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"Tell me, how can I right my wrongs? That's something that I should know." - Bryson Tiller

MONTANA

Did this nigga really just say what I think he said? Hell the fuck naw. I'm mad as hell. Not only did Jessica leave my kids at the nigga house, she somewhere with his dick down her throat. She got me so messed up right now.

I start pressing the nurse button over and over. My nurse rushes in here. "What's the matter, Mr. Montgomery? Are you okay?" she asks, sounding out of breath. "Get me out this hospital, now." I demand, closing my eyes tight. The physical pain I feel ain't shit, I'm hotter than a bitch right now. I'm ready to go kill that nigga all together. I ain't sparing him this time. "I can't do that. You aren't well enough to leave, sir." she tells me. "Ma'am, I'm begging you." I tell her, sighing. "I can't." she says.

I'm shaking trying to calm my nerves a little. I shake my head as my phone rings, indicating a call from Jessica. Maybe, I should just ignore it all together. I'm mad as hell right now and I know that if I open my mouth and let her have it, her feelings gone be hurt. But then again, she clearly ain't giving a damn about how I feel so why the fuck should I sit here sparing her?

"The fuck you calling me for? Don't you got some dick to choke on?" I ask her. At this point, I don't care about hurting her feelings. "Excuse me? Who you think you talking to like that, Montana?" she asks. "You! You, Jessica Ja'Mir Vaughn, I'm talking to your mothafuckin stupid ass! What you still fucking with him for, huh? He don't love yo dumb ass, he just don't wanna see you with nobody else and you crazy as hell if you can't see that!" I yell into the phone.

"I'm grown. Just because I had two of your kids don't mean I'm obligated to be with you or obey you and do every little thing to impress you, afraid of you being upset with me and it took me way too long to finally realize that. So, if you wanna cuss me out or yell at me like I'm a child, go ahead and hang up cause I don't care." she nonchalantly says. "You know what... fuck you." I lowly growl at her. "That's fine. I'm not gone kiss your ass or nobody else ass no more. If you mad, stay mad, I ain't begging you." she says.

"The fact that you sitting here acting tough infront of that nigga is pissing me off." I tell her. "Okay." she says. I shake my head then throw my phone as hard as I can into the wall across my hotel room. I sigh, staring at my cracked screen. "Fuck!" I yell in frustration. How did we get to this horrible point in our lives? Lord knows I love her. I never have been so angry, hurt, sad, or confused in my life. I think I pushed her all the way away. Do she even love my ass?

JESSICA

"Let me find out you broke a nigga heart." Ant says, grinning as he walks out of the bathroom fixing his underwear. "Shut up talking to me." I snap at him. "Why? What I do?" he asks. "You know what your messy ass did. So, shut the hell up." I demand. "I didn't think it would make you mad if yo mouth really was occupied with my dick and my balls, Jessica." he says.

"You know what, I don't wanna be here no more. It's too much drama right now. I don't see why you thought it was okay to do something like that." I say. "Because I'm done caring about him. He can't have you no more because you mine and I'm gone fight to the finish to keep you with me, period. And it ain't like I lied to the nigga, I ain't finna spare his feelings when you and I both know with me is where you wanna be." he says. "That's so messed up." I say, shaking my head as I glare at him.

"It is what it is. Sorry for making you mad though. I won't do nothing like that again." he says, pulling me in a hug. I push him away from me, glaring at him. Nothing Ant says or does shocks me anymore. It's always something crazy as hell flying out his mouth. "Take me back to your house so I can get my babies and go to a hotel." I demand. "Hell naw. I didn't drive all the way out here and pay all this money for this hotel room just for you to get mad and try to leave. What's you leaving gone do? Nothing. I ain't letting you run from nothing else. You can sit here and be mad at me for all I care or you can suck it up and talk to me. It's on you." he says.

"You make me sick!" I yell at him, catching him way off guard. "Where the hell that come from?" he asks. "Cause I'm pissed off, dumb ass!"  I yell. "Well you can stay pissed. Either way it go, you not bout to leave." he says, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Get off of me!" I demand, jerking around, trying my hardest to get him off of me. "Stop." he demands, kissing on my neck. "Real talk, if you don't get your hands and lips off me, I will slap the shit out of you and I ain't playing." I say. "Do it then." he nonchalantly says. I draw back then slap the shit out of him.

"Damn, I didn't think you was gone do it." he says, holding his face. "Well I did. I ain't playing, do not touch me." I say. "Damn, Jessica. Back at it again with the always overreacting." he sarcastically says. "Go do a flip off the balcony. Matter fact, go play in traffic, Ant." I say moving away from him.

"Alright. Whatever. Be mad, that's on you. I'm about to lay down and watch a movie. I brought some snacks with me. Join if you want to." he says, walking over to the TV. I ain't about to join him. I am not in the mood.

NOBLE

I just got out of my bed. I smell food cooking. I grab my phone off the bed then check it. It's ten in the morning so my parents are most likely back now. Knowing my daddy, he did something dumb to piss her off last night.

Since I don't have school today, I plan on going to visit Montana to make sure everything still good and that he ain't gone get me killed. He said it's all good but I still ain't trying to risk it.

I walk downstairs to the kitchen where my momma is cooking breakfast like she used to. "Hey ma." I say, hugging her. "Hey, baby." she says, smiling wide at me. Amari is sitting at the table and KeKe is sitting next to him, holding Dream in his arms. I never realized how tiny the baby is until now. I want to hold her but I'm scared to. I always had this fear of new borns and month old babies like her. They're so little and I be scared to drop them or hurt their bodies. When Amari was born, it took me forever to finally hold him because I was scared to do it.

"Wassup?" KeKe asks me. I nod my head at him then hug Amari. "Amari, quit drawing on the table." my momma demands as he draws on it with a dry erase marker. "Daddy let me." he says, pouting. "Do what yo momma said, boy." my dad demands, walking in here out of nowhere.  I raise my eyebrow, grinning along with KeKe as him and my momma eyeball the shit out of each other.

"Can I help you?" she sarcastically asks him. I watch as he smacks her on her butt. "Lose the attitude." he demands, laughing. I start dying laughing at my momma's facial expression. "You know you liked it. Quit acting hard." my dad demands, grinning. She starts looking down, smirking. "Get out my face." she mumbles, trying to quit smiling. My momma act so tough sometimes when she call herself mad at my daddy. It be funny as hell.

"Momma, can I talk to you right quick?" I ask. "Yeah. Ant, watch the stove." she says. "What make you think I feel like watching some food? I wanna play with babygirl." he says, taking Dream out of KeKe's arms. Well, damn. My daddy over there playing with the baby, making her laugh and smile as if it's his own child. I can tell I ain't the only one wondering if Dream is my daddy's baby based on my momma and KeKe's facial expressions. And I can tell my daddy already love Dream like his own. His eyes all lit up and he can't quit smiling. It's like he forgot everybody else in here while he plays with her.

"Um... yeah, momma come here." I say, grabbing her hand. She follows me to the living room then sits down. "What can I help you with?" she asks. "What if I snapped and threatened to kill a girl that was my friend and now she hate me but I wanna make it right but don't know how or how to even begin to fix it?" I ask. "Girlfriend?" she asks. "No... a close friend. Her name Miracle. I know she hate me now." I say, shaking my head.

"Hate is a strong word, Noble. I doubt she hate you." she says. "Ma, I pulled a gun on her and her momma. Trust me, she hate me. I probably don't cross her mind no more." I say. "Did you like her? Be honest." she says. "Um... maybe. Like a friend." I lie.
I was feeling her like a mothafucka. I wasn't gone admit it because I was gone wait for her to catch feelings before I threw it out there.

"Like a friend my ass. I know you, Noble. You wouldn't even sit here talking to me about her if you didn't have some type of feelings for her. You were dead wrong for what you did. You need to go fix yourself up, get your shit together, and apologize to her and her momma face to face." she says. "I don't know how." I say. "You knew how to wave a gun in their faces so man up and apologize to their faces too. It ain't gone be easy and I can't promise she'll ever speak to you again but you can at least handle your business as a man and try to fix it." she says.

I nod my head. "Could you help me? Like, I wanna get fresh and get some flowers and kinda do it big. I don't know where to start though." I explain. "First, you need a haircut, baby. You looking rough." she says, making me laugh. "I've been so stressed for so long to where that didn't matter. You right though. Will you cut my hair? I don't want daddy to do it, he be high." I say, laughing. Of course, I have one of the top barbers in California who usually will come to my house and cut me and my brothers hair but I ain't in the mood to be paying a couple hundred out my own pocket for that when my own momma can cut hair better than most niggas ever could.

"Yeah, come on." she demands. I stand up. "Where your daddy keep his clippers? I don't know my way around this house yet." she says. "They should be under his sink." I answer, leading her up the spiral staircase. "Ma, daddy so sprung off you." I say, laughing. He has so many huge pictures of her and the two of them together all over the place. Plus, the hallway leading to his bedroom is nothing but family photos.

"I see." she says, laughing as we walk in his room. "What yall want?" he asks. "How you beat us up here?" I ask. "Didn't I tell you watch the food?" my mom asks him. "Didn't I tell you I didn't wanna watch no damn food cause I wanted to play with the baby?" he asks, sticking her expensive pacifier in her mouth. "Where did that pacifier come from? I didn't buy that." my mom awkwardly says, staring at all the diamonds in it. "Aw, it's  18 carat gold with hella diamonds in the middle. I got the chain so when she get older she can keep it as her first real diamonds from me. I got it from my jeweler while you were cooking." my dad answers, shocking me and my momma.
"What the hell, Ant? You doing too much. How much did you pay for that thing? I can see my whole face in those diamonds, Ant..." my mom says, wide eyed. "2.5 million, baby." he answers, smoothing Dream's curly hair down.

My mouth drops along with my momma's. "Nigga, why the hell would you drop two million on a damn pacifier?" she asks. "I'm far from broke. This my babygirl, she bout to get the world, Jessica. I don't care if you disagree. I'm paid and all my kids gone get the world. As long as I got it, they got it." he explains. "Um... Ant, she is Montana's daughter." my mom says. My dad slightly lifts Dream's body up then gently kisses her forehead. "I'll let him have his moment with that lie." my dad says, laughing to himself.

"Um... so yeah, I need a haircut." I say, trying to end the awkward stare off between those two. I honestly wondered who the daddy was when I looked at her good but that's none of my business because she'll be my sister either way it goes.

"Ant, where's your clippers? And lay her down. Don't buy nothing else that's out the ordinary for my child neither." my mom says. "Too late. I got her a pink baby diamond bathtub." he says. "Are you serious? A baby diamond tub?" my mom asks. "Yeah. It's tiny and covered in pink diamonds for when she get bigger and start getting in there and shit. It was bout five thousand and some change." he answers. "Ant, you doing too damn much." she says, taking my baby sister out his arms.

"Don't you gotta cut Noble hair? Give her back." my dad demands, narrowing his eyes at my momma. Dream starts crying while staring at my daddy. "You get on my damn nerves. See, now you done spoiled her holding her all day so she gone cry when she with somebody else." my mom goes off, handing her back to my dad. She immediately calms down. Well, damn.

"And? The clippers under my sink." my dad says, laying back on his big ass bed with Dream across his chest. I just noticed the pink and purple stuffed animals he got in the bed. He must've picked those up for Dream earlier today. My dad is so big on having new kids. He did the same shit when Amari was born. It's like he a sucker for my younger siblings.

I walk into the bathroom then sit on the toilet. "Yo daddy think he some sort of King with this gold toilet." my mom says, laughing as she plugs the clippers in. "He really do." I say, staring down at my Gucci flip flops I'm wearing around the house. "You need to be coming up with some ideas for your little apology."  my mom says, reading my mind like she always does.

"Yeah, I know. I'm thinking about bringing flowers to her momma job just so I can go apologize to her before I apologize to Miracle." I suggest. "Naw, don't do that, baby. If she decided to stay angry or whatever, she can easily call her job's security and get you in trouble on some petty shit." my mom says. "Yeah, you right. Should I take Miracle out to dinner?" I ask. "Wining and dining ain't everything, baby. It only feels good for the moment but that hurt will still be there. Keep that in mind. Matter fact, Ant, come here!" my mom calls.

He walks in here. "I put Dream to sleep. Wassup?" he asks. "Your son is in a situation where he really fucked up a girl emotionally to where she's scared of him and doesn't want to have anything to do with him. Since you're the king of fucking up happiness, I figured you'd know how to go about his situation to fix it." my mom says, making me laugh a little. "Fuck you. But aight, bet. When you get yo hair cut, step up in my office." my dad says. I nod my head.

"You can leave now." my mom says to him. He leans down then sneaks a kiss on her lips. "Now, I can leave." he says, grinning as he walks out. "Smooth ass nigga." my momma mumbles, blushing a little. I shake my head, chuckling. My parents are crazy as hell. I'm surprised they haven't killed each other by now.

THIS WAS A SNEAK PEEK OF THE NEXT CHAPTER. WHAT NOBLE GONE DO? WHO IS DREAM PAPI??? DID YALL MISS THE BOOK? LOL ITS BACK.

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