"Better pray to your maker, before you war with the sinner." - Rick Ross

MONTANA

I grin, laughing my ass off as I watch bullets fly past me in the pool area. I promise to god these niggas have no aim whatsoever.
"Awwwww yeah, my nigga, I been waitin' for yo mothafuckin' ass." I say, laughing as I take my gun off safety. I really get a thrill out of this shit.

"What the fuck, nigga?" Ant snaps at me. "Get Jessica and the kids and leave." I demand, pushing his stupid ass out the way. If I didn't just push him, a bullet would've struck him dead in his head. "Hurry the fuck up, shit. This ain't the time for no ego war, get ya weak ass out." I say, shooting.

I remember when Jessica met that nigga Tarrell at the club not too long ago. She was mad at Ant and wanted to make him feel how she did. His niggas jumped Ant so she jumped in. I happen to follow Jessica around or have someone following her to make sure she's always safe, so naturally, my niggas who were in the building jumped in that fight. Ever since then, I've been waiting for the perfect moment to put some hot shit in that nigga Tarrell.

"Fuck you, I don't need help." he says, easing behind the wall with Jessica in his arm. I put my fingers to my lip, motioning for him to shut up. I hear footsteps getting closer. "Get behind me." I whisper. He gets behind me, still holding Jessica. I notice Tarrell walking, looking for Ant. "Mothafucka where ya ass at? You thought you and that bitch was gone get away with jumping my ass?" he yells. I quickly step from behind the wall then pull the trigger. I watch in satisfaction as the bullet exits the back of his head, sending his dead body flying backwards into the swimming pool.

"What the fuck?" Jessica mumbles, wide eyed. It's dead bodies and blood all over this hoe. "The kids. Fuck, shit, I gotta go get my kids." Ant says, then takes off running out of here with Jessica behind him. I know the kids are fine. I had the strongest feeling something was going down so I went and got the boys coffee to keep them up, then I gave all three of them automatics incase they had to use them. If something happened, I know they handled themselves well. I have no doubts in my mind.

I quickly turn around then shoot a nigga in his face twice. I felt the mothafucka creeping up on me. The key is to remain calm and unbothered. If I would've jumped and shit, the nigga would've known I knew he was behind me. I put my hands up and police bust into the room. "Police, put your hands up where we can see them and drop the weapon, now!" one of the officers yells as he points his gun in my face along with the other five officers. "Damn, it take all yall to take little ol me to jail?" I ask, purposely throwing them off. "Shut your fucking mouth! I hope it's funny when you're in prison for multiple counts of murder!" the fat, bald officer yells, slapping the hand cuffs on my wrist. I grin. I purposely said what I said to take his mind off the most important thing which was reading me my rights. Fuck it, let the games begin.

ANT

"You guys okay?" Jessica panics, quickly picking Amari up. "I'm straight. Hold up, ma, why you bleeding?" Jessie asks, touching her stomach. My mouth drops as I stare at the dark blood on her shirt. "It's glass from the window. I'm fine, yall are all I care about. Let's go." she says.

We managed to get out the hotel without being stopped. It's so many police, news trucks, ambulances, and fire trucks outside. I'm surprised we didn't get stopped. We're driving in silence. "Tae, you remember when your daddy taught you how to give stitches incase somethin' bad happened?" Noble asks him. He nods his head yes. "No... I'm not letting him do that. He doesn't need to go through that." Jessica says through her pain. "Ma, I'm sorry shut up,  I know what I'm doing. I don't want you to bleed out and we are nowhere near a hospital so we gotta do what we gotta do. Tae is stitching you up end of discussion. Daddy, I think we passed a Walmart five minutes ago, turn around. Me and Tae gone get what you need." Noble says. I nod my head. I never saw the day I'd take my son's orders but he is right. We ain't nowhere near a hospital and Jessica is bleeding bad. Tae gotta suck it up and do it.

I watch as Tae and Noble run out the Walgreens with bags. "Mommy, it will hurt, okay? Daddy cut himself with a knife on purpose so I could practice on him. I do it right but I just don't want to hurt you." Tae mumbles. "Do what you gotta do, Tae. Fuck the pain." I say, holding Jessica's hand so she can squeeze it.

She grips my hand tight, biting her lip. He numbed it and all but she can still feel a lot of the pain. "Shit." she mumbles, squeezing my fingers. "I have a little more to go, mommy, I'm sorry." Tae mumbles, focusing on what he's doing. "I have to make sure the stitches don't come out until it heals. Daddy showed me how to make sure it's right." he adds.

Amari starts screaming and crying, pointing out the window. "Shit." I say, grabbing my gun and a couple of niggas in masks approach the van. Before I can do anything, Jessie starts shooting a gun I didn't even know he had out the window at them. I hop back over the seat then pull off, running those bitch ass niggas over in the process.

It's only one thing on my mind and that's getting my family safe. "I'm scared!" LaLa screams, crying hard along with Amari. "Daddy, we being followed!" Majesty yells, pointing. My sons start shooting as niggas in the car start shooting at us. Reign starts screaming loud as hell. "Tae?" Jessica screams at the top of his lungs. My eyes widen as I look back. He's slumped over with blood soaking his shirt. "He's dead, daddy! No, what the fuck? Why?" Reign screams, slapping his face over and over again.

I'm in a daze right now. All I hear is Jessica and the kids screaming, punching Tae, and trying to get him up. Jessica's in the back crying while breathing into his mouth. "Daddy, hurry up! Go to the hospital, mane, hurry the fuck up! Momma breathing for him, just please!" Noble yells, holding back his tears of anger and sadness. The airbag flies out then pops me in my face as I crash into a pickup truck head on. Why is this shit happening to me?

NOBLE

My eyes widen as I watch my mom give Tae CPR. He has a very small pulse. I wrap my shirt around his gun shot right below his chest then pick him up.  "What are you doing?" my mom panics. "I don't have time to wait for no fucking ambulances, just make sure daddy straight." I say. My dad crashed into a truck but nobody's worried about his ass at the moment. It's all about Tae.

Before can can say anything else, I hop out the van holding Tae while slapping him to keep him up as much as I can. The way I'm running, mothafuckas would swear I'm Usain Bolt. I run to the front of the traffic then pull the gun Montana gave me. "Bitch, get out the car!" I yell at some teenage girl. She screams as I hold the gun to the window, then watch as she hops out. "Don't kill me!" she screams. I shove her out the way then get in her car, holding Tae.

Tae starts groaning a little as I drive like a crazy person. "Stay up, lil bro, it's okay. I promise it's okay. Sing me a song." I say, turning her radio all the way up to keep him distracted.  "I need you to fight, Tae." I say, slapping his face. "Persian rugs, but she's from Nicaragua. Thought you were Persian love. Are we turning up or are we wasting time?" he weakly sings, laughing as blood rolls down his mouth. "Daddy would hurt me for singing a sex song." he says.

I laugh. "Lil nigga, you straight?" I ask. Sometimes, I really do think God be having his angels all around me and my family. I honestly don't know how my brother is strong enough to sit here and sing me a song. "I'm hurting but... but daddy said I'm supposed to go out like a G and be strong. I'm getting sleepy." he slowly says as his eyes close. I punch him in his jaw. "No!" I yell, turning into the hospital parking lot.

I run in holding him. "My lil brother got shot, he nine, somebody help me!" I yell. Nurses immediately rush over and take him. He starts screaming and crying. "Noble, come with me, I don't wanna be by myself!" he screams. "I can't, lil bruh." I say, swallowing hard. I sit down in one of the chairs, praying.

I look up as three officers swarm into the waiting room. "You are under arrest for Grand theft auto! Put your hands where I can see them!" the officer yells. I put my hand up,  shaking my head as he reads me my rights. How the fuck this shit happen so quick? Something is not right. There's no way in the hell the cops could've found out that quick without being told.

JAH

I send Reign a quick text, apologizing for what I did. I had to do it. I couldn't bring myself to kill her like I was paid to but I had to hurt her in some type of way.

"For what?" her text reads. "I did some fuck shit for money to feed my son and my lil brothers and pay my momma bills but making sure they eat is more important. Ian wanna hurt you tho but that's how I gotta feed my family bruh. Ik I'm fucked up and shit and probably be a fuck nigga towards you but I was feeling you. Don't be shocked when a nigga turn up dead, don't even cry. just know I did what I had to do by crashing into yall." I text back.

The crash was all I had to do. They wanted me to kill but I couldn't do that shit to them. I sigh, then turn around. My nigga Johnathan  points his gun at me. The only way he knew where to find Ant, which is his opp for some reason is cause he's a therapist in the day time. "What the fuck, my nigga? You a damn snake!" I snap as he takes it off saftey. A gun shot goes off. My eyes widen as his braids splatters around me and his body slumps over on me.

My eyes widen as I stare outside the door. "Let's go, nigga." my nigga says from outside the door. I quickly get out the car then rush to his car. My phone lights up. I look at the text from Reign. "Stupid fuck. You a snake and I'll kill you myself. I don't know if my little brother is dead or alive, my God dad is locked up, my mom has a big ass gash in his side, an my dad is unconscious on his way to the hospital. Just wait until I see you." it reads. I ignore it. She just don't understand how bad I struggle. I had to crash into her pops. Who the fuck else gone feed my family if I don't go out and do this type of shit to do it? The answer is nobody.

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