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"Retaliation is a must." - Rick Ross
JESSICA
"Mommy, is daddy mad at me?" Tae mumbles while laying on my chest. I gently wipe the tears off of his face then kiss his forehead. "No. Maybe, he's working hard." I say. We haven't seen or heard from Montana in two weeks. I'm scared and Tae has been crying nonstop because Montana never in his whole life went this long without at least saying hello. Montana won't answer nobody's calls or texts. I'm terrified considering the fact his life is on the line everyday.
"Why he don't talk to me no more? He don't love me, mommy?" Tae asks, staring in my eyes as he cries. I swallow hard, trying not to cry. I never liked seeing tears on my children's faces. "Baby, he'll love you forever and a day." I answer, making him smile a little.
Ant walks in the room then grabs his phone off the bed. "What's wrong with yall?" he asks. "We don't know where my daddy is." Tae mumbles. Ant shrugs his shoulders. "I'll be back later, Jessica. I gotta go handle something." Ant says, then walks out. I raise my eyebrow. I know I ain't crazy. I could've sworn he smirked a little as he walked out.
"Whenever he calls back, can you, me, and him go somewhere together?" Tae asks. "Of course." I answer, hugging him tight. "Mommy, you suffocating me with your milk bags. Oh my God." he says, laughing while trying to pull away. I shake my head at him. Three years ago when I gave birth to Amari, Tae overhead Ant jokingly call my boobs milk bags while he watched me breast feed our son so that's where Tae got that from.
"Quit repeating what Ant says." I say. He shrugs his shoulders. "I'm about to go jump on Noble's bed. I'll be back later." He says as he jogs out.
I got dressed then left the house. I decided to go to Montana's house to see what's going on. My heart is beating so fast while I sit in his driveway.
I grab my gun then get out my car. My eyes widen as my heart starts beating faster than it was. It's blood all over the front door and porch. Not only that, the door is literally wide open. The familiar smell of death is all in the air right now.
I continue to walk through his house, gagging from the disgusting smell. It's blood on the furniture. I open Montana's door then scream in fear. He's slumped against his bed directly in front of the wall.
"The hell you want?" he dryly asks. I walk over to him, calming down. I thought he was over here dead. "What's going on? Don't beat around the bush. Tell me straight up. I'm tired of watching our son cry over you not talking to him." I say. He doesn't say anything as he continues to stare at the wall that has about nine holes he punched, I guess.
He grabs the half empty bottle of vodka from beside him then drinks out of it. "Montana, what happened?" I ask. "You set me up?" he dryly asks. "What? Hell naw, never." I answer, looking at him crazy. "What's wrong?" I ask. He nods his head towards a gold urn that's shaped like praying hands. I grab it then read it. My eyes widen as they tear up. "Montreal Tyler Montgomery. A loving brother, uncle, and son. Gone but never forgotten. You'll forever be in our hearts. One love." I read aloud, still in total shock.
"Montreal's dead?" I mumble, not believing I'm sitting here holding his ashes. "Shut up. Don't fuckin' cry, Jessica. You don't have no reason to cry. I lost my brother, not you. This the second time I lost one of my brothers. Why the fuck the cycle repeating itself? He was just... he was just here being gay as fuck and getting on my nerves, now he gone, mane, damn. He... he got shot in the head and I couldn't even protect him. My brother gone cause I was slippin'. He... Fuck, Jessica, that bullet was meant for me. Somebody killed my twin thinking he was me, mane. The shit my fault. Jessica, I sat there and watched my twin brother die in my arms with his blood all over me. I don't know what to... fuck, I don't know." he says, staring at the wall with no emotions on his face.