"We all have our nights, though, don't be so ashamed I've had mine, you've had yours, we both know." - Drake

MONTANA

I'm leaned back on the couch watching everything unfold. "What you looking at me like that for?" Ant asks Jessica as she rocks Amari to sleep in her arms. "I'm just trying to figure out where the ice cream is or was that a lie?" she asks. He chuckles. "I'm getting accused?" he asks. "You fucked her." she says. "You know what... kids, excuse my language, but Jessica, I was in the bathroom goin' hard as a mothafucka. I was jacking off thinking of you. There it go." he says.

I look down at my shoes, shaking my head. I ain't perfect neither but gotdamn, this a pathetic ass nigga. I would like to be with Jessica, but at the same time, I want better for her. If she go and find a good nigga, I'll be happy for her. All I know is she can do better than this.

"Daddy, you disgusting." Jessie mumbles, snickering. "Shit, I'm being honest. You stay thinking I'm cheating when I'm being loyal as fuck. Then when I was cheating on yo ass, everything was all good and you thought I was the most faithful nigga in the world. Gotdamn, you backwards as fuck, Jessica." he says.

"Chill out." Noble says. Jessica doesn't say anything as she holds Amari, staring down at his face as he sleeps. "If we didn't have all these kids together, I would've killed yo punk ass by now." she lowly growls. "Like I be killin' yo pussy when we have make up sex? Girl, shut up. Ya ass ain't going nowhere." he says, cockily smirking at her.

I stand up. "Ay, chill out. You not about to talk to her like that in front of me." I say. "What you gone do? Let me guess, you gone talk shit, pull a gun on me, fill her head up with how you can treat her better and how she deserve better, then run up on me trying to throw hands but only to get yo ass knocked the fuck down cause I'm with the shits, then fuck her and have her head gassed up and telling me how less of a man I am than you. Shit is old and plaid out, mothafucka. So you might as well sit yo raggedy, rough lookin' ass down." Ant says.

I chuckle a little. "You know what, she yo wife. If she wanna take the shit, she can. But believe me, I ain't going nowhere. Imma be right here showing her how a woman supposed to be treated by a man." I say. He starts laughing. "Montana, you starting to bore the fuck outta me with these lame ass come backs of yours. Quit trying to be side nigga of the century and all that. You been right here being a dumb ass, rebound ass nigga to her since you met her. I mean, damn. You a smart ass nigga so how come you ain't figured it out yet? She not leaving me, ever." he says. I grin a little.  "Like I told her when she married you, if we meant to be together, it would be then or ten years from then. Time's ticking lil nigga, we nine and a half years in. Don't forget that shit. I meant what I said." I say, thinking back on the day I said it to her.

He laughs. "After all this shit, you really think she leaving me? If I told Jessica to flat iron the hairs on my balls she would do it. Fuck off, Montana. I own her." he says.

I shake my head. "See, there's the problem. You treat her like property. You treat her like she don't matter and like she can easily be replaced instead of like your wife. You don't treat her like your equal, then you act like a lil ass bitch when she treats you the same way. I see straight through you, Ant. You feel threatened by me and as hard as you try to fight it and deny it, you can't. You a scared ass nigga, Ant. Got too much pride to admit it, but you scared she'll leave you for me which is why you walk around like a tough ass nigga, putting on a front like you don't give a damn when in reality, me taking her from you and ways to prevent it is all your ass think about." I say, laughing to myself. He clenches his jaw then nods his head.

"Montana, she gone always be mine til the day we shrivel up and die. Know that." he says. I chuckle. "I'm sure she will be." I say, smiling wide.

"Can both of yall quit... at least in front of my kids." Jessica says, barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for disrespecting you, Jessica." I apologize. "You so full of shit. You act like ya ass a saint or a perfect nigga. Bitch, you a serial killer. You a psychotic ass, crazy ass nigga who thrives on taking lives. You probably get hard when you think of death. So, stop acting like you better than me. You just as bad as I am, you just cover the shit well. You destroyed on the fuckin' inside, my nigga." he says. "Whoa, so is this Iylana? You finna fix my life, nigga?" I sarcastically ask him.

"Naw. I'm not. But Jessica, if you ever leave me for this bitch, which I doubt, don't be shocked when he show yo ass no mercy and start knocking yo ass out." he says. "Like you do?" I ask. "Are you serious? Nigga, you beat the shit out her ass when you thought she aborted yo child! Don't try to down me for what the fuck I did when I wasn't on no type of medication and I snapped! You was fully stable and aware of that shit and you still beat her ass like a nigga in the street! Fuck outta here!" he yells. "You bringing some shit up that happened damn near a decade ago, Ant. I put my hands on her that one time all these fuckin' years ago. My son wasn't even thought of, that's how long ago it was. Why you bringing it up? That's the only thing you can think of. Other than that one time, name a time I ever hurt Jessica on purpose or made her feel less than a woman? Name one!" I snap. People so quick to throw that bullshit in my face. If she forgave me and moved forward, why the hell is it still relevant?

"You know what, shut the fuck up. Yall thirty something arguing like pussies. Stop sitting here going back and forth about who my momma should be with like she ain't here. Don't talk about that shit like she don't have a free will. I say she need to move on to a doctor ass nigga with good dıck instead of deal with yall asses." Noble says.

I suck my teeth, holding my anger in. "Noble, shut the fuck up." Ant growls at him. "Everybody shut up. Just stop it, okay? My baby laid in this fucking hospital bed in pain and all yall wanna do is argue." she says. "Don't try to win best mother in the world award." Ant yells at her.

"Fuck this shit. Bitch made ass nigga, get out my son room." I snap. "Fuck you, nigga. I ain't yo child, you don't tell me what to do." he says, plopping down on the couch next to Jessica. I shake my head. Sometimes I have dreams about murdering him in cold blood. Every time I look at his face, I imagine his brain splattering as a bullet exits the back of his head. Every time I look at my weapons, his face is the first thing that comes to mind. If it wasn't for Jessica and all the kids loving him, I would've sent his ass to his grave so many years ago. I get excited inside every time I think of him dying. I hate this nigga with so much passion.

Jessica hands Amari to Ant as he sleeps. "I'll be back." she says. "Ma, where you going?" Majesty asks. She ignores him, then walks out the room leaving everybody  confused. I will find out.

JESSICA

"Jah, what are you doing here?" I ask as I stand outside of the hospital. This boy came out of nowhere. "To apologize to Reign face to face on some real nigga shit." he answers. I raise my eyebrow. "Didn't me and Ant tell you to stay the fuck away from our daughter cause you ain't shit? And how did you know about us being in Texas?" I ask. "With all due respect, Jessica, you or Ant can't make me do shit ion wanna do." he says.

I fold my arms across my chest then raise my eyebrow. "Oh really, you punk ass pedophile?" I ask. He glares at me for a second. "She fifteen, I'm seventeen. Two year difference." he says. "Boy, you damn near eighteen and she just turned fifteen. Look, it is not up for debate. Stay from around my child and I mean it. And answer my question. How did you know we in Texas and what are you apologizing for?" I ask.

"Fuck it. Jessica, I gotta provide and a nine to five ass job ain't gone cut it for me and mine, aight? All I had to do is crash yall van and shit. Mane listen... Yall killed Tarrell. He the young nigga yall jumped. And some wild ass shit happening right now. This whole time a nigga I knew was using his twin as an alibi. His twin Johnathan is yo therapist. The twin dead now." he says. "Hold on... his twin was pretending to be him?" I ask, confused. "Yeah." he answers.

My mind drifts off to the day I had a therapy session. Johnathon's twin brother came in being obnoxious and disrespectful like a typical street nigga. It makes sense. I pull my phone out then call Johnathan.

"Hello? Jessica... I'm not at my office at the moment. I took a few days off. There was a death in my family." he dryly says. "Um... sorry to hear that." I say. "I'll talk to you later." he says, then hangs up on me.

"Why would his twin pretend to be Johnathan?" I ask. He shrugs his shoulders. "Jah, I feel like you lying." I say. "Don't have a reason to lie." he says, blankly staring at me. I shake my head, looking away. He reminds me so much of how Ant was when we met and that scares the shit out of me. I don't want Reign to be like me or be with someone like her dad. I want much better for her. I see straight through Jah and I don't want to see my daughter go through all this painful shit.

I shake my head. "Just stay away from my daughter." I demand, then walk away from him. I get in my rental car then glance at my phone. Ant texted me a few times asking me where I am. I ignore them then pull off. All I want is something to drink to ease my mind a little.

-

"Ma'am, you have to sit down." the bartender demands as I dance on top of the bar. "Noo... leave me alone." my words slur out as I continue to throw shots back. I get down the rush to the dance floor as Bring It Back starts playing.

"Bend it over, touch ya toes." I rap, grinding and making my ass clap while holding my glass. I smile as somebody wraps their arms around my waist. I continue to grind, biting my lip at the feeling of his erection.

I turn around then smirk at Montana as he stares down at me. "You drunk." he says. I wrap my arms around his neck. "No I'm not... just a little." I mumble, trying to kiss him. "I'm in love baby. Why we can't be together?" I ask. His eyes widen in shock. "Be quiet, you drunk. Come here." he demands, then picks me up. "Whatever, I'm sleepy." I mumble.

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