Question: Why everybody act like Reign can't worry about other things just because she's pregnant? Who said she ain't focused on herself and her baby just because she wanna be donkey dicked down by Qua? Lol explain this.

I'm human, btw. I go through shit too. Some of y'all have even noticed how I'm not even active on Snapchat like y'all are used to seeing. Bare with me ❤ Some of y'all also need to understand I don't owe y'all shit. I'm tired of these crusty knuckles having ass hoes coming with the smart ass remarks. Shit happens & my life don't revolve around this shit. But yeah, Amazon books coming soon.

One last thing, Rest In Peace to Fredo Santana 💔 That shit so heartbreaking to me. Crazy thing is, I used his picture to describe Tez way back in Book 1, remember? Damn.

"Now I'm like, It's a gotdamn shame. We done crashed, we done burned. But baby you the gotdamn blame." - 6LACK

QUA

"Here we go again." I say to Reign's cry baby ass. Here she is in my condo in her feelings because Chanel texted me. I told Reign that we could be friends but it's like she just can't accept that. I ain't comfortable with fucking her while she out here carrying some other nigga's baby. Even though I do care about her genuinely, it's hard as hell to overlook the obvious and that's the fact that she ain't giving birth to my child.

"What you mean by that? I didn't say shit." she says. "You didn't have to, Reign. I know you and your face is saying everything. I don't want to argue with you about shit no more. We can just be friends and if my decision is too much for you, don't even bother with coming around cause I ain't trying to stress out no pregnant woman." I say.

She sighs. "I'm not trying to trip on you, I swear I ain't trying to do that to you. No man has ever treated me with respect and care the way you have." she admits. "I'll always treat you with respect and care but you gotta do the same shit for me too. Respect how I feel and respect me as a man. The way you been talking to me when you feeling some type of way about Chanel blowing my phone up ain't about to fly. Chill out and go with the flow of shit." I say. She nods her head some. "I'll stop. Sorry for making you feel like this." she says. "We straight. We adults so I'm just communicating with you like one and telling you how I feel and where I stand with this shit." I say. She nods her head, seeming understanding.

Reign is all quiet and looking at some baby cribs on her phone. "Come here." I say. She walks over to me, seeming sad. I wrap my arms around her then kiss her cheek. "Relax. Me and you straight." I say. She nods her head. "I got some business I need to take care of right now." I tell her. Her ass just rolled her eyes straight to the back of her head. "Well, damn. Just throw me away like I ain't shit again. Let me put my shoes on and get my purse so you can drop me back off at Miguel's house." she says with an attitude. "Shut up. Chill out, Reign. I picked you up earlier so you can come handle this shit with me." I tell her. "Nigga, I ain't helping sell no damn drugs." she says.

"Watch yo mouth. I'm looking for a new place to live at and I figured I would bring you with me to look at a few of the places." I say. She eyes me suspiciously. "Did you just make that up?" she asks. "Hell naw, Reign. I need an honest opinion when it come to this shit. So, you coming with me or what? Cause if you is, we need to be leaving now." I say. "Qua, the fuck I gotta help you find a new place for? Your ass ain't finna have me putting in my input and helping your ass get the perfect place just so your trifling ass can just move some other bitch up in there with you. That shit ain't happening." she goes off.

"Reign, what the fuck? Why you doing all this extra shit?" I ask. "Cause I fucking hate my baby daddy and I wish I never got pregnant by that ain't shit ass nigga! That shit bugs me! Then, you fucked around with that goofy ass hoe Chanel and wanna play like I don't see yo dumb ass texting that bitch back right in front of my face! Now, you want me to help you find somewhere to stay! Hell naw, for what? If I ain't gon' be the one laying up in that bitch with you, the hell you needing my damn input for, nigga? How about this, ask Chanel! Take that lil dumb bitch since that's who you want now!" she goes off on me, pointing her finger all in my face. I give up. "Aight. Bye. I'm gone." I say, shrugging my shoulders. I ain't forcing her to come and I'm done arguing.

She following me to the front door of my condo. "Leave then. You don't care no way. By the time you come back, I'll be up out of this bitch! Let me call Tae and tell him to come and get me!" she says. "Call Tae? Tae ass don't even have no license. That's what we gotta talk about. I understand he just yo lil brother but right now, he in yo custody, Reign. How the hell you plan on being a momma when you just letting that nigga run wild and not giving no fuck about his whereabouts? I was riding with my brother and I saw that nigga out at three in the morning selling drugs to some crackheads." I say.

"Don't question what kind of momma I'm gon' be cause Imma be a damn good one, nigga! My motherly skills don't have shit to do with you cause it ain't your baby inside of me! No nigga need to question me about no shit like that except Drew because he is the father! I ain't Tae momma, I'm his sister! I can't run that nigga so I don't attempt to! Tae is too far gone now and that ain't my fault! He won't listen to me so stop judging me!" she goes off. I didn't judge this crazy ass girl, I'm just concerned.

"Okay. Well, this argument is done for. I'm through with this shit." I say as she glares at me. "I'm finna go looking. Lock up if you leaving." I say, opening the door. "Qua, wait. Let me grab my shoes." she says. What type of shit is this? I shake my head, watching her put her shoes on. She can be so up and down sometimes but I'm not even about to start an argument with her about it. I'll just let it be what it is. "My damn feet are swollen so they feel too tight." she mumbles, frowning. "I'll stop and get you some more shoes on the way. Let's go before I end up late." I say as she grabs her purse. About time.

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I stopped at the mall and got her a pair of some type of Adidas running shoes that she said fit her swollen ass feet good. We just got to the first apartment I'm looking at. "These apartments are nice, Qua. You and Chanel gon' love this place." her petty ass says as we follow the property manager inside of it. "Chill out." I demand. "Alright, this is the unit that I told you has an immediate move in available. Everything is updated as far as appliances and carpet goes. The washer and dryer is included but you do have the option to have your own." The woman says.

I nod my head, looking around. "It's straight. It ain't bigger than my condo but the thing is, I need more than one room. Three at the most." I say. "Good thing this unit has three bedrooms. Look at this beautiful Los Angeles view." she says, pointing out of it. I shake my head no. "It's nice but it ain't too much of my style." I admit. She forces a smile on her face then nods her head. "I'm so sorry to hear that. I do appreciate you coming by, Mr. Henderson." she says. "No problem." I say. One of the biggest issues is how I can hear every damn thing the neighbors are saying and doing. Who the fuck wants some shit like that?

We've been to different houses, apartments, and lofts. I saw a few that I liked. I'm damn near at the point of designing and getting my own house built. It'll be cheaper than luxury crib rents I pay already. Plus, that shit won't be owned by nobody but me. "Qua, we been at it for hours. I'm tired of this shit now. You are so picky. We've seen some cute places and you just won't quit with all these extra ass opinions and expectations. When my daddy showed me my apartment when he first got it, I literally agreed with no questions asked." she says. "Of course you settled for the shit since your ass ain't the one that had to pay for it. If I gotta pay for everything I got, Imma make sure it's my money's worth." I say.

"Don't say it like that. Even if my dad wasn't paying my rent, I still wouldn't have been as picky as you were being everywhere we went." she says. "You ain't ever had to be an independent adult a day in yo life. That mean you can't tell me how I'm supppsed to feel about what I gotta hustle hard to pay for. How much was yo rent before yo pops gave yo ass the boot?" I ask.

"Don't talk to me like that, rude ass nigga. It was like nine grand a month or some shit." she answers. "The fuck kind of shit that place got that had yo dad paying that much a month for a damn apartment?" I ask. "He picked it himself and liked it because it was bigger than a lot of actual houses. If he didn't feel like it was affordable for him and my mom, he wouldn't have done it." she says.

"That's a lot for renting an apartment." I say. If I ever have a daughter, I ain't doing that shit when it's her first time living on her own. It'll be a nice place but I ain't being wasteful with it when it's a possibility of her wanting to come back home. "Nigga... that's cheap for my dad. I know you don't too much know what's in his bank account so you don't get it. Just know that my parents have a whole lot of money. My dad is a big spender but my mom keeps his shit under control. If she felt like it was unmanageable, it wouldn't have happened. They discussed it." she says. I nod my head. That's good, I guess.

"So, how it feel to have a baby in you?" I ask her. "It feels okay. I'm not too thrilled about who the daddy is but it's still my baby. So, I'm happy." she says. "Imma be here." I say. I've been thinking hard on the whole thing. It is what it is. "What you mean?" she asks, looking over at me. "I'm saying I'm not leaving you hanging. Yeah, it hurts cause it ain't my baby when I want it to be but I ain't going nowhere. If you or the baby need me, I got y'all." I say.

She just started smiling. "You mean it?" she asks. "Yeah." I answer. I never would've said it if I didn't mean it. "So, what does this make us?" she asks. "Why it gotta make us something, Reign? Don't get me wrong, I do have deep feelings for you. That didn't change at all. I just don't want to be in a relationship with you at the moment." I answer. "Will it be fucked up if I have sex with you while pregnant by another man?" She asks. "Shit like that is a matter of opinion, to be honest. To me, it ain't shit wrong with it because you know how I feel about you is some real shit regardless. It would be an issue if you was fucking different niggas who don't give a fuck. That's just my personal opinion though." I answer.

"People act like I'm not supposed to live my damn life just because I'm pregnant. Wendy told me I should wait until I give birth to get some new dick." she says. "That's her opinion. At the end of the day, it's your body and your baby. People gon' always have different views." I say. "My mom married my dad the first time while she was pregnant with Tae and Tae is not his biological son." she says. "Shit, if Ant was cool with that and Montana didn't make no big deal out of it, it is what it is." I say. She smiles, nodding her head. "Fuck me then. I'm comfortable with it." she says.

"Fuck you?" I ask, parking at my condo. "Yeah, Qua... I mean, why would you not?" she asks. "Cause the bun in the oven ain't mine. For all you know, Drew could spazz over some shit like that just because it's his baby in you. I can't blame him for it though. I just ain't trying to have them issues when I could just wait until you have that nigga baby." I say. "You scared of that nigga?" she asks. "Quit fuckin' around with me like that. I whooped that nigga ass once and I'll do that again. I'm respectful though." I answer. The fuck kind of question was that? Reign just be saying anything.

We just got out of my car. "Niggas don't turn down pussy like this." she says. "I ain't niggas, baby. I'm Qua." I remind her. She starts laughing. "Smooth ass." she mumbles, making me laugh. She smiles at me as I grab her hand. "Awww, look at you." she says, blushing while I kiss her hand. Her phone just started ringing. I glance over at it. It's her old ass grandpa Nathan.

She answers it then puts it on speaker. "Hey, Grandpa Nathan!" she exclaims. "Ya sound like you happy to hear from me, young blood." he says, laughing. "Because I am. Say hi to Qua." she says. "Qua? What y'all over there doin'? You better not be getting yo damn coochie fucked." he says, making me laugh hard as hell. I swear the niggas in her family talk trash with the straightest faces. "Too late, Grandpa. I am pregnant, you know?" she reminds him. "Pregnant... wow. Time done went on by my ass." he says.

I unlock the door then walk in with her walking ahead of me. "Yeah, you getting on up there, old man." she says. "I was just calling to tell you that I finally got my will together. Pay attention, Reign. Whenever I do die, I want you to know where the will is at. I called and told your momma already. I didn't tell Ant cause his ass don't like talking about death." he says. "Huh? Grandpa, quit talking about dying. You're healthy." she says. "I know but Reign I ain't young no more. I was fifty eight when I met your dad in prison so you do the math. Life ain't gonna last forever." he says. Damn, this some deep shit.

"I know that, Grandpa. I just know you are not dying no time soon." she says. "I don't plan to but you never know. Anyway, when I go, I want Majesty to have my condoms and viagra." he says, laughing. "Grandpa, quit playing." she demands, laughing some. "I'm just clowning , Reign. Anyway, I put the baby you got on the way in my will too. I just needed you to know that. My wife will only get a small portion if I die before her." he says. Damn. "Why is that?" Reign asks. "Your momma and Ant getting most of it and a lot of it will go to you kids and my great grandkids. That's because your parents put me back on my feet a long, long time ago." he explains.

"Okay. Just text me where it's going to be, okay? I'll come see you tomorrow." she says. "Alright. Hint, it's somewhere I always got with me and it'll be in a couple other places. I'll let you know when I ain't on speaker phone." he says. "Okay, Grandpa. I love you so much." she says. "I love you too, baby. Do me a favor and talk to your momma and your brother Presley too. You'll need your momma even more than you can imagine with this baby on the way. I know you don't want her to miss you having it. Presley is your brother too, Reign. Y'all need to call that quits." he says. "I'll try." she says. "Okay. Peace out." his old ass says.

Reign hangs up the phone then looks at me. "What?" I ask. "Why is he talking about death?" she asks. "I don't know. I can't blame him, though. I mean... Reign, he is old and that shit is a part of life." I answer. "What is?" she asks. "Death. That shit is inevitable. He a smart man for having a will. When wealthy people die, their families fall apart. That shit be happing every single day. I bet your momma and yo dad got wills." I say. "I've never asked but my dad probably does because of how dangerous his life has been." she says.

"Enough of that death shit. I'm finna call yo brother back." I tell her. "Which brother?" she asks. "Majesty." I answer, dialing his number. "Okay, tell him I said hey." she says. I nod my head. "Wassup?" He asks, choking. "You smoking and didn't invite me, nigga?" I ask. He starts laughing, coughing some. "Who was finna wait that long for you? I'm busy anyway." he answers. "Oh, shit. Yo wife Shai got you stressed out? Nigga, how you fold like that just cause that mane pulled a gun on you at the dinner, bruh?" I ask.

Reign face palms herself, looking like she can't believe I just asked him that. "I didn't fold on shit. I had left my gun in the car, it was my brother wedding and shit, and it wasn't even the place for that." he explains. "Bullshit. Bruh, look who yo dad, yo uncle, yo grandpa, yo momma, and yo granddad is. Nigga, you didn't have a damn thing to be worried about." I joke. "Nigga, fuck you. Drew ain't no concern of mine. I'm fucking with Ashley on some heavy shit so I ain't worried about his bitch now. If I wasn't with who I'm with, I would've still been fucking the shit out his wife whenever and however." he says.

"That shit gon' blow up on y'all, mane. It's only a matter of time." I warn him. "Keep the warning. I'm through with the broad." he says. Reign gets down on her knees in front of me, grabbing on my dick. "Real shit, even if you done fucking her, the truth still gotta be revealed. It ain't too much you can hide before it blow up." I say, looking down at his sister while she sucks the shit out of my dick. Reign just went straight for the deep throat on a nigga.

"I ain't concerned." he says. "Shit... Look, what you doing later on?" I ask, watching Reign spit on my dick. Fuck, she making it so sloppy and I love this shit. "Nothing. I'm waiting for Ashley to come out the house. We finna go get something to eat and maybe go to my house. I'll let you know when we on the way. So, you and Reign can pull up." he says. "Bet. You want us to come kick it with you and yo girl?" I ask. "Yeah. Ashley cool as a bitch, bruh. She said she want to get to know my friends and family better so we can link up today. Bring me some 1800 and get Ashley a Coke and any kind of Rum. She don't care. I'll give you the money for it." he says.

"Don't worry about the money. So, you and Ashley the real thing, huh?" I ask. "Hell yeah. She been the real thing to me, though. She just ain't my secret no more since I already brought her around. Hit me up when y'all on the way." he says. "Bet." I say, glancing down at Reign while she sucks me off. I hang up the phone, looking down at her. "Why you wanna play, Reign?" I ask her. Damn, this shit feels good. She starts swirling her tongue around the head of my dick. Shit, I ain't stopping her now. I need a stress reliever.

I pull out of her mouth then pick her up. I'm kissing her lips while I carry her back to my room. I'm kissing and sucking on her neck while I lay her down. We still kissing and I'm between her legs, just grinding my dick on her a little. "Take that shit off." I say to her, pulling my shirt over my head. I'm sitting up, watching her take everything off. She slides her panties down then throws them. "Yo panties sexy as hell... that's for me?" I ask her, hovering over her. "It's always for you." she answers, looking in my eyes. I have noticed all the extra effort she'll put in when she knows I'll be around. I just don't say nothing but I fuck with it.

I'm down, eating her pussy. All that can be heard in here is me slurping and her light moans. I lean up then kiss her lips. "Fuck me, please, Qua." she begs. I look down between her legs, smirking. "You wet like that for me? Damn, I didn't know I had it like that." I joke, making her laugh. "Hell yeah." she answers. I get out of the bed then walk over to where my wallet is so I can grab a condom. "Why you wrapping up if I'm already pregnant?" she asks. "Because you pregnant. I'm clean but it's just a respect thing." I answer. I figured she would want me to use a condom considering the fact that it ain't my baby in her.

"You don't have to use it." she says, watching me open it. I slide it down on my dick. "Why not?" I ask. "You acting like I have an STD. All of the other times we almost fucked, your dick was as naked as the day you were born. So, why a condom now?" she asks. "I just wanna wear a condom, mane, damn." I answer. She rolls her eyes as she spreads her legs. Damn, I bet she would try to trap me with a baby if she could.

I'm between her legs, making sure I don't put my body weight on the baby. "Quit closing your legs up on me." I demand, doing mini strokes to get my dick inside of her. "It hurts. You don't have the smallest dick in the world, in case you haven't realized that." she mumbles. I kiss her lips, grabbing her thigh and holding it in a way that she can't move at all. She just gotta take it. "It won't even hurt in a minute. You acting like a virgin." I say, chuckling.

I just stroked half of it in her. Her legs are already shaking like she nervous and she just dug her nails in my shoulders. "Relax, Reign. What's wrong?" I ask her. "It just hurts. I'm trying to relax." she answer. "You wanna stop?" I ask. She shakes her head no. I'm stroking just a little but not all the way. She gasps a little, looking in my eyes. I lean down then kiss her, still stroking some. Her pussy is tight as hell. She wraps her arms around me, moaning and groaning some while I go in deeper. "Oh, shit! That hurt." she says, laughing. Damn, she talked all that bullshit about how she wanted to fuck me so bad but I can't even go deep on her ass. I ain't falling for it no more. She can't take dick.

"This pussy good, baby." I mumble, fucking her faster. Her body is more relaxed now and the pussy got wetter. Her eyes are closed while she moans some. I pull out of her. I'm pulling her legs over my shoulders to where her feet are beside my head. "Shit." she curses while I stroke back into her. Now, I'm tearing her shit up while she moans. Damn, her pussy so damn good. It's tight and she wet so that shit is a plus. All of her moans ain't doing shit but hyping me up more.

I pull out of her then pull the condom off. "What you doing?" she asks me. "I gotta see how that shit feel without the rubber on." I answer, grabbing her by her neck lightly and pulling her up to face me. "Sit on this dick." I demand. She starts blushing. "Come on." I demand, pulling her face closer for a kiss. I'm so damn horny. I've been wanting to fuck Reign for the longest. The only reason I'm going easy on her is because I'm too nervous about her getting boned while she pregnant and her shit so tight and I'm afraid to end up tearing her down there.

She grabs the base of my dick, holding it straight up. "It's so big." she says. "Shut up and take it." I say. She winces some while she slides down on it. "Now, ride me." I demand, wrapping my arms around her waist. She starts grinding back and forth, moaning loud as hell. I understand she getting more pleasure from this grinding shit than I am, but it's all good. "Up and down." I coach her. She puts both of her hands on my chest while she bounces on me. I grip her ass then lift her up, slamming her right back down on it. I gotta teach her some shit her lame ass baby daddy wouldn't teach her ass.

"Mhmm... right there, Qua." she moans while I hit it and nibble on her nipple at the same time. I pull out then roll her over on her side. I can hear her breathing heavy while I lift her leg up. "Oh my... fuck." she moans loudly while I go in from the side, pulling on her hair in the process. "I'm finna nut." I tell her, closing my eyes while I speed up my strokes. "In my mouth." she shyly says, watching me pull out. I lean closer to her, stroking my dick while I nut in her mouth and on her titties. "That shit felt so good." I tell her, climbing out of the bed. I walk into the bathroom then grab a towel to clean her off with. Damn. "Whoowee, you hurt me but it felt so damn good. So, I'm confused." she says, laughing and blushing. "This all you took." I tell her, pointing at half of my dick. That's all I felt like she could handle.

"Damn, Qua. It felt like the whole thing. Let's shower." she says, wiping her titties off. "Come on." I say, picking her up. "Gimme a kiss." she says. I kiss her cheek as I carry her into my bathroom. I sit her down. "Turn on the water." I say, walking out. I hear my phone ringing. "Go ahead and answer that bitch ass hoe Chanel!" she snaps on me, slamming the door behind me. I ignore her as I walk over to my nightstand where I left both of my phones at. It's Ant calling. I wonder what this nigga wants.

I answer it then sit on the bed. "Sup?" I ask. "You at home?" he asks. "Yeah, what is it?" I ask. It can't be nothing serious if he called my personal phone and not the burner phone. "When you gon' be free, nigga? I got some shit for you." he says. "Come through in an hour then." I say. "Cool." he says, hanging up the phone. My phone is ringing again and this time it' a number that I've never seen. It has a California area code, though. "Hello?" I answer it. It's dead silent. "Who the fuck is this playing on my phone?" I ask, shaking my head. It's probably Chanel on some lame ass shit, as usual. I can't shake her stupid ass and all the games she'll play on my phone. "This is Shai." she answers.

"Huh? Shai? How the fuck you get my number?" I ask. I'm so damn confused. "Out of Majesty's phone. I memorized it after seeing you call him over the months in case of emergency." she answers. This bitch is crazy. Now, I have to get a new phone number. I don't want no parts with Drew when it comes to his loose pussy having ass wife. "Why you on my line?" I ask her. "Can we meet and talk?" she asks. "You must've lost yo damn mind?" I ask. "Not like that, Qua. It's regarding Majesty." she says. "What's regarding Majesty that you can't tell me on the phone? He got rid of you what, a week ago, right? Why you worried about this nigga still?" I ask. "Fine. He has blocked my phone number and he doesn't answer his phone when I call from an app. So, when something happens, don't forget I tried to warn you guys." she says. "I ain't worried about it." I say, hanging up. I block her number then look up at Reign while she glares a hole through me.

"What?" I ask. "Who was that?" she asks. "An unwanted caller and yo dad." I answer. "What unwanted caller?" she asks. "Shai called on some weird shit." I answer, standing up and walking into the bathroom. "The fuck Shai calling your phone for? Qua, are you fucking that bitch just like my brother was? I'll slap the shit out of your ass!" Reign snaps on me. "Chill out, Reign. Ain't nobody but Majesty and Drew fucking on that bitch." I tell her, shaking my head. "When I see her, I'm gon' beat her ass for even being comfortable enough to hit you up and tell you any damn thing." she says. "No you ain't. You pregnant. Act like it." I say, washing my feet.

She sighs. "Maybe, I should give my baby up for adoption. I'm not mommy material." she says. "You gotta start being more strong minded than that. You sound crazy, Reign. You gon' be that selfish just because you don't want to mature and make some changes to your life?" I ask. "I'm not being selfish. Me not keeping the baby is for the best." she says. "Naw, that's selfish. How you know that nigga want his baby given up for adoption, Reign? Some shit is just foul. If you ain't trying to woman up, at least let that nigga get full custody. You come from a rich family that can give that baby the world. So, why the fuck would you give the baby up to possibly struggle? That shit is selfish as hell to me." I admit. It's my opinion and I don't care if she got offended.

"I don't know what to do with a baby, Qua. I don't." she says, in tears. "You'll learn. You got so much help. A lot of women who get pregnant and don't have no money or no help still keep the babies and they make a way. You got the whole world. Quit trying to throw yo issues away. Honestly, I can't stand a weak woman. You really willing to give yo baby up and not even try?" I ask. "That doesn't make me a weak woman. I smoke weed, I drink, I party, and I live my life however I want to live it. A child will only slow me down, Qua. I'm only twenty one." she says. I shake my head, stepping out of the shower. "You know what, at first, I wished that baby was mine. Now, I'm so damn glad it ain't. You sound dumb, childish, and weak as hell if you really willing to put partying and bullshit over yo own flesh and blood. This gon' be a long ass eighteen years for Drew, bruh. I'll take you back to Miguel house in a minute. I don't know what else to say to you right now." I tell her straight up.

"So, you want to judge me? I love my baby that's growing inside of me. I've just been considering giving her or him up for adoption for their own sake. I'm unstable, Qualynn! I'm so fucking out of control! My momma was way past out of control my whole life and so was my dad! So, I'm so fucking sorry for not wanting to bring my issues and fuck up my child's life! I love this baby which is why he or she deserves better than me!" she screams at me. "Like I said, I don't like weak women. You knew all this shit when you was fucking with no condom. So, I ain't trying to hear it, mane. At least give the baby up to Drew." I say, shaking my head. I'm so damn disgusted by this shit. Who the hell uses being a smoker, drinker, and party lover as their excuse for wanting to abandon their unborn? Is this really the girl I fell hard for?

"Fine. Since you wanna act like you perfect, just don't talk to me." she says. "Okay." I say. She starts crying. "Qua, really? Don't act like this. Try to understand my pain." she says. "If your reason wasn't a bunch of dumb, selfish shit, I could try to understand." I say. She wraps her arms around me. "Please." she begs. "Put yo clothes on. Imma take you back to Miguel." I say, walking away from her. I never really realized how childish she can be until now.

I just finished getting dressed. I'm in the kitchen. I can somewhat hear her in my room talking on the phone. I'm quietly walking back so I can listen in. "Yes, Miguel. He fucked the shit out of me and now he mad at me." she lowly says into the phone, sniffling. I don't know what Miguel just said back to her. "Yes, nigga. We finally had sex and it was the best ever. But that shit doesn't even matter. He can't stand me." she says. "I can stand you." I say, walking in the room. She gasps as she hangs up the phone. "Nobody was talking about you." she lies. "If you say so." I say.

She sighs, standing up. "Well, I'm dressed now. I'm ready." she says. "I didn't try to come off harsh." I say. "It's your opinion." she says. "And maybe, I worded things wrong. I'm just scared to be a bad mom." she says. Somebody just started knocking on the door, cutting this conversation short. "Hold that thought." I say, walking out of my room.

I look out of the peephole then open the door for Ant and Jessica. Both of them are dressed in black and red. She in a dress and he got on a suit. "Wassup? Why y'all come through dressed liked the Mob?" I ask, stepping aside for them to come in. It's good to see them trying to work shit out. "We heading out somewhere. Here." he says, grabbing something out of Jessica's purse. I open the envelope. My eyes widen. It's nothing but stacks of hundreds in here. Jessica pulls out five more of the same envelopes then hands them to me. "This $750,000.00" he says. "For what?" I ask. It's a lot of fucking money but for what?

Jessica sits on my couch then crosses her legs. "For nothing. Get out the game. Put that towards a business and Jessica here to help you out." he says. "Huh? I ain't ready to get out the game yet." I say. "That's a start for some legal money to start flowing. That's my part I'm putting in for you. You take care of the rest. I'm about done with the game, honestly. I just wanna enjoy my wife, kids, and grandkids." he admits, surprising me.

"You serious?" I ask. "Yeah. It'll take some time but I'm cleaning all the money and whoever come in the way of what me and Jessica trying to do just simply gotta die." he says. I nod my head. "Damn. But why you investing in me? What, you want something in return?" I ask. "Nah. Just take care of my daughter." he answers. "Hold up... you giving me this shit to make some legal money and be a family man for Reign? That ain't how it works." I say. "Did I say all that? I just ain't no dumb ass. You ain't fooling me with that pride shit you doing when it come to y'all situation. You just hurt." he says. What the fuck got into Ant? He go to church now?

"You got saved or something?" I ask, making Jessica laugh. "I got saved a long time ago. I'm a sinner but I love God. What's yo point?" he asks, making me and Jessica laugh harder. "We love God, like he said." Jessica says. I nod my head, watching Reign walk in here looking confused. "You didn't tell me they would be here." she says. Jessica stands up. "Well, nice to see you." she bluntly says, walking to the door. She opens it then pauses. "Scoot over, bitch. Let me in." a familiar voice says. My eyes widen as my momma storms in here. When the fuck she get out of jail?

"Bitch? Qua, who is this hoe?" Jessica asks, kicking her heels off and handing her purse to Ant. "Chill out. Vanita, what you doing here?" I ask, getting between her and Jessica. "Vanita? When we get on a first name basis? I'm your mother. I'm fresh out and I'm hungry. What's in this bitch to eat? Move, hoe." she says to Jessica. "Qua, get ya strange ass momma." Jessica demands.

"Or what?" she asks Jessica. "Or nothing. Qua, get your momma." Ant demands. I haven't seen my momma in years. I talked to her for the first time in a long time months ago when she said she would be coming home soon and that was that. I gave her this address in hopes of already having a new place so she could just come here and realize I don't even live here. That failed because she obviously got released sooner than I thought she would've.

"Hey, sexy. You are fine as hell. What's your name, handsome?" she asks, getting all up on Ant. Jessica draws back then swings, knocking her down. My momma jumps up, snatching the shit out of Jessica by her hair. Both of them are throwing hands like two grown ass men in the middle of my floor. I knew Jessica would snap the second she flirted with Ant. She don't play behind that nigga. This shit is so fucked up.

"Qua, get your damn momma before I beat her ass too!" Reign screams in my face. I ignore her while I watch them fight. Ant picks Jessica up. She kicks the shit out of the side of my momma's head. "Bitch!" my momma yells, grabbing Jessica by the leg and dragging her back to the floor. Jessica rolls over, throwing some Mike Tyson in his prime looking ass punches. "Damn." Ant mumbles, watching my momma's head bounce up and down on the floor while Jessica punches her like she ain't shit.

My momma digs her nails in Jessica's back, flipping them over. Damn, during that flip, neither one of them stopped throwing punches. "Hoe, let my momma hair go, bitch!" Reign screams, kicking and punching. "Reign, cut that shit out! Yo momma got it! You pregnant! Sit yo ass down!" Ant snaps on her, picking her up while she tries to fight too. Jessica don't need her manly ass to help her. She got it.

"Bitch, don't you ever fix yo mouth to flirt with my husband again!" Jessica screams, stomping on my momma. My momma just punched the shit out of Jessica in her chest. "Hoe!" she yells, breathing heavily. Jessica stands up then looks at her hands. "Stupid bitch made me fuck up my two hundred dollar nails and my five thousand dollar bracelet." Jessica says, swinging all over again. Damn.

I quickly grab my momma while Ant gets Jessica. "Why you just let them fight? Why did y'all just let them fight? Why?" Reign yells at me and Ant. I ignore her while I look at my floor. It's blood and weave on my shit. My momma's face is fucked all the way up. Jessica caught that work from my momma too though. I've never seen women fight like this and I've never known Jessica to have a head up competitor in a fight until now. They both won this shit. Jessica is just ten times stronger and faster though.

"What you staring at, bitch? Son, you ain't tell me you got a lil nutty hoe pregnant." my momma says, looking at Reign. "It ain't even his baby, dumb ass bitch." Reign says. "Okay, you playing house with a bitch that's pregnant for another nigga? You are so stupid." she says. "Trifling hoe. You wasn't there for Qua no gotdamn way so you don't even need to worry about this baby, even if it ain't your son's." Reign says. "Exactly. Crusty ass bitch. Don't worry about my daughter or my fucking grandchild she carrying. Your son can play house with whoever the fuck he want to. If you wasn't a dumb bitch who played house with inmates most of his life, maybe, you'd know more about his ass." Jessica goes off.

"Hoe, watch your mouth. You don't know shit about me or my son." my momma says. "The same son that damn near grew up in my damn house and lived in my cousin in law's house until he became grown enough to move out? Yeah, I know plenty about your ass. Stupid bitch." Jessica says, circling my momma like she an animal that's ready to pounce. "Stop." Ant demands. When did Jessica even find out Tez legally took me in?

My momma starts laughing some. "Son, this lil hoe gon' break yo heart. You can't compete with the baby daddy. Why you let this hoe attack me and not do shit? You put these bitches over me?" she yells. "Do not disrespect them. You pissing me off." I warn her. "I don't give a shit, you little bitch!" she yells at me. I pick her up then throw her over my shoulder. "Put me down, Qualynn!" she yells while I carry her to the door. I open it then carry her out my condo and to the stairs. "Bitch." I say, throwing her down the stairs. "Fuck, I hate that bitch, bruh! Damn!" I snap, punching the rail.

"Qua, Qua, come back in here!" Jessica demands, trying to stop me from punching shit. I'm so damn mad. "Qua, please, calm down." Reign begs, crying while she wraps her arms around me. "Get the fuck up off me!" I demand, moving her away. I walk down the stairs and past my momma while she lays on them, groaning in pain and shit. Fuck all this bullshit. I gotta get out of here before I lose it on her ass and that's real shit. I can barely look at her without wanting to jaw the shit out of her.

JESSIE

I'm off work and KeKe got my daughter for me. So, I've been at home and relaxing all day. I need to call Eriona back. We talk on the phone a lot and we text when we can but we haven't had sex since a while back. I'm in the mood to see her right now. I might just take her out and talk face to face instead of talking on the phone.

I'm listening to the phone ring now. "Hey boo." she says. "So, I'm your boo now?" I ask, sitting up. "Are you?" she flirts with me. I chuckle. "Quit flirting with me before you get me started. I wanna see you. Send me a picture." I say. She starts laughing. "Okay, Jessie." she says. I can tell she over there blushing and shit. I always make her smile.

"Did you get it yet?" she asks. I look down at my phone. My eyes widen some. She just sent me a mirror picture of her naked with her leg up on the sink. Plus, I can see the pussy too. "Damn, now my dick hard." I admit, looking down at it. "I miss you." she says. "How bad?" I ask. "A lot." she answers. "I'll be there in thirty minutes." I say, getting out of the bed. "I'll be ready." she says, making me smile some. I like how she didn't feed me a bunch of bullshit and welcomed me with open legs instead. She already know what I'm coming to do.

"Okay. I'm finna put some clothes on. I'll be on the way." I say. "Cool, see you then." she says. "You too. Have some clothes laid out. After I tear yo ass up one good time, we going to get something to eat or whatever else you want to do." I say. "Are you asking me out on a date?" she asks. "Yeah. Be ready." I say, hanging up and not giving her a chance to respond. Why else would I want to take her out with me? It's obviously a date.

-

I just pulled up in thirty minutes like I said I would. I get out of my car then look around, just checking out my surroundings. I walk to the front then open the door. She already unlocked it for me when I texted her and said I was about to pull up. I close and lock the door then walk up the stairs. "Eriona? Wassup?" I ask, walking in her bedroom. She ain't wearing nothing but matching light pink lingerie. "Heeeey!" she exclaims, wrapping her arms around me. I wrap my arms around her, grabbing her ass in the process. "Wassup?" I ask, kissing her on her neck.

"Nothing really. I'm so happy to see you." She says. "I'm glad to see you too." I admit, kicking my shoes off. "How's your family and your little girl doing?" she asks. "They good. How you been?" I ask. "I'm okay too." she answers, giving me a kiss. I lay her down on the bed then kiss her again. "So..." I say, reaching in her panties. Damn, she wet like this for me already.

"So, what?" she asks, spreading her legs further apart. I grab her panties then pull them down. "So..." I say again, putting my head between her legs. She got a pretty pussy to me. It ain't thin by any means necessary and that's why I love it. I stick my finger in her while I suck on nothing but her clit. She holding me here by my hair while she curses and moans. I love eating pussy. I swear it's my shit.

I pull away so I can take my pants off. "Use a condom this time." she says. "I didn't bring none." I say. I didn't actually plan on having sex with her until after we got done eating out and I was planning on buying some more condoms then. "Well, pull out of me. I'm not on birth control, rememeber?" she asks. I nod my head, kissing her. I was pulling out anyway.

-

We did our thing. I'm feeling rejuvenated as hell now. "Do I have the best pussy you've ever had?" she asks me as she steps out of the shower. That was so random. "Naw." I answer truthfully. She gasps. "So, those moans and compliments you give while we have sex aren't real?" she asks. "It be real. I don't do fake shit. I didn't say nothing bad about sex with you, it's just not the best sex I've ever had. It ain't a bad thing. I'm just a former hoe, to be honest. I've had a lot of sex with a lot of women. So, you really can't be mad about not being the best I ever had." I explain.

"Dang, now I feel self conscious." she says. "For what, Eriona? You don't have a reason to be like that. I'm twenty three years old and I grew up wild. Can you blame me for having sex with a lot of women in my past?" I ask. I was a young nigga fucking bitches that were my momma's age. That was experienced pussy. That was probably the best pussy I've ever had simply because they knew exactly how to please me without needing guidance. Eriona was fucking with a lame ass nigga and I gotta teach her some things.

"So, was it not good at all?" she asks. "Good as hell, just not the best." I answer. "So, what makes everyone in your past better?" she asks. "I didn't ever say that everybody was better. As far as tightness goes, you and my baby momma got that in the bag. Rest in peace to her. But yeah, you tight as hell, you be wet but not wet enough. All you need to do is quit overthinking and let shit happen and be you when we have sex. Oh, and whenever you learn how to really just ride me and throw yo ass back on me real good, you'll be the best." I say, imagining it. Damn, and she got a fat ass.

"Men and these expectations are fucking ridiculous." she says. I smile at her. "You asked a question. Be glad I told you the truth. Women got expectations too." I say. "Not like men." she says. "Y'all expect a nigga to have a big ass horse dick, big ass muscles like a body builder, and to be at least six feet tall. Y'all want model ass niggas with pretty eyes and curly hair." I say. "First of all, your dick is big and you are a little over six feet tall. You also have a strong body structure. Your eyes are sexy and you have some long, curly hair. So, those expectations you speak of are already met." she says. "Quit worrying about the pussy I got in the past. That shit is just that, the past." I say.

She smiles a little bit. "Sure. So, where are we about to go? she asks. "Wherever you want to go." I answer, shrugging my shoulders. "I wanna go to Miami then." she answers, laughing. "Aight. Let me see if my momma will keep my daughter then. I want to try some Stone Crabs at this place called Joe's Stone Crab they got out there. My Granddad said that shit is good." I say. Her mouth is hanging open for some reason.

"I was joking. Are you really trying to take me to Miami? Dang, your family got it like that?" she asks, making me frown. "Eriona, I'm my own man, for the last time. I depend on myself and whatever my parents do is just a plus. If I take you to Miami, it'll be with my own money that I worked my ass off for, not with theirs." I say, clearing that shit up. I work too hard for that.

"Wait... so, you really want to take me there?" she asks. "If that's where you want to go. I set a budget for each month and I haven't really spent shit lately so I have some extra spending money. Jelena don't need nothing and I'm off the next two days. So, what you wanna do?" I ask. "I took off too because I just need a break." she says. "We going to Miami?" I ask. "Yes, but only if Jelena can come as well." she says, grinning. "No, my daughter ain't coming with us. She don't know you. She probably won't even remember meeting you at the party." I say. "She should get to know me because I'm possibly carrying her baby brother or sister." she says.

"What the fuck you just say to me?" I ask. "I think I'm pregnant, Jessie. I missed my period." she says. "Pregnant by who? You a nurse, Eriona. You know that a missed period don't always equal pregnancy. It could just be a little late. Who said that's my baby? We fucked after you put your ex out. What if that's his baby if you are pregnant?" I ask. "If I'm pregnant, I'm positive the baby is yours, okay? My stomach has had a crampy feeling, I've been spotting blood a little, and my nipples are very sore." she says.

"Those are signs of your period coming too. You know this." I say. I'm not too quick to think somebody's pregnant because I deal with this bullshit damn near everyday of my life. Pregnancy symptoms are the same as so many other things that could be wrong. "My body never feels like this. I do not want to be pregnant, Jessie. I really don't." she says. "I don't want you to be pregnant." I say. I've been a father since before my life could even get started good. I was basically still a child. I do not want or need a Jelena number two. I'm cool on that unless Oprah, Allyson Felix, or Venus Williams ask me for my seed.
It's possible.

"Now isn't a good time for a baby. I agree with you, Jessie." she says. I nod my head. "Let's just get a pregnancy test and go from there." I suggest. "I already bought one. I just haven't taken it. Come in the bathroom. I'm about to take it now." she says. I nod my head. I just followed her into her bathroom. She grabs a CVS bag off the counter then takes the test out. "Two lines equals pregnancy." she says, reading the box.

I nod my head, watching her take it out of the box. She pulls her pants down then grabs a little cup off of the counter. "You so stuck up. Just piss on the stick. Why you finna piss in a cup and dip it?" I ask. She starts laughing. "Shut up. If I am pregnant, Jessie, what will you want to do?" she asks. I shrug my shoulders. "I don't want a baby, honestly, Eriona. That ain't up to me, though. I'm against abortion if I'm the one that fucked around and nutted in you but if that's the decision you choose to make, I won't stop you. I ain't with it though." I say.

She nods her head, peeing in the cup. I watch as she sticks the test in the cup. "You know pregnancy tests can be wrong?" I ask. "Of course but it's a start. Do you want me to get a blood test?" she asks. "Nope, let's just see how this goes." I say. She takes a deep breath then pulls the test out of her pee. She gasps. "Jessie..." she mumbles, staring at it. "What?" I ask. "There's two lines." she answers, shocking me.

"Let me see that." I demand. She hands it to me. It has one visible line and another that's halfway there but very light colored and confusing. "This ain't a full two lines. This can't be accurate. This test is cheap anyway." I say. It's one of the ones that probably costed a dollar or two. Those really can't be too much trusted. "That's two lines." she says. "Eriona, yo ass ain't pregnant. That's just a fart you got in you." I say, chuckling. I ain't trusting this shit. I'll believe it when I see a legitimate clinical pregnancy test get taken because those are usually very accurate.

"Cheap has nothing to do with it. I told you I missed my period and my body is doing strange things that have never happened to me." she says. "We can just get a better test than that. If we get two lines, then, we can just see what we gotta do." I say. I really don't think she pregnant. How the fuck am I supposed to even explain it to Jelena if that test wasn't tweaking and she really is pregnant?

"Why you so quiet?" she asks, washing her hands. "Just thinking." I answer. "About what?" she asks. "I don't think you even pregnant but I'm thinking about what'll happen if you are. I'm mainly worried about my lil girl and my career. I'm starting medical school soon trying to knock it out and become a doctor to show my lil brothers and sisters a better example and shit. I'm content with Jelena too. Another one ain't in my plans." I admit.

"We created this child regardless." she says. "I ain't a deadbeat. If I could accept responsibility at eighteen years old as a young, single father, I can do it now." I say. She nods her head, wiping tears from her eyes. "I'm just so afraid." she admits, crying harder. I wrap my arms around her. "Don't be. If you really are pregnant by me, I'll be here. Don't trip." I say. I'm not into abandoning kids. As a teenager, my dad paid for a girl I supposedly got pregnant to get an abortion. I won't even suggest that shit to Eriona.

"How you feel about child support?" I ask. "If the father isn't there, hell yeah, he should be on it. Taking care of a child full time is a job." she says. "I'm a single parent so I get why real mothers want child support, honestly." I say. I'll never knock a woman for putting a man on child support if he ain't doing shit.

"Yeah, I've seen how hard it is. I pray I never experienced it." she says. "Let's go eat." I change the subject. Fuck. I can't even express how bad I don't want her to be pregnant by me. Jelena is stressful enough.

DREW

I took a mini trip to New York to think after the fucked up dinner after KeKe got married. I wondered if I was tweaking or not. It is what it is now. Shai ain't good for me because she had me ready to shoot a nigga in front of his family that won't hesitate to take my ass out. She ain't worth that to me no more. She is a sneaky ass bitch and I can't stand that shit. She knew when, where, and how I was doing my dirt but she too much of a punk ass hoe to admit she doing wrong when I know there is somebody else.

I'm back at the house now. "The fuck?" I mumble, walking through my crib. It's decorated romantically as hell. I walk up the stairs and into my bedroom. Shai is lighting candles, wearing red lingerie. The panties are swallowing her fat ass. Damn, why have I never realized how sexy Shai actually is? "Damn." I say, getting behind her. She turns to face me then kisses my lips. "I'm sorry for everything... all of the confusion. Let's start over and just love one another the right way." she says. "Only way that can happen is if everything get put out on the table." I say. She nods her head.

"I fucked up, Osaze. I did a lot of things that I shouldn't have done. Let me say that I love you, first." she says. "Mane, I love you too." I admit. "Please, just stay calm, okay? Please." she begs, tearing up some. "Shai, what? What you need to say to me?" I ask her. "I had sex with another man and I loved it, you little bitch. You thought it was okay for you to get another woman pregnant and laugh about it? Well, check this out. I fucked him numerous times. When you thought I was one place, I was with him, sucking and fucking him in any type of way that he wanted. In exchange, he was taking great care of me. He was doing everything that you weren't doing for me. He bought all of the jewelry, the clothes, and the shoes. He took me on a trip as well. And you want to know what else? He's your baby momma's big brother. Now, take that." she says, glaring at me.

I smile at her as she breathes heavily. Now, I'm full blown laughing my ass off. "Shai, quit lying." I say. I really don't even believe her ass. Shai is just saying a shitload of bullshit to be spiteful to me so I ain't even tripping. "What the fuck's funny?" she asks. "You." I answer. "Fuck off with that. Quit saying shit like that cause you mad. You trying to make shit get dangerous?" I ask. "I don't care if it gets dangerous. Now you know." she says. "Oh, you serious?" I ask. "On my mother's life, I'm serious." she answers. I chuckle, nodding my head. I knew it and didn't want to believe it. Damn.

"So, you really fucked off?" I ask. "Yep." she answers. "What got you feeling bold enough to look a nigga in the eyes and say all this stupid ass shit? Matter of fact, you won, babygirl." I say. "Good." she says, seeming confused by my reaction. I'm mad as hell inside but I ain't letting her see me sweat. I'm not putting my hands on this dumb bitch because she not worth me getting locked up for no domestic violence. I'm just through.

"You can take the lil funky ass lingerie you wearing and walk to Majesty house and let him fuck you in it." I say. "I'm not walking anywhere. Get your ass out of my house." she demands. Now, I'm laughing my whole entire ass off. "Yo house? Bitch, this my fucking crib, you just live in this mothafucka. Matter of fact, hoe, pack yo shit up and bounce. Ease on down the road." I say back. Fuck she mean get out her house? My name on everything and I pay this shit around here.

"No." she says. "Fine. Don't go." I say, pushing her out my way. "Don't push me!" she screams at me, punching me. I grab her neck then throw her across the room. "Bitch, I promise on my sister life this ain't the time for yo lil stupid ass to put yo hands on me. I'll break yo fucking jaw, Shai. Chill yo lil hoe ass out, bitch!" I snap on her. "Watch your mouth!" she screams. I ignore her while I walk in the closet. I swear I'm through with that hoe. I ain't even finna trip about this dumb ass shit right here. Mothafuckas can't be trusted and that's what it is.

ANT

"Damn... you just had to fight his momma." I say to Jessica. We just got to her house since we do still have separate houses right now. We sitting at the dinner table, chilling. "That bitch should've left me the fuck alone then." she says, standing up. "Jessica, why you bleeding? You on your period?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. She got blood stuck in the chair and everything. "What?" she asks, looking down at it. She gasps then sighs. "The fuck going on?" I ask as her eyes tear up. "Ant, I had an abortion." she admits, shocking the shit out of me.

"Jessica, what in the fuck you just say? Abortion? Since when have we believed in abortion, mane? You killed my baby and never opened up yo fucking mouth until now? Bruh, hell naw! You got me so damn fucked up right now!" I go off on her. "Calm the fuck down, okay? We are too damn old for a baby and I had to do it because it wasn't yours, it was Vonte's!" she screams at me, crying. My mouth just dropped.

"Ant." she mumbles, crying as she backs away from me. "Tell me you didn't just say that shit, Jessica. Tell me you not serious." I say. "I'm serious. I didn't try to get pregnant. It was a mistake, Ant, I swear. It wasn't intentional." she says. "Jessica, you are my wife. What if that was my damn baby?" I ask. "It wasn't. You were gone for two weeks. I was not pregnant before Vonte and I had sex." she says. "I ain't believing this bullshit right here. So, how in the fuck you do that shit?" I ask. "Torren drove me there and picked me up. I had to do it, Ant. I had to." she cries.

It's so damn fucked up. "Jessica... damn." I say, pulling my phone out my pocket. I'm calling Vonte. "What the fuck you calling my phone for, mane? What the fuck me and you got to talk about?" Vonte asks me. "Bitch ass nigga, you fucked my wife, not the other way around. So, the fuck you hostile for?" I ask. "I didn't rape your wife, I fucked her. So, go bitch about it to her too. Nigga, what's done is done. I'm done constantly getting into it about it." he says. "Yeah, well... Jessica killed y'all baby so go to hell where that mothafucka is at, bitch." I say, hanging up in his face. What I just said was fucked up but I'm too damn mad to even care about it.

"Ant, are you fucking for real?" Jessica screams at me. "Jessica, I'm dead ass serious! Dead ass!" I holler back at her. She tries to wrap her arms around me. "Move before I throw your ass." I warn her. She step away, staring at me while she sobs. "I know I messed up." she admits. "I'm glad you know. Damn, if I would've known that me getting drunk and letting a bitch give me some half decent, half boring ass head would've made all of this happen, I would've just went all the way and fucked the bitch." I say. I should've at least got some pussy too and went out with a bang.

She ain't saying nothing. Now, all she can do is uncontrollably sob. "Damn, now if this ain't Karma, I don't know what is. Do I really deserve this shit?" I ask her, getting madder and madder. She ain't saying nothing. "Bitch, answer my fuckin' questions when I talk to yo ass! Did I really deserve that shit?" I snap on her, snatching her up. She draws back then slaps me. "Don't you dare put your hands on me! Take your medicine before I call and have them give your crazy ass that shot!" she yells at me. "I'm gon' give you a shot too, bitch." I say, pulling my gun on her. I gotta kill her now. I can't keep on letting this bitch fuck up my head and have me going crazy.

"Ant... calm down, please. Everything is okay. Let's just go grab your medicine, okay?" she calmly asks, shaking a little. "Shut the fuck up." I demand while she walks backwards. "Ant, you are not being yourself right now. Can you please just get the medicine?" she asks, easing over to the counter. She quickly grabs a knife, making me laugh. "Ant, calm down. Put the gun up. I don't want to hurt you." she says. "You done did that, bitch. Quit fucking with me like you love me. You don't care nothin' about me. Fuck you." I say. "Amari!" she screams, running from me while I snatch her back to me.

Amari runs in here, staring in fear. "You gon' kill me in front of him, Ant? You that fucked up?" she asks, crying. "Am I?" I ask, laughing. I don't give a damn. Amari will be better off without this trifling ass bitch I call my wife. "No." he says, shaking his head. "No... no." he says, turning red while tears roll down his cheeks. "If you'll hurt me, don't do it with him in the house, Ant." she says. "You called his ass in here, so, fuck is you saying?" I ask. What, she thought he could save her hoe ass? "I said no!" Amari yells at me, dumping something out of his backpack. I raise my eyebrow at the Glock that he just picked up off the floor. The hell?

"Amari, everything is okay." Jessica lies. I let her go. She grabs him. "I'm okay." she says. "No!" he yells, pointing it at me. "Bitch!" he adds, only making me laugh. "The fact that I thought Tae and LaLa took my gun is funny. It was you, lil nigga? Wow." I say, laughing while I walk out. Let me get the hell out of this bitch's house.

MAJESTY

"My sister and my homie Qua almost here." I say to Ashley while I pull in my driveway. "Great, I'm excited. I'm glad you finally bring me around." she says. "Of course. I just had to make sure how I was feeling was on some genuine shit. I had to get rid of a situation first. Now, it's just you and me." I say. I knew I couldn't take this further with Shai in my life. I'm done with her for good now.

She nods her head, leaning in for a kiss. "Is your brother here?" she asks. "No. He went to pick my son up for me. You ready to meet Major?" I ask. "Sure. He's so cute on the pictures you showed me." she says. "Duh. Look at who his daddy is. I'm fine as shit." I say, making her laugh. "Get back, cocky ass." she says, making me laugh at the look on her face. She can't stand when I'm feeling myself.

My phone starts ringing. "Is that Shai... again?" she asks, rolling her eyes. "Chill out. It's my momma." I answer, pressing the green button to pick up the call. "What's good, ma?" I ask her. "Majesty, I need a favor." she says. It sounds like she in a panic or like something got her shaken up. "What's wrong?" I ask. "I'm going to drop off Amari to you, okay? Get the rest of the kids from your granddad. I need you and your brother to keep them for me." she says. "Huh?" I ask. "I gotta go, Majesty. Just, please." she begs, crying.

"Ma, what happened?" I ask, getting worried somewhat. This shit is weird. "I cannot deal with your fucking daddy, Majesty! I can't do the shit no more! I can't put up with his mental illnesses no more, I promise you I can't!" she screams into the phone. "What he do?" I ask. I know he won't take his medicine right sometimes but most of the times, the nigga is fine until he gets mad. Him being angry without his medicine in his system always gets real bad because he'll snap and not rememeber the crazy shit he says and does.

"Majesty... can you get Amari or not?" she asks. "Bring him to me... or you too upset to drive? Just give me twenty minutes to grab something out the house and I'll come, okay? Calm down." I say. I need to at least go grab some more money out the house so I can take the kids to eat, at least. "Just come." she says, breaking down crying. "Okay. Just stay put." I say. "Okay." she says. I hang up the phone then look over at Ashley. "What you staring at me for?" I ask. "What's the attitude about?" she asks. "You staring like you judging my life." I answer.

"How can I judge when I don't know what's even happening?" she asks. "Because I know you overheard my momma. Yeah, my dad is sick mentally. Yeah, my parents keep some bullshit going. Wipe that look off yo face, though. Ain't nobody life perfect." I say. I don't like the look on her face at all. I ain't crazy. It seems like she judging the shit. She ignores me while I get out of my car. I just need to get my wallet. I don't even want to argue with Ashley.

I walk to the front door then unlock it. I should just go on and pack Major a bag too just in case it ends up being a while before I come back home. I walk up the stairs and into my son's room. "When I buy this shit?" I mumble, looking at some of his clothes in a Gucci bag. I don't rememeber exactly when I copped him this. I'm always shopping for my son. I like it. So, I'll just throw that in his bag.

I finished packing up for Major. I walk into my room then pause. Drew is sitting on my bed looking at me. What the fuck? "The fuck you doing?" I ask, reaching in my drawer for one of my guns. He starts laughing. "Ain't no point in reaching in there. I already got it." he says, pulling my own gun on me. I nod my head. "How the fuck you get in here?" I ask. "The same way you got in my wife." he answers, grinning some.

I chuckle. "You tripping." I say. "Oh, no, I'm not. She told me everything I already knew, my nigga. So, this the bed you fucked her in?" he asks, making me laugh some. "That's just one of the beds I fucked that bitch in. Nigga, I done had yo bitch on international waters, my guy. I done fucked that hoe on the islands. I got that pussy in Vegas too. What else you want to know? I got it in the mall, in the car, in restaurants, and even in the same house you was in at my parents' party. The only reason I didn't fuck that slut in your bed is because I never thought about it. She tell you all that? You got anything else you want to know?" I ask.

Now, he pissed off. "Oh, word?" he asks. "Word." I answer, getting myself ready to fight this nigga. He may be strapped but if I overpower his bitch ass, there's no way he can kill me. I'll be damned if I get killed in my own house with my own gun. I'm going out with a fight if this nigga kills me. I know that much.

"What made you do it?" he asks. "Fuck you mean, what made me do it? What made you play Reign?" I ask. He looks at me crazy. "What the fuck you mean? When the fuck I play yo sister, huh? She knew Shai was in the picture! She knew I was never leaving Shai for her! I kept that shit a hundred with yo lil sister! So, how I play her, nigga? How?" he yells at me, standing up. "Nigga, you know how you played her. You used her for some pussy when Shai was lacking and not pleasing you. It's all good, though. You got some pussy from my sister and put a baby in her. Guess what? I did the same to yo bitch. Only difference is I put three in that hoe." I say.

He swings the gun at me, getting me in the side of my head. I'm punching while he swings too. I ain't stopping for nothing. If I quit swinging, I know he can overpower me. It can go either way. He punches me in my chest then slams me on the floor. "Ole bitch ass nigga!" I snap, popping his ass in the jaw. His body rocks back some while I stick him in the jaw. Both of us are in the floor throwing punches.

He pulls the gun then points it in my face. I grab his arm, trying to get the gun. He just shot it but the bullet went into the wall. I got him by his neck, trying to wrestle with him for the gun. He shoots it again, aiming for my knee. The bullet went through the bottom of my nightstand. He slams me through the wall then puts the gun to my head. Fuck, I think my back is broken.

"You put up a good fight. She was worth that?" he asks, laughing while he moves the gun to my forehead. "Naw, her pussy wasn't all that." I answer, groaning some. I can't go out like no bitch. "What else you wanna get off yo head before I kill you, nigga?" he asks, glaring in my eyes. I can tell he ain't just shit talking and that he will squeeze the trigger. "Tell my momma I love her and tell yo bitch to tell you all our other secrets." I answer as he moves his finger to the trigger.

"Get the fuck off him!" I hear Ashley scream. I glance over at her. She holding my gun I had in the car while her hands violently shake out of fear. "Ashley, no!" I yell at her, trying to get this bitch ass nigga out my way. "Ashley, get the fuck out!" I yell at her. "Get the gun out of his face and let him move, please! Please!" she begs Drew, getting closer. "Bitch." he says, shooting her in her shoulder. "Ahhhhhh!" she screams at the top of her lungs, dropping to the floor. "No!" I yell, punching Drew as hard as I can and knocking him on his ass.

Now, it's a fight for the gun all over again and what makes it more fucked up is Ashley's screams at cries. He grabs the gun then shoves it in my face again. I close my eyes tight, thinking about my son and my momma. I can't believe this shit is real life. I never imagined this bullshit happening to me over a hoe. "Mane..." I say. For the first time in my life, I feel defeated. What'll happen to my son? Fuck, why I put myself in some shit like this knowing I got a son? I'm so damn mad at myself.

"You crying now, huh? Ain't so hard now, are you? Where yo momma and daddy at? You see you ain't shit like them now, don't you?" he asks. I look him in his eyes while he holds me at gun point on the ground. "Nigga, you don't put no fear in me. I'm worried about my son. Kill me if that's what the hell you here for." I say, glaring in his eyes. I'll never give him the satisfaction of having one up on me.

"Drew, what the fuck?" Reign screams, running in here. She opens her purse then pulls out her gun my dad bought her. "Get off him or I'm killing you!" she yells. He glares at me one last time as she puts her gun to the back of his head. "The only reason I won't kill you or yo bitch ass sister is cause that hoe carrying my baby. Thank this bitch for saving yo life." he says, moving away from me while he glares with pure hatred on his face.

He walks out. I'm groaning while I stand. "Ashley." I say, walking over to her while she bleeds. I pick her up, groaning in pain. "Don't let me die, please." she begs, crying. I hear sirens outside. My body is so damn weak from the wall. I can't do shit but fall to my knees. "Majesty!" Reign screams while the sirens get closer. I know I'm blacking out.

JESSICA

Depression is an understatement. Here I am, in the hospital trying to figure out what's wrong with my son and his girlfriend. She was shot and she's in surgery right now. He's knocked completely out. All I know is he was in a bad fight and the impact from him hitting his head on the wall is what has him out right now.

"Mane, what the fuck went down?" I hear Ant asks as he walks to this part of the waiting room. I see he's back to normal again. "Daddy... I don't know." Reign answers. "You are lying. You know more than what you say you know. Who did it?" I ask. "Drew but the police arrested him." she answers, crying. Qua sighs. "I told that nigga, mane. I told Majesty this shit was gon' fucking happen." Qua says, pissed off.

"What? Drew knows about Shai?" I ask, in disbelief. Majesty must have been caught off guard by Drew. She nods her head yes, crying harder. I glance towards the entrance as Shai walks in. "Drew called from jail and said to tell Vonte to get him out. I have been from hospital to hospital looking for you guys. Where is Majesty? Did Drew kill him?" Shai cries. "Bitch, you happened!" Reign screams, punching her and slamming her head into the wall. "Reign, stop!" I demand, trying to pull her off of Shai. It looks like punches are literally pouring down raining on Shai's head and her face right now while LaLa and Reign both beat her ass.

A big ass security guard runs over here, pulling them apart with force. "Aye, mane, don't throw my damm daughters like that!" Ant snaps on him. "Stop it!" Nathan yells loud at all of us. Shai is against the wall crying hard. Fuck, why me?

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