose her. Imma definitely have to control my temper with her from now on cause I see now, she ain't one of those girls who'll tolerate that bullshit.

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