Toxic

Chapter Twenty-Five

Reagan in MM.

June, of 1998

Jeff rocked Domonic in his arms, thinking of how he had children now, once again. Ever since they had been born three months ago, he had been wondering how he got to this moment with his wife, and how fucking great it felt to be here.

Daniele, clapped her hands in Jeff's face.
"What's wrong with you, I hope you not bypassing everything I'm saying Jefferey!"

Jeff knew his wife, his rolldog, was worried about him going out into the streets with their babies alone, but everybody knew him out in these streets, and they knew not to fuck with him because of his status.

He had gotten a couple of threats here and there from this dude from across the way, and had been his usual self with people who sent threats his way.

He was reckless, and sent out the same threats they sent but worse. Even with twin boys, he was prepared for a war, and nobody not even his children would stop him from what he wanted to do.

"See you think this shit is a game," Daniele ranted pushing the baby back down into his crib with his pacifier in his mouth as well. Jeff, put his son back into his crib as well, and grabbed onto his wife's waist stopping her from her rants.

"I have rules Jeff. I know you think nobody will fuck with you, but your not invisible Jeff, and neither or our children," she sighed turning around and doing her usual thing, rubbing her fingers across his lips. "I've been thinking and I, uh, know we've been doing this for a long time, but I, uh, want to get out of the ga---"

Jeff picked up his phone, and cut off her words by answering the phone. "Hello?"

He looked down at his wife, and saw that she was pouring and pecked her lips. "We've got problems boss, maja' problems."

He put the phone his left ear, amd hoped that his wife couldn't hear shit that Major was saying over the phone. He didn't need her knowing that their was a problem, because if she knew she wouldn't have let him leave with his kids.

"What's going on?"

"That nigga, Lonzo, got shit down packed on his side and now he's trying to come over our side of the bridge. They want you, he got all his niggas, looking for you with a hit out on yo' head."

Jeff started to seep with anger, and Daniele could tell. She pushed her arms around her husbands neck. "What's going on baby?"

He wanted to tell her that a hit was put out on his head from the other side of Miami, but he couldn't bring hisself to do so. He couldn't bring himself to tell her that his top enemy, on the other side of the bridge, wanted to kill him.

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Rolling through the streets, bumping the usual, Biggie, he took a look at his boys in the backseat and smiled for a moment because they looked just like him.

Light brown skin, with dimples, Domonic and DeAudrey, were the splitting image of their father, and he couldn't and wouldn't deny. Jeff smiled at his sons, before turning back around. He turned his head, and in an instant a gun was pointed directly in his face. He chuckled, trying to play off his fear as the gun was shoved into his neck.

"Shut the fuck up, and don't move!"

He looked at the man, with a black mask, and smirked. "Any nigga stupid enough to put a gun to my head, should be brave enough to shoot it."

The man popped him in his face with the bud of the gun, making Jeffs head turn. "Beg fa' your life."

That was his down fall. He wasn't about to and told himself he would never beg for his life, and neither he would support somebody doing that shit. The fact, that he had two kids flew out the window, and he messed up with a laugh.
Spitting blood on his jeans, he continued to laugh as the man shoved the gun deeper into his neck. "Say something, and it better be you begging for your life nigga."

Jeff, didn't stop. "Pussy."

The man thought he heard wrong. "What the hell you say to me nigga?"

Jeff spit some more blood out on his jeans. He literally forgot his children were even in the car. They were so quiet that he was only focused on the man and the gun.

"You a pussy."

The man punched him with the bud of the gun, and pointed his gun to the backseat and aimed it at the one on the left, shooting the child directly in his forehead. "Now who's the pussy, nigga?"