I done told y'all Reign not having no baby 😂😂 She on birth control y'all dang. 🤷🏾‍♀️

And another thing. For u lil whores that be trynna get buck with me in the comment section then threaten to fight me, y'all the biggest fucking dummies ever. I live in fucking Memphis 😂😂😂 Y'all hoes be way across the country talking about beating somebody ass. If y'all don't sit y'all ugly asses down somewhere. Bitches don't even be legal yet and be talking about coming and beating my ass. Lol stay tf in school. These Thug books on Wattpad have some of y'all feeling a lil too tough lmfao.

"Ain't none of this promised, ain't none of this promised. Ain't nothin' in life guaranteed, put that on my mama. Ain't none of this shit promised, ain't none of this. Ain't none of it promised. Ain't none of this certain, not even one of us perfect." - Rihanna

LALA

"Where yo dad think we at, bruh?" I ask Tae. "That nigga think we with  Grandpa Nathan." he answers. I nod my head. "Hell naw, bruh. My back still ugly as hell from when that nigga stabbed me and what if somebody try to kill us again?" I ask. "Then I'm ready for they bitch ass. I bought a pistol." he answers. "Nigga, the fuck can a pistol do against a car full of niggas that got automatics and shit like that?" I ask. "Quit worrying about the shit, LaLa." he  demands.

"Where the fuck you bought the gun from anyway?" I ask him. "When we went over Noble and Majesty house and Qua was over there I seen it. Qua was scrolling on Facebook and I was lurking  like a mothafucka. All that nigga friends on Facebook was on some thug shit and I seen one dude saying he had a gun somebody could get for two hundred and fifty. I still got cash from when my daddy quit being a bitch ass nigga and gave me three hundred dollars. I looked the dude up and told him I wanted the gun. He pulled up to the gas station that's like a fifteen minute walk from the house. I walked  over there when everybody was sleep and bought it." I say.

"What? Tae... hell naw, I don't know about this shit." I say. We supposed to be with our grandpa where Montana dropped us off at but here we are in Compton walking around and getting looked at crazy as fuck by some people that are outside. They looking like we don't belong around here at all. We spent plenty of money on an Uber to get way over here and I honestly don't even know why the fuck Tae wanted to come out here in the first place.

"Everything is fine, LaLa." he says, texting on his phone. I watch as he answers a video call from somebody. "Yeah, wassup?" he asks, biting his lip like he horny. "Gay ass nigga. Fuck is you biting on yo lip walking up the street in the hood for?" I mumble, shaking my head. "Wassup Lianna?" he asks, smiling a little. This nigga still be talking to that girl he wanted to fuck bad as hell from the cruise every single day. Him and Lianna stay on the phone and he claim it ain't shit special between em.

"So... I cannot wait to see you. Did you get the pictures I sent you?" she asks, nervously smiling. He chuckles. "Yeah, I got em." he answers. "Well, what did you think? You didn't text back so... how were they?" she asks. "I liked yo nudes, Lianna. Next time, send me a video of you playin' with yo pussy. Oh shit, what if I steal one of my momma vibrators or like, sneak and buy you one? You'll send me a video of you using that hoe?" he asks. "Wait a gotdamn minute." I mumble, shaking my head. I'm disgusted.

She starts laughing. "Your mom uses vibrators? And Tae, I am not going to use someone else's sex toy." she says. "And I'm scared to own one. What if my mom and dad find it? They'll like... kill me." she adds. "So? Fuck yo daddy big perm having ass with that too little ass robe that nigga had on when he caught you with me. That's why my dad whooped that nigga ass." Tae says. "And I still fucked you anyway." he adds.

"Tae, bruh, chill. Why you talkin' bout her daddy for?" I ask. If a nigga or a bitch that's trying to talk to me ever talk shit about my dad or Montana like that, I'll beat the shit out of them. Montana is like a dad to me so can't none of these mothafuckas throw dirt on his name neither. "You can talk about him. I don't care." she says. Tae turned this lil church girl out on the cruise. He claims he fucked the shit out of her but I doubt he did anything special.

"Imma stop." Tae says. "I miss you." she says. He glances over at me like I'm interfering. "I bet you do." he nonchalantly says to her. I watch as she raises her eyebrow. "Um, JeMontae with all of the pride in the world, please stop trying to play me just because your sister is there. You have told me how you miss me too and how you can't wait for me to get there when my family and I finish moving into our house in Los Angeles so you can sneak and see me. So, if you don't stop it with your ghetto name having ass. What the hell is a JeMontae?" she goes off, making me laugh my ass off. She told him.

"Shut up. Don't nobody miss you. I miss the pussy. But fuck it. I don't care. You act like I ain't getting plenty of more pussy that's better than yours. And shut up, quit talking about my name. It's a combination of Montana and Jessica." he says. "So? It still doesn't make it any less ghetto. And what do you mean you just miss the pussy, you don't care, and you're getting plenty of more pussy that's better than mine?" she asks. "Exactly what it fuckin' sounded like." he answers, putting his middle finger in the camera.

"Exactly what it sounded like, huh?" she asks, giggling. "Yep. I'm actually on my way to get me some pussy right now and I guarantee you that shit finna be a hit. It's a hundred percent finna be better than yours." he says. "Tae, you were a fucking virgin and you've never had sex with anybody but me so stop pretending for your damn sister!" she goes off on him. His eyes widen a little.

"You so foul." he says, sounding like he feeling betrayed. "What the fuck? So, both of us fucked for the first time on the cruise? Hell naw!" I exclaim, laughing hard. Tae had me thinking he's been fucking forever. Meanwhile, both of us lost our virginity on the same vacation. "Whatever. Don't be so fake and I won't have to put you on blast anymore." she says. "Yeah, whatever. Fat fuck." he says. "Fat? I am not fat and if I was, you still like me so shut up. I'm thick in all of the places you like, so stop." She demands. She ain't fat at all. She thick as hell though and I can see why he wanted to smash.

"Don't nobody like yo lil goofy ass. I like the pussy." he says. "Okay, well, bye. I was on Snapchat with my cousin, you got mad and went off on me thinking he was someone I liked.  Face the facts, you want me." she says. "Bye. Don't call me no more. Oh, and when I go fuck a bitch that's a hundred times finer than you is, imma send you pictures and videos." he says. She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, okay. So, when you see that I officially live there, don't even bother with coming around me." she says. "Bitch." he says, hanging up on her.

I shake my head at him. He's standing here mad as I don't know what. "Bruh... you really was a virgin?" I ask him. "Yeah." he answers. "Tae, you stay flexing about stuff." I say, laughing. "Shut up. Fuck that baby bottle pop head ass hoe. Ion wanna talk to her no way." he says. "That's your girl. Face it." I say. "No she not. Forget her. I don't even like her like that." he says. I wave him off. Tae just be talking.

"If she my girl, Sean yo nigga." he says. "No he not. I'll never talk to that soft ass nigga again." I say. I'm dead serious. I haven't talked to Sean since that cruise. We be around him and everything and I still don't deal with him. Him and Tae got back cool somehow but I refuse. That young nigga played me. Nobody can ever play me twice. Sean is done for in my eyes. Never again.

"Y'all gon' be talking eventually. What if he got you pregnant?" he asks. "Quit playing. What if you got Lianna pregnant?" he asks. "I definitely didn't get her pregnant, trust me. I was a virgin but I know better than to go raw and I know the condom didn't break. What about you and Sean though?" he asks. "He had a condom on." I answer. "Did it break though?" he asks. "I doubt it." I answer. "I know I ain't pregnant though. I would get Reign to take me to get an abortion if I was." I add.

"An abortion? Momma and my dad don't fuck with that abortion shit. Yo dad don't neither." he says, frowning. "I'm fourteen. I'll never in my life get pregnant cause I'm gay as hell but if it were to happen, I can guarantee you they would rather me get an abortion instead of having a baby at fourteen." I say. "Hell naw. Never. They'll force you to have it knowing them." he says. "Let's quit talking about pregnancy. Ain't nobody pregnant." I say.

He looks at me funny then touches my stomach. "I mean, yo stomach do be a lil puffy these days." he says. "Yeah, that's because I got depressed after Sean played me and started eating and sleeping a lot. I'm not pregnant. It wasn't shit wrong with the condom. Quit talkin' bout it." I demand. I be getting so mad each time I think about the way I lost my virginity. That mane straight up treated me like a hoe or something and it pisses me clean off.

"Maybe, we should just go get a pregnancy test." he suggests. "A pregnancy test for what? Mane, that nigga did not nut up in me." I say. "Okay, LaLa. Just making sure." he says. "Where we even going?" I ask. "There." he answers, pointing at one of the houses across the street. I don't know why but whatever.

We just ran across the street to the house. Tae rings the doorbell then steps back. Damn, I'm so glad I don't have to live like this. We blessed as hell. This house so broken down and dirty. A brown skinned, thick girl opens the door. She only has on a white crop top, a pair of light blue skinny jeans, and a pair of white Fruity Pebbles Foamposites on her feet. She got a few tattoos on her stomach and arms, a few piercings in her ears, and a belly button piercing. She got some pink lipstick on, false lashes, and whatever other eye makeup bitches be having on. She got some long, straight weave that stops right above her butt. She's cute and ghetto fabulous as fuck. I swear on my momma girls from the hood be the finest to me anyway majority of the times.

"Hey bae." she greets him, pulling him in a hug. "Wassup?" he asks, hugging her back. Bae? Who is this girl? Here I was thinking I was finna pull her and she calling my damn brother bae. I swear Tae always get the cute ones but never know what to do with them. I might pull a Majesty and take his hoe from him.

Both of us just walked in the small house. She closes and locks the door. The living room is really small and it's a lot of baby stuff in the floor. "Who is this?" she asks Tae, pointing at me. "This my lil sister LaLa. LaLa, this Bianca." he introduces us. "Hey, LaLa." she greets me, smiling. She even got pretty teeth. Oh my God. "Sup?" I ask, trying hard not to look at her tittes. She ain't wearing a bra at all. She smiles a little at me then redirects her attention to Tae. Let me find out she like girls too.

"So, come to my room." she says to him. "Where your momma at?" he asks. "Now, you know that hoe somewhere with her nigga." she answers, rolling her eyes. "Aww. Where Cam at?" he asks. "My room. Come on." she demands. He follows behind her. "Uh, LaLa, Ian know yo brother was bringing you. You can watch TV if they didn't cut the cable off yet cause nobody paid the bill yet." she says, pointing at the remote control.

I'm sitting on the floor scrolling through my phone while they do whatever. I ought to go knock Tae upside his head for telling me to come out here with him. He could've at least had a fine bitch over here to entertain me while I wait for him to finish whatever he doing with Bianca. Tae be ticking me off so bad.

My eyes widen as Bianca walks back in here. This time, she ain't in her clothes. Her medium sized titties are completely naked now. All she got on is a pair of pink and blue panties. I clear my throat, looking away from her. Why his bitch trying to make me see her naked? "How old is you, LaLa?" she asks me, walking to the TV. She bends completely over in front of me then slowly grabs something off the floor. "Fourteen." I answer, looking back down at my phone. I may  be fourteen but I'll bet my last that most grown bitches ain't fucking with me mentally. "Mhmm... I'm eighteen." she says.

"Aight." I say. She comes and sits next to me. "What you want?" I ask as she grabs my hand. She puts my hand on one of her titties. I look at her as I touch on her nipple. "Fuck. Oh, hell naw." I say, snapping out of it and standing back up. I pull my slightly sagging pants up then look at her. "Imma tell my brother. Chill." I demand. I promised my momma I won't fuck no more girls no time soon anyways.

She stands back up. "Tae ain't my nigga yet." she says. "Yet?" I ask. "Yeah, he be talking about how he just like when I give him head." she says. "Sounds like a personal problem." I say. She rolls her eyes then walks away, heading to the back of the house where Tae is at. "Nasty ass bitch." I mumble. Tae tripping on this one.

She just walked back out but this time, with a baby boy in her arms. He looks like he's about one years old. He's a cute chocolate colored baby. She sits him next to me then puts some toys in front of him. "Um... wassup with the baby? Fuck is going on?" I ask her. "Oh, that's my nephew Cameron. Watch him for me." she says. I stand up. "Aw hell naw! Tae!" I yell, storming to the back of the house. Imma knock this nigga clean out. "Tae!" I yell, storming in one of the bedrooms. "Oh shit, LaLa!" he says, covering himself up with his hands. "Ewwww! Nigga!" I yell, rushing out of the room. He was naked and I saw his dick.

Now, I'm in the living room miserable as hell. I've been sitting in here for twenty minutes watching after a baby I don't know shit about while Bianca and Tae make loud ass sexual noises in the back. I can't stand Tae for this. Cameron is sitting between my legs playing with a couple of his toys and making me watch. He acts all annoyed every single time he feels like I ain't paying him any attention.

I wanna talk to my mom. I haven't even had a chance to talk to her since the other day because I've been over Montana's house with Tae. All I know is my granddaddy got all of my younger siblings at his house with him and he said that's where me and Tae gotta go unless we stay with Montana. I honestly don't even know what's going on. I haven't heard from my mom or my dad and my granddad seemed a little shaken up about something when he called and told me that nobody will be home.

I go to my mom's name in my phone then call her. Cameron starts driving his small race car toy down my leg. "Hi, LaLa, baby." Torren greets me, sounding sad and like he's been crying. "Wassup Uncle Torren? Where my momma at? Why you answering her phone?" I ask. He gets quiet. "Um... Jessica is asleep at the moment." he says. Something is not right. He acting like he covering something up. On god, if I find out some random person fucked with my momma, Imma kill em myself.

"She sleep? Wake her up then. I wanna talk to her." I say. "She really needs her rest, sweetheart. She's extra tired." he says. "Why my granddaddy making us stay at his house? He said ain't nobody at home. Something happened, didn't it?" I ask. "LaLa, honey, I will tell Jessica to call you back as soon as she wakes up." he says, then hangs up the phone. Deep down, I know something ain't right. I just don't know what it is. I'm nervous now.

-

Tae just walked from the back smiling wide and fully dressed again. He got a hickey on his neck and a little of her lipstick on his body. "You ready?" he asks me. "Fuck you, mane." I say, sitting Cameron on the couch. Bianca walks in here in a robe. "Bye y'all." she says, blowing me a kiss. I ignore her as I open the front door. Fuck both of them. Now, I'm ticked off.

Me and Tae are walking and heading to a spot to call an Uber to get us from over here. Tae dragged me way over this way just for him to get some pussy from a slut. I swear, he is so stupid. We don't live close to here at all so the Uber ride was not cheap. I'm really pissed off at him and I'm even more annoyed cause I can't speak to my momma and Torren wasn't doing shit but making excuses. I can tell he was hiding something from me.

Some nigga sitting on the hood of a car is staring at us along with a few other people. "What y'all over here for?" the big ass black dude asks us. He got a mouth full of gold teeth and he look like a fake savage to me. "We can't walk around where we want to?" Tae asks him as the dude looks at Tae like he just violated him.

"You talking back?" he asks, walking over here as people watch. "You not his fuckin' daddy, my nigga. Damn right, he talkin' back." I say, stepping to him. "Who the hell lil girl is this?" some woman with him and his friends asks, laughing with the rest of them. "I swear I'll fuckin' kill you. Bitch ass nigga, watch out." Tae demands, trying to walk by. The dude shoves him on the ground hard. I swing on him, sticking him in his nose.

He starts laughing. "Oh, so, you hard now?" the bitch with him asks, clicking a pocket knife as she walks closer to me. I start punching her to make sure she can't cut me. I grab the knife off the ground then kick her. I look to the left of me as Tae fights the big dude. The man is winning because he big as fuck compared to Tae but Tae got heart like a mothafucka cause he still going at it with him like they the same size.

I rush over to them then start swinging too, ignoring the bitch as she swings on me. I turn around then shove her into the street. "He got a gun! Take the kids in the house!" an older woman screams, rushing some of the kids away from the scene. Who the fuck got a gun? My eyes widen. "I advise you to walk the fuck off or yo blood finna be all over this bitch." I hear Montana say. Oh fuck. This nigga be stalking the fuck out of us, I swear.

Tae and I step away. My eyes widen as Montana holds his gun directly between the man's eyes as he stands here staring at Montana  like he saw a ghost. "Don't shoot him!" the bitch cries out. "Imma shoot yo ass too if I pull this trigger. Get in the car and go." Montana demands. "Bitch ass nigga, who you supposed to be scaring?" the man asks him, laughing. Montana smiles a little. "Close your eyes, Tae, and LaLa." he demands, taking the gun off safety.

"Hold up! Wait, Montana!" I hear Drew holler. Damn, where these niggas even coming from? I look down the street as Drew rushes down here. "You know these niggas?" the fat dude asks. "Montana, this my nigga Perry." Drew says. "Ion give a fuck who it is." Montana says. Drew steps between them. "Ion know what happened but both of y'all can just walk away." Drew says. "Walk away? Now, if I walk away, Imma just walk up on this nigga later on." Montana warns them.

The dude chuckles. "Fuck this shit. Why the fuck these random ass lil kids out here? Where they come from?" he asks. "Get in the car, now." Montana demands, tossing his truck keys to Tae. Both of us look at each other then walk to the truck. We get in then lock the doors. "Bruh! We fucked all cause of you!" I snap on him. "How?" he hollers back at me. "Because, nigga, you stay getting us in shit!" I go off on him. "You be acting like I make you come!" he yells at me.

I ignore him as I watch Montana, Drew, the bitch, and that dude discuss whatever they're over there talking about. This window is so tinted and it's hard to even read their lips. "Damn, he finna fuck us up. Fuck." Tae complains as Montana and Drew both walk over to the truck. I sigh as the both of them get in. Montana is in the driver's seat and Drew is in the passenger seat.

Montana has been driving and it's silent. I forgot Drew be in Compton a lot because this is where his people live at. He more than likely was out here with his friend Risha or something like that. All I know is this is about to be a long ass ride home. I don't even know why I still be following behind Tae at all because we always end up in trouble when we do whatever it is he got planned. Montana almost killed that nigga over this bullshit just cause Tae wanted to come somewhere he don't know about just to get some pussy.

-

We finally just got inside of Montana's house. "Give me the phone, now." he says to Tae as all of us walk in the living room. "My phone?" Tae asks. "You questioning me?" Montana asks him, raising his eyebrow. "I'm just wondering. How you even know where we went to though? Why you can't be a regular parent and let me do what I wanna do? If you wasn't so strict, I could've just came and asked you to take me where some pussy was waiting for me at." Tae boldly says. Montana opens his hand up then slaps the shit out of Tae, knocking him across the floor. He just really slapped him like he's just a lil girl.

"Well, I'll be damned. Damn, nigga, did yo teeth fall out?" Drew asks, laughing at Tae. "A ha, ha, ha. Laugh it on up. Don't complain when everybody else be laughing at you though." Tae says back. Oh, damn. Tae gotta shut up. "What that mean?" Drew asks, still laughing. Tae waves him off then sits on the couch. "Shut up, now." Montana demands, glaring at Tae.

"Give me the phone, like I said." Montana demands. Tae pulls his phone out of his pocket then hands it to Montana. "You don't pay my phone bill. Momma and Ant pay it. So... that means you can't go through it, right?" Tae asks with an attitude. Montana starts grinning. "Mothafucka, I pay this fuckin' phone bill and even if I didn't, I'll still go through whatever the fuck I want to in my house." Montana says, unlocking it.

"Oh, so you caught an Uber all the way to Compton to get you some lil pussy, huh? Shit, was it worth that bullet that nigga nine times out of ten would've put in yo dumb ass?" Montana asks him, going through his text messages. "Naw, pops. It was just decent." Tae sarcastically says. Montana throws the phone at Tae's face hard. "Fuck!" Tae yells, holding his mouth and looking like he about to cry. Montana threw that phone at him hard as fuck.

"You got one more time to talk out the side of yo neck, Tae!" Montana hollers at him, scaring me a little. Montana rarely ever gets mad enough to yell at Tae so it be scary as hell when he gets loud like this. Tae is sitting there in tears now. Montana grabs the phone then starts going through it. "Yo fuckin' dick too damn small to be sending ten bitches the same picture of the shit." Montana says, scrolling through Tae's texts. Damn.

"Come on, Montana. Don't expose the young nigga. We all used to be a crawfish at some point. Don't lose faith, Lil Tae. My shit used to be a lil gold fish when I was a young nigga and now... boy, this mothafucka a robot arm. This big ass dick was made for destruction. Don't be discouraged, young nigga. Yo shit a grow some day." Drew says, laughing at him.

"My dick ain't small, dad, stop lying." Tae defends himself. Montana ignores him as he continues to scroll. "Oh, so, you bought you a gun, I see. You feeling hard cause you got a gun now?" Montana asks him. Tae's eyes widen. I promise I think Tae's soul just left his body for a second. He staring at Montana like he scared shitless about him knowing he bought a gun.

"Hello? You deaf?" Montana asks him. "I bought it for protection." Tae says. "Protection? Protection from what, dumb ass? You don't need no fuckin' weapon, stupid." Montana says. "Stop calling me dumb and I ain't stupid." Tae says. "I can't tell. You doing bullshit only dumb asses and stupid fucks do and quite frankly, I call it like I see it, son." Montana says.

Tae smacks his lips. "You got a gun too." Tae says. "You right and I don't have it to be pistol playing and trying to impress mothafuckas that don't care shit about me." Montana says. "How I'm trynna impress folks?" Tae asks. "You sent the picture of the gun to everybody in yo phone except for the family. Sounds like you want a pat on the back for having a gun." Montana says, chuckling. Tae looks away from him like he was right.

"Where the gun at, Tae?" Montana asks him, walking over to the TV stand. I watch as he opens it up then pulls a pair of black latex gloves out of a box. What the fuck? Who the hell keeps black latex gloves in their TV stand? Montana is crazy. He walks back over here. "Where it's at? I ain't asking you again." he says, putting the gloves on his hands. Tae stands up then pulls the gun out of his pants, handing it to Montana. "You had this gun tucked away so fucking retarded, JeMontae. What if you would've shot yo dick off on accident?" Montana asks, making me and Drew laugh a little.

"I wasn't gon' shoot my dick off." Tae says. "Why you got this weak ass Hi-Point? You could've at least got you a real gun." Montana says, chuckling as he looks at it. "A real gun?" Tae asks. "This lil Hi-Point some pussy." Montana says. Tae shrugs his shoulders as Montana examines it with his gloved fingers. "Where you get it from?" he asks. "I bought it from a dude on Facebook." Tae answers. "This gun dirty." Montana says. "No it ain't. It look clean to me." Tae says.

Drew face palms himself. "No, lil nigga. It's probably bodies on that gun. That's what yo pops is saying. You don't know what the nigga you bought it from did with that hoe. That shit probably dirty. So, if the police catch yo ass with that gun and they connect it to any crimes, you going to jail behind it even if you innocent. That's what he mean. You can't be buying guns and shit from random niggas. A nigga will shoot somebody in they face then ask you to buy that shit the next day to get it off they own hands. Listen to yo pops, Tae, for real. Nobody wanna see you dead or in jail for some shit you ain't even do. Quit wanting to fit in and be yourself, blood." Drew says to him.

He nods his head. "So... what now? What I gotta do with the gun?" he asks. "Imma get rid of it. Don't buy shit else like this, Tae, and I'm dead serious." Montana says. "How come Noble, Majesty, and Jessie had guns when they were around my age?" Tae asks. "Cause they were responsible enough and shit was different back then. It was a lot happening in all of our lives that you won't rememeber or understand." Montana answers.

Tae sighs. "I don't even wanna hurt people. I wanna at least know how to use a gun if I ever gotta defend myself or my family." Tae says, being serious. "So, you want to learn how to shoot to look after yourself?" Montana asks. "Not just me. My momma too.  My momma, my sisters, and my brothers." Tae admits. Montana looks him over. "Come on." he demands. "Where we going?" Tae asks. "If you wanna be into guns, at least know how to shoot one." Montana says. "So, you finna teach me?" Tae asks him. "Just a lil something, not too much." he answers. Oh, hell yeah.

"Actually, let's do it another day. It's raining outside." Montana says. Tae nods his head. "You mad at me?" Tae asks. "Naw, not at all. I know how it is when you young and want some pussy. Be smart about your surroundings though, Tae. Damn, if you really want to be somewhere that bad, come to me and talk about it. You too, LaLa. Stop going and sneaking. Just ask me. I more than likely would've just taken you to meet the girl somewhere. All that sneaking is what pisses me off. I'm an understanding person. You just gotta speak up." Montana says. Tae nods his head. He got off easier than I thought he would've.

NOBLE

"Noble." my lil hoe Wendy says, tapping my shoulder. I glance over at her as I drink my water. "What?" I ask. "Who you texting?" she asks. "My ex." I answer, referring to Jaylah. She stay hollering about how she can't stand me and all that so I'm single as fuck and free to do what I please. I'm only texting her to make sure she good since she four months pregnant and all that.

"Why you texting her if I'm here?" she asks. "Wendy, we fuck buddies. Stop it." I demand. I ain't none of Majesty. I ain't treating my hoe like she special to me because she ain't. I brought her out here just to have somebody on my arm like KeKe, Majesty, and Qua do. I couldn't come out here lonely. Even Miguel gay ass brought his nigga with him.

"Whatever. So, let's get matching tattoos." she suggests. "I ain't getting no damn matching tattoo with you." I say. "Why not? We can get some hearts or something." she suggests. "Never. If I never even got my long-time girlfriend's name, why would I get yo shit?" I ask. She starts laughing. "And Wendy an ugly ass name for a twenty two year old anyway." I add. "Be quiet." she demands, laughing a little.

All of us are sitting in this popular tattoo shop. Me and Majesty have been following this tattoo artist for about a year. I'm about to pay two thousand for a piece on the upper left side of my back. It'll be a lion representing strength for me. I've battled with depression and wanting to just kill myself since I was a child. I've made it through so much bullshit mentally and it wasn't nothing but strength from God that got me through it. I know that for a fact. I can't even count how many times I've hit rock bottom and just didn't tell nobody that I was seconds away from taking my own life.

"Oooooh, ya boy fresh as fuck, on my momma!" Majesty exclaims, looking at his new tattoo in the mirror. He got a big ass tattoo on his upper arm. It's different colors and mainly got a lot of red. It says Life Is A Gamble in cursive with some dice, fire, a roulette wheel, money, and some playing cards. It's fresh as hell. The way it's put together and detailed is nice as fuck. He sat the whole four hours and took the pain for that big ass tattoo.

"Oh my Gosh, Majesty!" Shai exclaims, smiling at his arm. I shake my head. To each his own but there's no way in hell I would be fucking with Shai heavily. He claim he don't want her but he treat her better than most niggas treat their own wives. I ain't understanding Majesty at all. I brought one of my hoes out here but didn't buy her a damn thing except some food. Meanwhile, Majesty buys the bitch whatever he sees for her. That's crazy but oh well. I know who ain't getting a Christmas gift from me this year though with his dumb ass.

"That shit live as fuck." Qua says, looking at it. "I want one." Reign says, smiling. Reign don't have a single tattoo. "For real?" KeKe asks. She nods her head yes. "What do you have in mind?" the tattoo artist, John asks her, smiling some. She bites her bottom lip then whispers something in his ear. "That's what you want?" he asks, seeming surprised. "Yes, but only if he gets one too." she says, blushing. I raise my eyebrow. I know damn well her dumb ass ain't finna tat this nigga Qua's name on her right now. It's too early for it and I don't agree with putting your significant other's name on your body no way.

"Get what?" Qua asks. "I'm gonna get your name on me and you have to get mine." she says. "Girl..." Nariah says, laughing a little bit. Qua is just looking at her funny.  "Your name?" he asks. "Yes." she answers. He shakes his head no then wraps his arms around her. "I fucks with you but that's a lil too much and a lil too soon." he says. She rolls her eyes. "I wasn't getting your name anyways." she says. "That's cool too." he nonchalantly says.

"I want to get my mom and dad's names in a cute cursive font. I want them written into a cute heart shape though. Oh, and I want red ink utilized in some type of way too." Reign tells him, showing him a reference picture on her phone. "What's their names?" he asks her as she sits down in his chair. "Antasia and Jessica. I can write it down for you." she says. "Okay. Where do you want the tattoo and how do you want the sizing?" he asks. "I want it on my inner wrist and I don't want it too big or too little." she says. He nods his head, grabbing his marker to create the template. I'm surprised she really putting their names on her after all the shit they've been going through lately.

She loudly gasps as he starts doing the tattoo. "Fuck! What the hell?" she exclaims, closing her eyes tight. "Girl, you chose the wrong spot for your first tattoo." Nariah says, giggling as Reign closes her eyes tight. "Suck it up, mane. It'll be over soon, baby." Qua says, laughing as he takes pictures of her. She is getting a tattoo in one of those real painful areas. It probably feels worse for her since this her first tattoo. She'll probably never get another one, knowing her and how dramatic she can be.

She got her tattoo and she in love with it. "Oh my God... It's so pretty. Look, Qua." she says, showing him her arm. It does look good. I wonder how my momma and dad will react to her getting that after all of their drama. I like it though. At least her first tattoo got a meaning to it. My first one was my momma's name too.

"I'm gonna get one too." Shai says, taking her shirt off. "What you undressing for, Shai?" Majesty asks her, seeming annoyed. "It's small, sir. I want it underneath my left boob." she tells the artist. "Take these, go into the restroom, and cover your breasts with them." he instructs, giving her some type of cloth things. "Covering them lil ass titties won't take long, trust me." Majesty jokes. "Whatever, baby balls." she says back.

"A gotdamn lie. We got the same balls and my balls and dick was big last time I checked." I say. "Noble, hush." Reign demands, laughing as she takes pictures of her tattoo. "Baby balls? You can't resist these big balls and this big ole dick. Shit talking ass." Majesty says to her, gripping her ass while she blushes at him.

Shai went and covered her nipples and now she's lying down to get her tattoo. "Is this your first one?" John asks her, grabbing the gun. "Oh, no. I have one somewhere unmentionable." she answers, giggling. All of us look at Majesty. "Why y'all niggas looking at me? All it is is a small ass butterfly." he says as both of them laugh. "She also got a-" "Shut up!" Shai demands, cutting him off as she laughs. Let me find out Shai with that freaky shit.

She getting her tattoo now and she just taking the pain. I don't know what it is yet because she only told John. It's underneath her left titty. "What she getting?" Qua asks. I shrug my shoulders then yawn. I'm tired as a mothafucka. This is our last evening in Vegas and we gotta go back home tomorrow. It's been fun though. "All done." John says. Majesty walks over there then looks at Shai's chest. His eyes widen. "Shaiann..." he says. "Damn, he called her the government name." KeKe mumbles.

Majesty is just staring at the tattoo. "Um... do you like it?" Shai asks him. "Why you do that?" he asks her. "Because I wanted to." she answers, grabbing her shirt. She walks away to the bathroom. "What was her tattoo?" Reign asks Majesty. "Ion even wanna answer that." he says. "She got your name, didn't she?" Nariah asks. He sighs. "This shit outta control now." he says, walking out of the room like he just frustrated with his life.

"He cannot be mad at her because he treats her like a queen. I don't like her but how the hell can he get mad at her when he's the one that got her head all boosted up? He probably fucks her like he's making love to her ass and everything." Reign says. "Baby, just mind your business. Majesty grown. Let that nigga do his shit." Qua says to her. "I'm not getting in it but when you doing everything her man won't do, when you blowing money on her, fucking her good, holding on to her in public, and making her feel special, her catching feelings is expected. He's dumb if he was expecting her not to fall in love. Majesty treats that bitch better than I've ever seen him treat any female." Reign says. "True, best bitch." Miguel agrees, nodding his head. "I'm with Reign on this one. He can't be mad. Fuck it though. We got our own lives to live and our own problems to deal with so let's just be quiet about them and let them do they thing." KeKe says, ending the conversation.

All of us are headed back to this fancy restaurant we found on Google. I changed my mind about getting my tattoo cause I'm not in the mood for that. Imma just fly back out here eventually and get it then, maybe after my baby is born cause Imma get his or her face and name on me at some point too. "What was your tattoo?" Nariah asks Shai, looking back here. The truck got three rows of seats. KeKe is driving and Nariah is in the passenger seat. Shai clears her throat. "Um... I got a kind of small queen of hearts symbol." she answers. "And Majesty just got a Life Is A Gamble tattoo and it got some playing cards and a couple of ones with the Kings on them, right?" Nariah asks. "Yes, and it was my decision so I don't give a damn about anybody's opinion on me deciding to match his tattoo somewhat." Shai answers, lying her head on Majesty's shoulder.

"The fact that this girl is your friend's wife though. This is trash. Y'all are so fucked up for this one, Majesty. Drew gon' kill y'all nasty butts. Shai, if you ever think you wanna get some dick and fall in love with KeKe, imma be at your neck." Nariah goes off. "Forget Drew and nobody wants KeKe, Nariah." Shai mumbles, still lying on Majesty.

Nariah shakes her head. "When Drew finds out, I hope you wearing your big girl panties that day cause he is gonna fuck you up, Shai.  You need to find you so damn respect for your fucking self. You out here being one of your husband's closest friend's cum rag. What the hell? Majesty does not want shit but your damn pussy, Shai. If you don't want to be with Drew no more, drop that nigga and find you somebody better but fucking with the nigga's friend is what's gon' get your ass killed." Nariah goes off.

Me and my siblings are awkwardly looking around now. "I am so much more than his cum rag. Leave me alone, okay? I'm not bothering you, Nariah, so get out of my business. I've been nothing but respectful to everyone this whole trip. I've been trying my hardest to not piss anyone off. Now, you're all in my business and it has nothing to do with you. Like I said, I am more than his cum rag." Shai says. "What the fuck are you then?" Nariah asks, folding her arms across her chest. "I'm his girl." Shai answers, making me spit my water out on accident.

Majesty moves her head off of him then sits up. "Shai, you not my fucking bitch." he snaps on her. This nigga been having an attitude since we left the tattoo shop and shit. Shai's eyes just got full of tears. "I'm sick of this! You know you care!" she screams in his face. He shoves her body away from him. "Get the fuck out my face with that dumb bullshit, Shai!" he hollers back at her. "Stop fucking yelling, bitches, my head hurts!" Reign screams at both of them. "You a bitch!" Majesty yells at Reign. "How bout all y'all some bitches? Shut up. Y'all acting like children, hell. Shut up." KeKe demands.

"No one would be fucking into it if your baby's mother would have stayed in her lane!" Shai snaps on him. She right on that one. Even though everybody was probably thinking the same thing, it wasn't Nariah's place to get into that. "Girl, I'm stating facts and saying all the shit everybody is thinking. You are your husband's friend's lil cum rag. How dumb can you be, Shai?" Nariah asks. "Okay, and what the fuck are you to KeKe? Bitch, you're just a friend he uses for pussy and the mother of his child! If I'm a damn cum rag, so are you because I don't see a damn ring on your finger and I damn sure haven't heard him claim you as shit other than his baby's mother or his best friend! When you get out of the cum rag and baby momma lane, come try to give me advice then, bitch!" Shai goes off. Oh man, gotdamn. Shai just spit a lil fire Nariah's way, I can't even flex about that.

I look back at Qua, Reign, Miguel, and his boyfriend. All of their eyes are widened. "Damn. Okay, Shuttle. You did that, bitch." my bitch Wendy says. I tap her leg. "Be quiet, now." I demand. "What? She been walking around like a little punk the whole trip and she finally spoke up. I applaud you, girl." Wendy says, clapping. "Either shut up or get out and walk and find yo own way back home to Cali." I threaten her, making her be quiet. "Asswipe. You keep your tight ass boxers up your lil ass hole." she mumbles. "Too little panties wearing ass. Get you some Vagisil for that future yeast infection." I say back to her.
She rolls her eyes then flips me off.

"Bitch, we will never be the same. You are so fucking pathetic, nasty bitch. I've been dealing with KeKe since I was a young teenager and I am thirty years old now. We have a child together and we have genuine love for each other. You don't know our situation better than me, so you can really shut the fuck up before you get your lil silly ass beat." Nariah says. "Okay, bitch, I rest my case. You're thirty fucking years old with no ring and no title! At least I'm not dumb enough to be dealing with a man way over ten years and still not be his wife! You've been dealing with him since you were teens and you guys are thirty years old now and all you have to show for it is your fucking one year old daughter!" Shai snaps, glaring at her. Shai lil ass on fire today, I see.

"Can y'all stop debating about my business? Shai, you don't know what you speaking on and Nariah, when it come to her and Majesty, you don't know what you speaking on neither. Ain't no telling what they be doing when they get alone. Just let them do they thing and be quiet. Damn, get out each other's business." KeKe says. "I'm stating facts. Fuck her. She never should've said anything. If I want to cheat on Drew, that's what I'm gonna do and I'm gonna do it with who I want to." Shai says. "Okay, dumb ass hoe, do you want a shiny gold star for being a damn homie hopping hoe? Is that what you want? Please, Majesty, never get the bitch pregnant because if y'all have a daughter, this slut ass bitch will be a terrible example for her!" Nariah goes off. "Too late, bitch." Shai says.

"Too late for what?" Reign asks. "Right." Miguel says, looking at Shai. All of us are looking at Shai crazy. "No, he didn't get me pregnant! Don't even start thinking that." Shai says, rolling her eyes. "What was the too late for?" I ask. "I'm saying too late because I know Majesty and I will be together and I know we will have children some day." Shai answers. I shake my head. Shai is delusional. That nigga dicked her down a few times and turned her crazy. I've never in my life seen a woman wild out this bad and act so clingy over nothing but dick being involved. Let me find out he be talking soft in her ear telling her what she wanna hear. Ain't no way she acting like this over just simple dick and a couple of shopping sprees. What he do to her?

"You better get yo bitch, Majesty, before I knock her teeth out her disrespectful mouth." Nariah threatens. "I ain't getting her, bruh. You started that bullshit. She not wrong for defending herself just because you didn't like what she had to say to you, mane. Quit picking fights with her ass then acting shocked when she say some shit back, bruh, damn." Majesty says. "I agree with that, I won't even lie. Just take yo L, mane. It's all good." Qua says.

Nariah rolls her eyes then looks at KeKe as he drives in silnece. "You can't speak up?" she snaps on him. Reign face palms herself, looking like she's trying her best to not go off on somebody. "Speak up for what, Nariah? Damn, if you start a debate with somebody, why you so shocked when they come back at you?" KeKe asks. "You know what, KeKe. I just lost so much respect for you." Nariah says. "Lost respect for him for what? Nariah, girl, you started with her first. Like, damn." Reign says. Nariah was wrong and that was it, even if everything she said was true. It simply was not her place.

"I don't want to hear that. Right or wrong, he supposed to defend me, what the fuck?" Nariah snaps, in tears. "Maybe, if you were more than just his cum rag with his child, he would've done that." Shai says, smirking like she got the upper hand. Nariah takes her seat belt off then leans back here, throwing punches at Shai. I ain't breaking this bullshit up. Women be so damn extra over the dumbest shit. Honestly, both of them are equally being dumb for two different niggas so neither one of them got the room to talk in my opinion. Shai sure did talk a lot of shit knowing she can't fight though.

They still fighting and we just got to the restaurant. "Noble, let your seat up so we can get out." Reign nonchalantly says as I open my door. Wendy gets out then lets the seat up. Qua, Reign, Miguel, and his dude just climbed out the back. "Anybody gon' break it up?" Qua asks. "Hell naw. Let them be stupid as hell all they want to. I'm hungry." Majesty says, heading to the entrance looking like he in the most fucked up mood possible. These women too old to be doing this shit over really nothing, to be honest.

We just got inside and seated and those two are literally still outside fighting and arguing. "Y'all ain't breaking y'all girlfriends up?" Wendy jokes with Majesty and KeKe. "I don't like that shit Nariah doing. She know I really can't stand all that fighting for no reason." KeKe says, seeming embarrassed. "Shai ain't my bitch. Ion care bout what she do." Majesty says. "Real talk, stop leading her on, Majesty." Reign says.

He waves her off then looks at our waitress. "Damn." me, KeKe, Qua, and Majesty mumble at the same time, looking at her. She bad as hell. "Qua, what you damning for? Get it together, negro. You better act like you got a bad bitch in your life already before you lose her ass." Miguel fusses at him, rolling his neck and pointing at Reign as she looks at Qua like he lost his mind. The waitress is sexy though.

"Hey, I'm Katina and I'll be serving you all today." she says, smiling at us. I look down at her ass. Her ass so fat like she went and got some shots in it and it looks like she one of those women that be wearing waist trainers and working out on Instagram. She fine as fuck to all of us niggas at the table for sure. She brown skinned and she got long, red weave in her head

"What can I start you all with to drink?" she asks, shyly biting her glossy bottom lip. She got her eyes on Qua like crazy. "You can start me off with yo number, honestly." I say, handing her my phone. She starts laughing as she takes it from me. "You're extremely sexy too but I was hoping he would have asked me first." she admits, pointing at Qua. "Abort mission." Majesty warns her, pointing at Reign.

Reign is glaring at Qua as he looks around like he clueless. "Um... is there a problem?" Katina asks. "Yes, bitch. You're flirting with my nigga when I'm clearly sitting here." Reign answers. Katina puts her number in my phone then gives it back to me. "What? He's sexy and he's brown skinned. You can't blame me for being interested. You should really work on that insecurity of yours and if you call me another bitch, I will be losing my job for beating your ass today." Katina says, sitting her small notepad on the table and folding her arms across her chest.

Reign starts laughing. "I'm telling you right now, this ain't what you want, hoe. Bitch, what the hell do I look like fighting your dumb ass for wanting my man when you could never have him anyway? You cute but you can't fuck with me on my worse day. Don't get beside yourself. Anybody with a fat ass is cute to these niggas right here anyway." Reign says. Katina nods her head. "Tell him to keep his eyes off of me then." Katina says, pointing at Qua. "I gotta pee." he says, standing up and walking off fast as hell.

Reign folds her arms across her chest. "How the fuck are you a server at a fine dining restaurant acting like this?" Reign asks. "What can I get everybody to drink?" Katina asks, ignoring Reign. "I'll pass. Let's just go eat somewhere else, everybody. We don't need the extra drama." KeKe says, standing up.  "I agree cause this hoe might fuck around and spit in your food, Reign, and then we'll have to come beat her ass up." Wendy says, making Reign laugh. Her and Reign have been cracking jokes all day but didn't talk that much yesterday. They both shady and crazy as hell and would honestly make good friends in my opinion. Wendy, Miguel, and Reign combined will be so wild if they really link up.

"Beat who ass?" Katina asks. "You look so familiar." Majesty says to Katina. I look past him as Nariah and Shai both walk in here looking calmer. Nariah's face is red but they ain't looking all torn up anymore. Both of them sit down. "Where do you think you know me from? I used to dance at King of Diamonds when I lived in Miami. Have you seen me there?" she asks, smiling at him. "Oh shit. I fucked you before." Majesty says. She starts blushing. "And you tipped me five thousand dollars?" she asks. He nods his head yes. "See, now I remember." she says, blushing and giving him a hug. Majesty stay tricking on bitches, on my life.

"How you been doing?" Majesty asks her. "I'm great. Are you still in the clubs every weekend?" she jokingly asks. "Naw. I got a lil one now." he says, chuckling. She smiles. "That's nice." she says. "Who is this?" Shai asks Majesty, pointing at Katina. "Is this your girl?" Katina asks him. "Naw, she my assistant." he answers, making me laugh my ass off. Shai shakes her head at him then storms away from the table. This nigga just called her his assistant. He so disrespectful for not at least claiming her as a friend or something like that.

Qua just sat back down. "Seriously, what do you guys want to drink?" Katina asks, rolling her eyes  at Reign. "Just give me a Sprite because if I get some alcohol in me, I'm bound to fucking beat your ass." Reign says. "Naw, she don't want nothing to drink." I say, shaking my head no. Katina might spit in her drink and food and we don't need that. "Yes I do so I can just throw it on her if she rolls her eyes at me again. Why aren't you serving your different tables? You know you need the tips, girl, cause your weave looks right up a broke bitch's alley." Reign says.

"Chill." Qua demands. "Let's just go, everybody." KeKe demands. "Yeah... Katina, hit me up on Instagram. Hit my DM." Majesty says to her. "What's your Instagram name?" she asks him. "Me and my twin share an account. Nevermind, just write yo number on a napkin." he says  sliding one to her. She  writes it down then gives it back to him. Katina glances over at Qua again as he looks everywhere but at her. "You really want to pretend to not know me?" she asks him. "What you want, Katina? We ended a long  time ago." he says. Whoa, how come nobody knew he dated her fine ass?

"You can still stop pretending and say hello. It's been so long." she says, staring at him like she still in love. "Katina... naw. I'm with somebody and I'm good. I don't need you." he says. "Oh, so, you forgot about me?" she asks, sounding hurt. "How could I forget about somebody that broke my heart for the first time?" he asks. "I was nineteen and stupid then when I cheated on you, Qua." she says. Oh shit, now I remember. I didn't ever meet her but I remember some bitch fucking him over back then. "And I'm twenty two and happy with somebody better than you. Take care of yourself. Hopefully, the nigga you had a baby for back then will buy yo ass some new hair cause that shit through." Qua says, getting up and heading to the exit. Dang. She sure did get pregnant by somebody he was cool with. I didn't know this was her.

Everybody walked out the restaurant except for me. Katina looks like she seconds away from crying right here at her job. "You should go tend to your other tables. The people looking impatient." I say, watching tears roll down her cheeks. "Can you give him my phone number that I put in your phone? I know he's with her but I need closure. After we broke up and I had a baby by someone else, I moved to Miami and started stripping, then I moved to Oakland, then to Compton, then here to Vegas." she explains. "You had a baby by somebody that nigga was cool with and that nigga in love with my lil sister. I'll give him the number but he might just write it down then wipe his ass with it, honestly." I say. She rolls her eyes then storms off to her tables. She should've never asked me.

QUA

It's a lot on my mind. I wasn't expecting to see my ex girlfriend Katina. She wasn't my first girlfriend, she was just the first one I had feelings for. She fucked a nigga I was cool with and even let him get her pregnant. After that, I damn near hated the idea of falling in love. I've been in relationships since then and I did treat those women right but I never felt nothing too deep because I was trying not to get all fucked up again. Reign changed that for me though. She be making me feel like I don't have a choice but to fall in love with her. She got her lil fuck ups like everybody else but she still somebody I wanna have around for the rest of my life if I can.

We back at the hotel getting ready for a pool party now after we went and ate dinner at some type of fine dining seafood restaurant. Reign in her room tripping on me. She didn't say one single word to me after we left the first restaurant, not even in the truck riding and she was sitting right next to me. Reign be acting insecure as hell but I get it though. She used to getting fucked over.

I put my Gucci flip flops on then walk out of my suite. I'm headed to Reign's room to try to get her to talk to me. I didn't even do shit. It ain't like I sat there reminiscing with Katina lil slow ass or nothing like that at all. Damn, something always happening between me and Reign.

I knock on her door then step back. She opens it then looks me up and down. She got her music playing in here. She got a pair of pink and black Valentino cat eye shades on, a white, pink, blue, and black color block bandeau bikini top and a long, wrap skirt that matches the top. She looking good as hell but I already know she'll probably slap the shit out of me if I try to touch her when she mad like this.

"You just gonna stare at me?" she asks. "Can I come in?" I ask. She eyes me for a second then steps aside. I walk in then sit down on her bed. "How you feel? Ion like that lil silent treatment bullshit. What's on yo mind?" I ask. I want to know cause I honestly don't even have the patience to try to read her mind right now. I hate how she act like she can't ever just come at me and simply say what the problem is. She either coming in swinging on me or just ignoring me altogether when she pissed off.

"You should know. When she walked up, you said damn right along with my brothers." she says. "So, you mean to tell me you don't be finding other niggas attractive? Am I supposed to not think women look good just cause we in a relationship?" I ask. "You can think what you want but it becomes disrespectful when you blurt out the word damn right in my face as if I'm not your girlfriend, Qua." she says. "I'm sorry for that. It just came out, to be honest." I say. That was just a natural reaction but I wouldn't dare flirt with no bitches when we official as hell now. "Yeah, and when I tell you we over with, imma say it just came out." she sarcastically says.

"Stop being mad at me, Reign. It's just us, baby, on everything. Just me and you." I assure her. "Why would you be staring at her of all people when you knew she was your ex and tried to play like you didn't know her? You still love her?" she asks. "Hell naw." I answer, truthfully. "I don't love shit about Katina. She just looked good and that's all." I add. "See, you making me mad, my nigga. Let Drew walk in a mothafuckin room looking good. If I say damn and just constantly stare at his ass, you'll be mad and ready to dump me on the spot for it and you know that." she says.

"Can we stop arguing over somebody that's so irrelevant?" I ask. "No, Imma say what I got to say. I ain't with that bullshit, Qualynn, I done told you that one too many damn times. You better keep that bullshit in your head cause I refuse to sit back like a lil weak ass bitch and let you get your fucking flirt on with these hoes." she goes off. "I didn't do nothing, Reign." I say. "You're trash. I'm done with you. Since you don't see the issue with you staring at your ex and saying damn when she came in, I'm through with you. Bye, you piece of shit." she says, putting her lip gloss on.

"Who in the fuck you talking to like that?" I ask. She got a reckless mouth and some of her lil slick comments be pissing me off so bad. "Does it look like I'm talking to myself? It ain't nobody else but your piece of shit ass in here so bye." she answers. "I'm a piece of shit now?"  I ask. "That's what I said so yeah." she answers. I shake my head at her then walk out of her room before I fuck around and snap on her mental ass.

She snatches the door open. "Yeah, you better run off." she says. I turn around then walk back in the room. "Talk to me like that one more time and I promise you'll be a single woman." I warn her. I ain't about to argue with her no more. I just know I ain't about to put up with somebody that wanna talk to me like they crazy. Fuck this bullshit if that's what she wanna constantly do. She not the only woman in the world I could fuck with.

"I don't care." she says. "Aight, cool. We done then." I say. She glares at me as I walk to the door. "Qua, wait." she says, grabbing my arm. I move her off of me. "I'm dead serious, Reign. Fuck you if you can't control what the fuck you say. Ion know who the fuck you used to dealing with but I ain't having none of that. You either gon' talk to me with respect or we over with, period. I ain't no lil bitch ass nigga, mane, fuck on somewhere and go pull that on another nigga that'll let yo ass do it." I go off on her, watching her face turn red.

"Okay, Qua, I'm sorry. I don't wanna break up, I'm just mad." she whines. I glare at her as she hugs me around my waist. "You get on my nerves with the bullshit. I'm stressed as it is and Ion need no extra stress at all." I say. "I don't try to stress you out." she says. I move away from her then sit on the bed. "What you think you be doing when you start all that unnecessary ass hollering and shit?" I ask. "I'm not apologizing for being mad about you looking at her like that and acting like I wasn't there because I still feel the same. I will apologize for talking to you like that. I'm sorry, Qua." she apologizes.

I sigh. "It's cool, Reign. You gotta chill out. I told you I ain't tolerating nobody talking to me like that. Ion think you get it. I was an abused and fucked up mentally mothafucka growing up and when you start talking to me like you lost yo mind, you trigger all types of shit in me that really needs to be left alone. So, stop, Reign." I warn her. If she wasn't my girl, I probably would've hauled off and knocked her teeth out. I can't handle nobody coming at me with no bullshit too well cause it reminds me of too much and I snap. I don't ever wanna lose my shit on Reign, at all.

She nods her head, crying. "Now I feel really bad." she says. I pull her in my arms. "It ain't nothing to cry about, Reign. We a new couple so we got a lot of shit to learn about each other, aight? I ain't finna hold it against you. Just chill." I say. She nods her head, sniffling. "My mouth is so out of control when I'm mad and I'm always pushing somebody I care about away with it." she says. "That's something you gotta work on, baby. Everybody got they lil shit they have trouble with. You not the first or the last that got a flaw. Just try to do better." I say. She nods her head, looking in my eyes while I wipe her tears away. She not a bad person by any means, she just crazy as fuck and goes overboard real fast without even thinking about her words or her actions.

"Why you crying like this?" I ask as she full blown sobs on my chest. She crying real hard out of nowhere. "I miss my mom and dad... especially my mom. I miss her so much." she cries. "She miss you too. When she see me, she always ask about you and how you doing. Just talk to her." I say. "I don't know what to say." she says. "Apologize, first of all." I say. She shakes her head no, crying harder. "My momma is probably so sick and tired of hearing me say I'm sorry. Qua, I don't even know how many times I snapped and said shit I never even meant to her growing you. One time I spit in her face, I swung on her with a crowbar when I was like sixteen, I've fought her, and I've cussed her out more times than I can rememeber. I never meant the shit I've said, Qua. And now I just don't know what to say to her. I feel so bad and I think about her so much. I just miss her and I want her to hug me again." she says, crying harder than she was.

"She not dead, Reign. Just talk to her. She missing you too and she love you through whatever. You gotta do better though. You got a good ass momma. A perfect parent don't exist so don't mention her mistakes. She still was always a good as mother to her kids whenever I was around growing up. She gave my ass whoopings and treated me how she treated everybody else growing up. All I'm saying is, I know she not perfect but she good to you. Y'all can work through this shit." I say. She nods her head, hugging me tighter. "You're right." she says.

I've been holding her for about thirty minutes while she pulls herself together. She stands up. "Sorry. I just had a moment." she says, brushing her hair. "You good." I say. She nods her head, turning the music on her speaker up. "I honestly don't feel like going to this pool party anymore." she says. "Why not?" I ask. "Because, people keep on arguing and I don't wanna be around that shit. Hell no, I do not like Shai at all but I'm done picking at her ass. What was the point in Nariah saying anything to that hoe?" she asks.

"Ion think she had bad intentions, it just came off like that." I say. "I thought it was unnecessary and it killed the vibe. Shai wasn't bothering us at all. She was being her usual dumb self and being all over Majesty but she wasn't bothering nobody. Fuck the hoe, I cannot stand her but what the fuck did she do in that moment?" she asks. "Okay, Reign, I get it." I say, laughing.

She chuckles. "I'm just saying. I needed a vacation but not the drama. I want to be as drama free as possible. Hell, if Shai wanna be a dumb hoe and be in love with my dumb ass brother, that's her business. Speaking of my dumb ass brother. Do you think Majesty has feelings for Shrimp?" she asks, making me laugh. "Y'all stay changing her damn name. But I think so but ain't no telling with Majesty." I answer.

"Yeah... I think he likes her a little." she admits. "Yeah, I think he a lil interested in her too. What if he is though? How will you feel?" I ask. "I'll be ready to slap some sense into his brain. I don't know. It'll be bad because like... that's his friend's wife. What would you do if I fucked around with one of your friends?" I ask. "I would think you a nut case because my friends are your brothers." I answer, laughing. She rolls her eyes.

"You know what I meant." she says. "If you fuck somebody I'm close to, I honestly might knock yo head off." I admit. "Dang, let me find out you're abusive." she says. "Mane, no. You had me in a choke hold beating the shit outta me in front of all my people and I didn't lay my hands on you. Naw, I ain't abusive." I answer, laughing. She be swinging on me like a lil man so if I haven't whooped her ass by now, she should already know I ain't abusive. She the one that's abusive.

"Mhmm, whatever. Imma keep my hands to myself, I promise." she says, looking back at me. I look down at her ass. Reign got so much ass and it's round too. "Quit looking at my booty, James." she jokes. I throw one of the pillows at her, laughing. "Yo ass must've been a fast ass lil girl for yo people to keep you away from me growing up. How you get James from Qua?" I ask, making her laugh.

"I wasn't fast. I was just curious. I used to ask my parents about sex and all types of stuff when I was a little girl. One time when I was about nine, I was looking through my mom and dad's drawers and I found her vibrator. I was so scared and I asked my daddy what it was and I think he said it was a jumbo eraser." she says, making me laugh.

"What the fuck was Ant smoking to say that shit was an eraser?" I ask. She shrugs her shoulders, laughing. "My terrible Uncle Vonte told the truth and said it was a fake dick. I was disgusted back then but now, I understand. Hell, I should go buy myself a vibrator." she says. "Naw, I'm all the vibrator you'll ever need. Can't no vibrator compete with the way I'll dick you down." I tell her. She looks at me wide eyed like she surprised. I'm serious.

"Well, I haven't had it so Imma find a sex shop. Miguel and I are gonna go buy us some toys." she says, smirking. I pull her between my legs. "Naw... once you get some dick from me, on god, you not finna want no lil pussy ass vibrator no more." I say, making her laugh. "Yeah, whatever. This is my song!" she exclaims as Lloyd's song Feels So Right starts playing on her small speaker.

I scoot back to her head board then watch as she stands in the middle of the floor singing along and dancing. I'll fuck the shit out of her to this song any day. I watch as she pulls her long skirt up some while she grinds slowly to it. "Girl, tell me how you feel deep down inside, yeah. Cause I'm trynna make you feel, feel so right, whenever your body's laying next to me. Gone and get loose, let's take it through the roof, cause you know that you're the truth. Girl, you extra fine." she sings along, swaying her hips.

I got my eyes glued to her ass. "Come here." I demand, watching how slowly move her body. She walks over to the bed then climbs in. "Take it off." I mumble, pointing at the skirt. She bites her bottom lip as she takes her skirt off. "Dance for me." I say, watching her blush. She positions herself in front of me in the bed then arches her back with her ass in my face. I'm rubbing on her body while she grinds and pops her ass to the rhythm. Damn, she so fine. I honestly still don't know how I pulled Reign at all.

I grab the top of the bottom half of her bikini then pull it down. She lifts her legs, letting me take it all the way off. I throw it across the bed then grip her ass, looking at her clit while she rubs between her legs. She all wet and shit. I pull her back by her waist, putting her pussy in my face so I can eat that shit.

She gasps, gripping the cover on the bed while I eat her out. I move away from her as Back That Azz Up starts playing. "Why you stop?" she whines. "Dance." I say, looking between her legs. She starts laughing as she twerks in my face to the song. Her pussy opening up every single time her ass claps and that's really all I wanted to see.

I pull my swimtrunks down, ignoring my phone as Noble calls me. "They called me too." Reign mumbles, still dancing. I pull my swimtrunks off. "They can wait. Who the fuck gets to a party on time anyway?" I ask, shrugging my shoulders. If they leave us cause they wanna be lame as hell and get there when it starts, we can just catch an Uber.

I smack Reign's clit with my dick. She just tensed up real bad. "What's wrong, Reign?" I ask, sighing and pulling away from her. She sits at the edge of the bed, looking at the floor. "It's cool." I say, standing back up and pulling my swimtrunks back. I ain't finna force her to give me some pussy. Damn, I didn't think she was finna back out like that. "If you gonna fuck me, at least kiss me and do it right. I'm just playing." she says, laughing and spreading her legs in my face.

I shake my head no, closing her legs. "I ain't even in the mood no more. You wasn't playing. You ain't comfortable yet." I say. She ain't saying nothing as she watches me. "Are you mad about it?" she asks. "Naw." I answer, grabbing my phone and calling Noble back. "Where the fuck y'all at, mane? Nigga, we gotta go cause we stopping to get some weed from a dispensary then we gotta stop at a liquor store before we go to the party." he says. "We coming now. We had to talk." I lie. "Bet. We in the truck waiting. Y'all could've fucked later on, nigga." he says, then hangs up.

I look at Reign. She gets on her knees in front of me then tries to pull my swimtrunks back down. "Stop." I demand. "Why? I wanna suck your dick right now." she says. "No. Look... we gotta set some boundaries. If we ain't fucking no time soon, you gotta stop getting my dick all hard and shit cause I'm tired of it. You get me in the mood for some pussy then you pull back from me. So, we not doing shit but simple kisses cause I can't take no more of you playing with my dick's feelings." I say, making her chuckle.

She pushes me back on the bed then straddles my lips, instantly kissing my lips. I wrap my arms around her lower waist, kissing her back. She goes down to my neck, licking on it. I pull away. "What I just tell you? Let's go though." I say, slapping her on her ass while she stands up.

Reign cleaned herself up and got dressed. We just got outside to the truck. "Damn, y'all finally done fucking?" KeKe asks, laughing. "I swear. Come on, Big Booty Judy." Miguel says to Reign, laughing as he slides over on the last row for her to sit down. Damn, these folks nosey as hell. If only they knew, I ain't even getting no pussy yet. They probably would laugh at me if I told them.

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We made all of our stops and we just got in the pool party. "Damn, bruh. Why nobody told me Las Vegas bitches so fine? Last time I was here, hoes was not this sexy." Noble says, looking around at all the bad bitches in swimsuits and bikinis showing everything. It smell like weed and alcohol. It's a nice lil setting, to be honest. I chuckle, watching some young nigga try his hardest to not fall down while some fine ass bitch throws her ass back on him. "Look, that nigga can't handle her. On my momma, I'll break that bitch." Majesty says, pointing at them.

"Her ass is fat though. Qua, you have permission to look." Reign says, grabbing my hand and laughing. "I should fuss at yo lil gay ass cause you stay looking at bitches with fat asses yourself." I say. "Shut up." she demands, laughing and squeezing my hand. If I wasn't a happily taken man, I promise I would be in here trying to have a threesome with somebody's daughters by now. I'm committed out here so fuck all that.

All of us are sitting around at a table except for Reign and Noble's friend Wendy. They up twerking as usual. "These hoes is not ready, bitch!" Miguel exclaims, standing up and throwing his ass. "Aww hell naw." Noble says, shaking his head and looking away. I can't even eat my plate of ribs no more. I can't name one single straight man on this earth that wanna watch a gay man shake his ass. I damn sure ain't with that.

Majesty stands up, smoking a blunt and rapping. "Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair." I rap along to 21 Savage song Bank Account. "I wish your ass would triple cross my daddy. That plug ain't the one." Reign says to me, making everybody laugh. She so damn extra. "I can't rap?" I ask, laughing and playfully pushing her.

"I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Ms in my bank account, yeah." Majesty raps loud as hell, counting with his fingers and smoking the blunt. "On god!" Noble yells, dancing with him. Shai starts blushing, watching Majesty. This hoe damn near obsessed with this nigga. I can't see that ending well cause it got too far when it was supposed to be some casual sex on the cruise.

It's some bitches watching them dance. Reign stands up then starts rapping and dancing with them, counting a stack of hundreds she pulled out of her purse. Damn near everybody watching us in the section. Wendy stands up then starts twerking on Noble while he holds her waist. Reign looks at me then walks over here, shaking her ass in my lap. I chuckle, gripping her waist. One thing about her family is they know how to party from the oldest folks in the family straight down to the youngest.

SHAI

I'm loving this party. I bought myself some Ciroc and pineapple juice and I'm feeling so relieved now. Majesty pissed me off earlier but I don't even want to think about that right now. I'm about to enjoy my last night here in Las Vegas before I have to go back home to California and put up with Drew and all of his bullshit.

Oh my Gosh, this party is so wild. Majesty and Noble said they're good friends with the guy who threw the party so that's how we ended up here. Some women are literally in here naked or with everything showing. Here I am in a one piece swimsuit thinking I'm cute. I look like a child compared to the way all of the other women are dressed. Majesty is probably so ashamed of me for this one. He didn't compliment me at all.

People are throwing their asses everywhere. Majesty is drunk, as usual and dancing by himself and rapping like he's in his own little world. Nariah is dancing on KeKe, Miguel and his boyfriend are grinding together, Noble is getting twerked on by Wendy and two other women, and Qua is sitting in his chair with Reign straddling his lap and making her ass clap while he bounces her up and down, holding her by her butt cheeks.

I sigh. I wish I wasn't so shy and I wish I could dance like everybody else. Reign glances over at me. "Shai, quit being a lame ass bitch and go dance on my brother. You can't be a boring hoe for the rest of your life. Bitch, ain't nobody finna snitch to Drew. Get your ass up and dance. Fuck your bitch ass husband." Reign's drunk self says to me. I really don't like her at all but she's not so bad when Drew isn't around to stir things up.

I walk over to Majesty. He looks down at me. "Give me some." he demands, pointing at my cup of alcohol. I hand it to him then watch as he drinks it all up. "You are such an alcoholic." I say, laughing. "That shit was nasty. Ion mix my liquor. I like it straight." he tells me. His speech is slurred as I don't know what but he still is keeping himself together well like the true functional alcoholic that he is.

He wraps his arms around my waist, forcing me to bury my head in his chest while he sways side to the music playing. "I love this song, Majesty." I mumble. French Montana's song Unforgettable is playing extra loud. He grips my ass, looking down at me grinning while he dances slowly with me.  I'm about to take my chances. I lean up then kiss him on his lips. He just cringed hard but he didn't pull away, surprisingly.

"Why did you cringe?" I ask. "Cause Ion want yo damn lips on me." he answers. "Just give me a kiss one time." I say. "Naw." he says, pulling away and looking annoyed. A woman walks over here then starts twerking on him right in front of me. He's not stopping her neither. He's smiling like he's enjoying her long titties having ass. I shake my head then walk away. Fuck him. I'm gonna find someone else to dance with then.

I'm in the pool drinking a wine cooler. "What's your name?" a guy asks me. He's not that cute but he'll do. "Sheena." I lie. I'm not giving anyone my real name because I refuse to get caught by Drew if someone recognizes my name. I literally don't know anyone else who's name is pronounced shy like mine is so if this got back to Drew, he would automatically know it's me.

"I'm Darrell. You here all alone?" he asks, getting out of the pool. I climb out then stand in front of him. "Oh, no. I came with a few friends." I lie. He nods his head. "Oh, okay. What do you want to drink? I got a few pills too." he says, eyeing my body. I know I'm far from a virgin but he's making me feel extremely uncomfortable right now. "I'm fine." I say, walking away as he grabs my arm.

I snatch away from him. "Is there a reason for you holding on to my arm?" I ask. "Damn, Sheena. I'm just trying to turn you up." he says. I roll my eyes then walk away, heading to where Majesty and his family are still dancing. He's really entertaining women right now. Another guy nods his head at me then walks over to me. He looks Mexican and black to me. "Wassup with you?" he asks with some type of accent. "Hi." I greet him, smiling. Damn, he is so fine. "My name Carlos." he says. "Sheena." I lie. He's fine but he can't get my real name neither.

"You live in Vegas?" he asks. "No, California. I'm just here for the weekend." I answer. "Me too. I'm just out here until tomorrow evening." he says. I nod my head. He looks over at Reign as she lets Wendy and Miguel pour shots in her mouth at the same time. "Ole girl been lit since she got here. That's your friend?" he asks, smiling as he watches her. I roll my eyes. "No, that's my home wrecker." I answer truthfully.

He looks at me funny. "I don't know what you meant by that but is she single?" he asks. "Nope. She's with the brown skinned guy with all of the tattoos." I answer, pointing at Qua. "Oh, damn. She happy? If she having relationship problems, I'm already in the door." he says, smiling and making me laugh. "Sorry. They're happy." I say. He chuckles. "Gotdamn. I'm respectful so Imma chill." he says.

I nod my head. "You got a man though?" he asks. "Not at all." I lie, smiling. "Good. I walked up to you to let you know my homie wanna fuck with you." he says. "Why didn't he approach me himself?" I ask. "Between me and you, he Mexican and you black, you feel what I'm saying? That nigga never fucked with a black woman so he was on some scared shit thinking you would've turned him down and said hell naw to that interracial shit." he says, making me laugh a little.

"Black women are not monsters." I say. "Don't take it like that. He just never fucked with somebody that ain't Mexican." he says. "Are you Mexican?" I ask. "Mexican momma, black father." he answers. I nod my head. God, he is so sexy but he's not interested in me and he could never top Majesty anyway. He says something in Spanish then motions for a handsome, skinny Mexican guy to walk over here. He looks so shy.

"This my nigga Max." he introduces him. "Hi, Max." I greet him, giving him a hug. Carlos has his eyes glued to Reign while she dances to the Young MA song playing. "Everytime I'm out, why she stressing me? You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphaniiiiiiiiie!" Reign and a few other people yell loud as hell. "If only she was single. Damn, it's always the fine ones." Carlos says, laughing.

I look at Max as he stares at me. "You look familiar." he says. "Oh. Nice to meet you." I say, walking away. I'm never in the mix unless I'm somewhere on Drew's arm like his trophy wife so if he says I look familiar, chances are he saw me with Drew maybe. I don't have time for it.

Him and Carlos just followed me. "Why you leaving, shorty?" Max asks. "Oh, just checking on my friends." I lie, putting my sunglasses on my face. Him and Carlos are looking at me so crazy now. I feel eyes burning me. I look over at Majesty. He's looking over here while those women talk to him. I look at Max then smile. "So, it's really a pleasure to meet you." I say, extending my hand for him to kiss.

We've been talking and laughing some. Majesty walks over here. "I wanna laugh too. What's funny? Who wanna fill me in on the good jokes?" Majesty asks, looking from me to Max. What the heck? "Oh, shit. Bro, I didn't know she had a boyfriend." Max says. "Sheena said she's single." he adds. Majesty eyes me for a second. "She married." he says, shrugging his shoulders.

Carlos just started laughing a little as Max stares at me. "I am not with anybody." I lie. "Yes she is. She married but I fuck her when I feel like it." Majesty nonchalantly says. I'm so ready to hurt him at this point. Max starts laughing. "So... She's for everybody?" Max asks. "Naw, for her husband and for me when I want that shit. Ain't no room for yo fuck ass." Majesty says. "You can keep your hoe, bro." Max says. "She still is fine as hell and she got a fat ass. I'd fuck her." he adds. Majesty draws back then punches Max in his face, knocking him a few feet back. "Majesty, stop!" I yell, rushing out of the way as he throws punches on Max.

It's complete chaos right now. Majesty is kicking Max's ass and Carlos just jumped in. "No! Stop it!" I scream as KeKe, Qua, Noble, Miguel, and even Reign jump the both of them. Reign is stomping on Max. Nariah, Wendy, Miguel's boyfriend Joshua, and a few other people are trying to break up the fight. This is really bad.

"Let's dip, bruh!" KeKe says to them, pulling Noble away. All of us are running out the party. "Your ass running too slow, Shai, haul ass!" Wendy goes off on me, gripping my arm and dragging me behind the rest of them. KeKe unlocks the truck then jumps in the front seat. All of us are in the back while he pulls off fast.

Reign starts laughing. "Y'all, we can't be out no more. We gotta go lay low at the hotel." Reign says. "What if you guys killed them?" I cry. "Shut up. Them niggas ain't dead, they just gon' be sore in the morning. We ain't new to beating niggas asses. If we wanted to kill them niggas, it would've showed. That shit never would've happened if you wasn't being a hoe." Majesty says to me. I close my eyes tight then jump on him, punching and kicking him. "I'm sick of your damn disrespect, Majesty fucking Mitchell!" I scream, grabbing his neck and trying to choke him.

"Damn, you not gon' beat her ass, girlfriend?" Joshua asks Reign. "No because he's fucking with her feelings constantly. Shai, you better quit hitting my brother though." Reign says. I punch him one last time. "Now, you better stop disrespecting me!" I yell. "Bitch, fuck yo dumb ass. Get yo mouth ready to suck my dick when we get to the hotel. Matter of fact, get on yo hands and knees now and throw that neck." he says, wiping blood off of his face as he glares at me. I lean back then kick him in his head. "Shut up!" I scream as he stares at me in shock like I'm some type of mad woman.

"KeKe!" Nariah screams loud, scaring me. "Ahhhh!" Reign screams loud,  closing her eyes tight as a truck comes flying in our direction. The truck just crashed into us hard, making our truck flip over a few times. Oh my God, I'm  so scared. I heard glass shatter and the truck is still flipping. "Reign! Reign!" I hear Qua hollering. I'm trying to see but I can't. I'm stuck and I'm in so much pain. "Majesty!" I scream. We're face to face but he's unconscious and I see so much blood. I hear Qua, Noble, and Miguel yelling Reign's name constantly. It sounds like Qua is frantically crying and yelling something over and over but I can't make out what he's saying because I feel like everything is spinning. What in the world just happened?

ANT

They let me out the nut house once my dad signed on that shit earlier. I'm sitting at home mad as hell tonight. It's just me here. Jessica fucked Vonte. Damn, that shit got me hot all over again. I want closure but I might snap and kill her in all honesty.

"The fuck?" I mumble, hearing the garage opening up. I turn the kitchen TV on then go to the surveillance. It's just Jessica and Torren. Fuck, I ain't nowhere near prepared to see her ass mane. I don't even know how to feel or what to say. I ain't perfect and I know I fucked up but damn, I know I didn't deserve what she did to me.

I glance at the entrance of the kitchen as her and Torren walk in here. Her face looking all pale and her neck red and bruised a lil bit. She got her hair up in a ponytail and she look like she in pain. I look at the inhaler and water bottle in Torren's hand. He rolls his eyes at me. Jessica walks past me then leans on the counter with her eyes closed, taking deep breaths like she struggling to breathe.

"Let me guess, you forgot choking her and throwing her down that big ass flight of stairs?" Torren sarcastically asks me, pointing at all the bruising on Jessica. "Naw, I don't remember but I know I snapped and blacked out after you said you fucked Vonte." I say, watching her. She quickly grabs a knife off the counter then swings it at me, barely missing.

"Jessica, no, put it down!" Torren demands, snatching her up as she wrestles with him, trying to stab me and shit. "Fuck you bitch! Come choke me now! I'll go fuck his ass again, you hoe ass nigga! Mhmm, that dick was real good and real big too when he was all up in your pussy! How you feel, bitch?" Jessica hollers at me, purposely taunting me.

I chuckle then take my wedding band off. "No need for all that. We can get a divorce. Fuck you too. You fucked yo husband's brother. How you fuckin' feel, childish bitch? You tried to use yo pussy to get back at me, now you looking like a damn fool. It's all good though. Reign was right about you. I wish I never would've knocked you up with daughters cause it ain't like you know how to teach em right. Damn, I pray my lil daughters don't grow up to be lil hoes like they momma is." I calmly say. If I wasn't heavily medicated from being at the mental hospital and constantly taking medications, I more than likely would've blacked out again but with Jessica, all I gotta do is use words, even if I don't mean them.

Now, she just screaming and cussing some shit I can't even understand for nothing. "Bitch!" she screams, swinging and punching me in my jaw. I shake my head at her, watching Torren wrestle her on the ground while she screams stuff nobody can understand and tries to get out of his grip. I chuckle as my phone rings. It's Qua calling me. I ignore it. It's probably just Reign calling me from his phone trying to get on my nerves and talk shit to me.

He just tried to call again. I ignore it. Damn, why he keep on calling me? I turn my phone on silent then put it back in my pocket. "Come on, Jessica. Get up. Come swing on me." I taunt her, laughing and making her even madder. She just threw Torren's lil ass. Oh shit. She rushes over to me then starts punching me. I pick her up then slam her down on the marble counter top, holding her arms while she kicks. "Stop." I demand while she screams. "Let me go, Ant! You lil pussy! Let me go, damnit! Get off me!" she screams, head butting the hell our of me. Damn, that one hurt.

"Stop!" I demand while she kicks and jerks around. "Get off of me, bitch!" she screams, trying to bite my face and everything. "No." I say, holding her down while she continues to holler and cuss me out, saying stuff she know she don't mean. "I'm getting my kids and leaving! I have been barely able to breathe because of you!" she screams. "Go stick Vonte dick back down your throat and you might be able to breathe then." I say, making her even madder.

We've been like this a whole hour straight. She way calmer and I'm tired as hell now. I'm still holding her and she just laid back glaring in my face. "I hate you for doing me this bad." She says. "If you wanted to hurt me, good job. You did that." I tell her. She fucked me up with this one. She really fucked my brother. It's just one of those things I don't even wanna believe. Just the thought of it got me feeling sick.

I step away from her then shake my head. She breaks down crying, sitting on the counter. I've never seen Jessica cry this hard over our up and down relationship before. I look away from her, feeling a few tears roll down my face. This shit hurting me so bad. I don't like to cry at all but damn, her fucking Vonte crushed the shit out of me. I guess that's some Karma for my ass.

"I can't even look at you right now." I say. "Don't then." She says, not even looking at me. I chuckle. "You don't regret shit, do you?" I ask. "I do now because it was a dumb, heat of the moment decision and I just have to leave with that." She answers. "How we get this fuckin' bad, Jessica?" I ask. "I don't know." She answers, balling up and crying harder. I can't be near her right now.

I just got in our bedroom. I turn the TV on then sit down. The news is on talking about some bad car accident that happened in Las Vegas. "Daaaaaaamn." I say to myself, looking at the small amount of the scene the news is showing. They saying a drunk white dude accidentally crashed into a truck and flipped it twenty something times and made that truck crash into two other cars. "God help em." I mumble. I feel for them. That truck they showing bits and pieces of don't even look like a truck no more after all that. It caught on fire and everything. "We are sending out prayers to the families of the victims. We do not have many details but we were just told three of the victims were just pronounced dead at the hospital." the female reporter says in a heartbroken tone. Gotdamn, this shit so sad.

"Ant! Ant!" I hear Jessica screaming loud as hell. "Don't come yo ass in here fighting me, Jessica." I say as she rushes in here hollering and crying. She just fell all out in the floor screaming to the top of her lungs and looking like she losing her mind. Torren just walked in here crying. "What?" I ask, confused. "KeKe just called and he said they got in a bad accident and... and her and Miguel's boyfriend got thrown out the windshield not wearing their seatbelts! Ant, no!" she screams, sobbing harder.

I stand up. "Naw... hell naw. You fucking lying to me." I say, shaking my head no. I ain't believing my lil girl just got threw out a windshield. "I'm dead serious, Ant! We gotta go to Vegas now!" she cries, shaking and holding on to Torren as she full blown cries. "I just watched some shit about a bad accident and how three people just died." I say. "That's the accident, Ant! Why, God?" she screams, crying loud.

I can't even help but to cry. Hell naw, not Reign. "Let me get a jet ready, Jessica." I mumble. Damn, not Reign. I'm so mad at myself. Why the fuck I had to stay mad at her? If I would've known this shit would've happened, ain't no way in fucking hell I would've let my last few words to her be some petty bullshit. Why couldn't she be wearing her seatbelt? Damn, I think I'm seconds from losing my damn mind. Hell naw, mane, not my lil girl. She didn't deserve that shit. Nobody in the accident deserved it but especially not her. What the fuck? Her body got thrown out the windshield. I don't even wanna think about how scary and painful that shit was for her.

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We just got to Vegas and left the airport. We got a driver taking us to the hospital. I feel sick as hell right now. All my family kept on calling me telling me to cut the news on. My phone just started ringing for the millionth time tonight. It's Drew. I answer it. "What?" I ask. "Mane... look... tell me this shit fake, mane. Please, tell me Reign didn't get threw out a windshield like Montana told me. He on the way to Vegas and I'm at his crib with Tae and LaLa. Ion believe it. So, tell me the shit fake." he calmly says. "It's real, what the fuck, Drew? Get the fuck off my line asking dumb ass shit!" I go off, then hang up. He didn't treat her right no way so he the last fuckin person that need to ask me about this shit.

My phone starts ringing again. It's some Restricted number. What the fuck? I answer it.  "Who the fuck is this? What the fuck do you want, shit? What?" I holler into the phone. Imma just throw my shit out the window. I'm sick of mothafuckas constantly calling me. "This Vonte." he says. "Fuck you, ole bitch ass nigga! Fuck you on my line for, bruh?" I snap on him. "Fuck you too, nigga. I heard about the accident and I'll be out there in a few hours. It ain't about you. I gotta see my niece and nephews, bruh. I gotta see em." he says, sounding like he broken down. I hang up the phone in his bitch ass face then turn it off.

We just inside the hospital and got information on where to come to. I'm so scared to even ride the elevator up there. I look over at Jessica as she slowly walks, shaking, and crying. I reach over and grab her hand, pulling her closer to me. Fuck what happened between us. She need me just as much as I need her right now and the kids need us even more.

"I cannot see my kids like this." Jessica says, shaking her head no as we ride the elevator up. "We got to." I say, trying to pull myself together as much as possible. Truth is, I feel like Imma snap and tear the hospital up when I get up here. I don't even know how to feel right now.

We just stepped off the elevator and the vibe is feeling so bad already. KeKe and Nariah are sitting down with blood on them. KeKe got a couple of bandages on his face. Noble is balled up in his chair with dry blood on him and holes all in his clothes. Qua is standing up and staring out the window. His shit fucked up too. "Momma." Noble says, rushing over to her and crying in her arms like a damn baby. He crying uncontrollably too.

I walk over to Qua then tap his shoulder. He looks at me then shakes his head. "It was so much fuckin' blood... most of that shit was hers." he says, still staring out the window. "What happened?" I ask. "The nigga crashed into us. I tried to grab her but the shit started flipping and I watched her and Miguel lil boyfriend go straight through the windshield. Her body went out first." he says, closing his eyes tight as tears roll down his cheeks.

I lean against the wall, covering my eyes with my hands. "That nigga Josh that Miguel brought died in the ambulance. Nigga didn't even have a chance. He really died on the scene. Miguel all fucked up somewhere around here." he says, shaking his head. I walk away from him. I can't take no more. Fuck, I ain't ever felt this type of agony before in my life, not even when I watched my sister die after she got shot up.

I sit down next to KeKe and Nariah. "Where Majesty at?" I ask. "They saying he lost a lot of blood. Glass went through his stomach and he was unconscious." he says. I look up as a doctor walks out here. "Majesty needs a blood transfusion as soon as possible and so does Reign." he says. "She alive?" I ask. "Alive yes but things are not pretty at the moment. We have to move fast. We need two different blood transfusions now." he says. "Me." I say. "Me too." Jessica says, rushing over to him.

We followed him to a room. We sitting down drinking water as the bags fill with our blood. "Ant, I am so fucking sorry." Jessica says, crying. "Me too. Leave it alone." I demand. I don't wanna think about that bullshit when two of my kids could fucking die tonight. She can go fuck Vonte right now and I still won't give a damn. This way bigger than that to me.

We gave blood and went back to the waiting room. "What was her injuries?" I ask KeKe. "Ion even know, pops. Just know she got thrown out the truck. Everybody that ain't up here is getting checked on. Miguel nigga died, the passenger in the drunk driver's car, and somebody from one of the cars." he says, rubbing Nariah's back as she cries.

-

"Wake up, pops." Noble says, shaking me. I look up at him then around at the waiting room. "Everybody seeing Reign and Majesty." he says. I jump up then follow behind them. "Majesty good. They got a room where they separated by a curtain." he says. I nod my head. Thank God they didn't die on me.

We just got in the large room. The curtain is pulled back. I look over at Majesty. He laid back in the bed hooked up to some stuff. "How you feel?" I ask. "High as fuck." he answers, laughing. He pulls the hospital gown he wearing up. I close my eyes. "Nigga, pull that shit down." I demand. He just flashed us. "Look at my stomach. Aye, Reign, we got matching battle scars on our stomachs now." he says, looking over at her as she stares at the ceiling. This dumb ass is straight so imma go see about her.

I walk over to her bed. Qua is sitting on it and Miguel is holding her hand. She got a few scratches on her. "Her back was cut open badly in the middle and she has stitches in the back of her head." Miguel mumbles to me, crying still. I look at Reign's hair. They cut some of it in the back where she had to get the stitches. Jessica walks over here. "I'm so sorry." Reign cries, looking at us. I lean down then hug her tight with Jessica while all three of us cry some. "Ion care about what happened no more." I say. "Me neither." Jessica says, sniffling and holding Reign too. I really could've lost her tonight. Fuck what she said.

"My fucking arm hurts." Shai complains. I look over at her. She got some type of brace on her arm. She is cut up though. She got scratches and dry  blood everywhere. "Drew probably flying out here." I warn her. "I don't care. I'm not leaving his side." she says, sitting in her chair next to Majesty's bed. I wonder if being by his side is worth a bullet Drew might put in her head if he flies out here.

I really could've lost my kids though. I gotta start spending more time with them and I gotta quit taking life and the people I love for granted. This really could've been the end of my kids and I really don't know what I would've done. I do know I'm bailing that drunk ass mothafucka who crashed them out of jail and killing that bitch ass nigga myself. I bet he won't drink and drive no more.

I slick cried writing this hoe. Reign was originally dead as a mf but I couldn't bring myself to kill her for real lol. But yeah, I damn near cried and this my shit 😂😂😂 Mane, go fix yo beefs with the ppl u love if u got some tho frfr

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