After hearing another nigga talking about how good Milani's pussy is. I lose my fucking mind. That's my girl. That's my pussy and that's my baby in her stomach. I never knew that she'd stoop that low. I can't believe she let another nigga hit while carrying my kid. Out of all the shit she could've done to me, this has to be the absolute worst. My heart aches as the hurt takes over my body, causing me to replay that nigga's words in my mind. The crazy part about it is, she probably only did it to get over what she heard between me and Emma. The more I think about another nigga deep inside her, the more the room starts spinning.

Grabbing my bottle of vodka, I take a long swig before forcing myself off the couch then book my flight to Vegas because I meant what I said. If I catch that bitch ass nigga with my girl, I'm ending his life. Taking a deep breath, I grab my keys and start driving to Brandon's house because if anybody can calm me down, it's him.

As I'm drinking and driving, all I wanna do is drive my car into a ditch, but I be damned if I don't fight for my woman. 20 minutes later, I drunkenly pull up to my destination and see an old school car sitting in the yard which pisses me off more than I already am. It's not just any old school car. It's the black old school corvette with the red side mirrors and red tires which happens to be the same car that let off shots towards me the day of my first task. I'd know that car anywhere. It's been embedded in my brain since the driver mentioned threats about harming Milani.

I grab my gun from my glove compartment and slip it into the waistband of my jeans then grab my bottle of liquor, carrying it with me up to the door. Knocking hardly, I try to contain my anger as I think about that car. I should've known Brandon was blackmailing me because he's the only one that knows my deepest, darkest secrets. The more I think about everything, the more it all makes sense. When the door swings open and Brandon is staring back at me with a sly grin on his face, I almost lose my shit, but I keep calm. I wanna see how all this shit gone play out. He probably doesn't even know I saw the car that day before it sped off.

"Wassup? Long time no see." He says, dapping me up.

"Sup, right right. What you been up to besides buying cars and shit?" I say as I sit down across from him on the couch.

"You talking bout that corvette? It's clean ain't it? I got that bitch a couple weeks ago."

Nodding my head, I don't say a word. I just drink from my bottle then hand it to Brandon who finishes off the rest of it before asking me to roll up for us while he goes into the kitchen to get us another bottle. While he's gone I grab his phone and quickly unlock it, constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure he's not coming, a frown comes across my face when I see that he's been constantly texting, calling, and Facetiming Milani which only furthers my suspicions. I should've known that nigga was a snake when he picked his relationship with Chanel over our friendhsip. Putting the phone down, I finish rolling up and by the time I'm finished, Brandon is back with a bottle of Henny and two red solo cups.

"What you been up to besides fucking around, D?" Brandon asks while firing up a blunt.

"Fucking around? What the hell you talking bout? I ain't been fucking around."

"Drummer, be forreal man. Milani already called me crying and shit. She said she heard you fucking somebody else. You really hurt her and that's fucked up. You out here stressing her out, knowing she's pregnant with your kid. She's too good of a woman for you to be treating her like shit. I understand y'all broke up, but both of y'all still care about each other so stop fucking playing games and get your woman back before somebody steals her from you."

Accepting the blunt and taking a long pull, I hold the smoke inside before blowing it into the air then fill my cup with Hennessey, gulping it down. " Oh so you been keeping in contact with her? Wassup with that?" I ask, already knowing the answer. "and since you know so much about her, did you know she been fucking another nigga? If she care so much, she wouldn't have left with my growing baby inside her and that's what's fucked up. You talking bout I hurt her. Hell, she hurt me too."

"Yeah, we be talking a lot, but so what? That ain't none of yo business cause she ain't yo girl no more and as far as her fucking another nigga, she single so she can do what she wanna do. How you mad about her fucking somebody else, but you doing the same shit?!" Brandon says, a little bit upset.

"Fuck you, B. She gone always be my business as long as I'm alive. Together or not, she still mine." I scoff loudly. "What I wanna know is why you so mad bout her fucking another nigga?"

Brandon downs the rest of his liquor and I do the same. I'm already drunk and I know he's not far behind me so maybe his stupid ass will admit he has feelings for her. That's exactly why he's so mad and always taking her side when I fuck up. I guess I'm just now noticing the signs. That would also explain why he has been blackmailing me and fucking with my life.

"I kissed her."

"Brandon, what the fuck you just say?" I ask as I stand up, him doing the same.

"You heard me, D. I kissed her. I put my tongue all down her throat and......" He trails until I pull my gun out on him.

"You weak ass, pussy ass bitch!!! How long have you known?"

"How long have I known what?"

Cocking my gun, I aim it at his forehead. "HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN THAT YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH HER?"

Brandon holds his hands up in surrender as his eyes fill with tears and his lip starts to quiver as he starts explaining. "Honestly, Drummer, I don't even know. I swear to God I didn't mean for this shit to happen. I don't want to be in love with Milani, but my heart and body longs for her. I can't go a day without thinking about our kiss. She's every nigga's dream and I can't shake the feeling that she gives me. I know I'm fucking up our friendship and I hate that shit, but it is what it is so if you gone shoot me, do that shit."

My top lip snarls upward as my eyes get watery. I can't believe he'd do me like this. He knows how much I love that girl and here he is, pulling this shit.

"You the one blackmailing me? You gone die either way so don't lie " I ask, trying to give him the benefit of doubt.

"Huh? What the fuck you talking bout? I admit to being in love with yo girl, but ion know nothing bout no blackmailing."

With a shaky hand, I pull the trigger and watch the bullet quickly escape my gun as smoke fills the air along with a loud bang. Moments later, Chanel comes running down the stairs with her robe and slippers on then runs over to the wall; touching the bullet hole. Bending down, she wraps her arms around Brandon and starts to cry.

"Are you okay, baby?" She asks him.

"Yeah I'm good, he missed. It was on purpose though. I know how good his aim is." He says back as he stands up.

I keep the gun in my hand while I rest my hands on my head, turning around in circles as I start sobbing like a fool; all of my emotions running through me. Turning back towards the two across from me, I see Brandon inching towards me; trying to take the gun out of my hand, but I push him away from me. It's too much shit happening and I don't know what to do or who to believe because I thought I could always trust him.

"Drummer, I'm sorry for the shit I said and I appreciate you for not shooting me even though I deserve it, but please put the gun down. Don't do something you gone regret. I'm still the same nigga you grew up with. I haven't been blackmailing you and I didn't know nothing about it until you just told me. Just tell me what's going on." Brandon says as he keeps coming closer, despite, me not wanting him to.

"I've been getting blackmailed and forced to do different shit. Whoever is blackmailing me told me they'd hurt Milani if I didn't do it. So far, I've shot Hazel and had to tell Queen's parents the truth about her addiction and Niyah's death. There's something else I have to do, but I haven't found out what it is yet. The day I shot Hazel was the same day that somebody in the car that's in your fucking yard started shooting at me and threatened to hurt Milani. You better start explaining or the next shot won't be a warning."

Brandon holds his hands up and stands still. "That's crazy. I had no idea you been going through that shit, but you should've told me sooner. I would've tried to help you. As for the car shit, you must got shit twisted because that car hasn't moved since I bought it. It's not even running right. I gotta add some parts to it before I put it on the road again. It was hard enough tryna get it here."

As bad as I want to believe that Brandon is the one blackmailing me, something about his body language is telling me that he's innocent...then again, he is a good ass liar. I pace the floor back and forth, still not knowing what to do.

"Drummer, you need to get the fuck outta here! You're acting like a maniac!" Chanel yells loudly. "Baby make him leave! He's unstable!"

Brandon shushes her as he takes the gun out of my hand, taking the clip out and sitting it on the table. He walks over to me and hugs me tightly, telling me that we're gonna get through this and that he's going to help me figure out who's blackmailing me.

"Nigga, we ain't cool so move. I been handling shit on my own! I don't need you!" I say as I grab my gun and clip then make my way to the door. Turning back, I see him with his arms wrapped around Chanel, comforting her. He places a light kiss on her forehead and whispers, "Everything is fine, love. He just acting crazy right now because he found out Milani was fucking somebody else." Chanel looks into his eyes as she nods her head. The trust she has in him is sickening.

"Chanel, he kissed Milani and he's in love with her." I laugh before walking out of the door. My laugh grows louder when I hear her slap him hardly across the face then run upstairs. So much for trust huh?

Walking back to my car, I get inside and start driving back to my house; focusing hardly on the road. The lines blur repeatedly as I rub my eyes and shake my head, trying to ignore the effects of the liquor. By the time I make it back home, I'm seeing double and my stomach is killing me. Getting out of the car, I throw up into the grass before stumbling up to the door and fumbling with my keys to unlock it. Just as I'm about to lay on the couch, my phone starts ringing loudly so I quickly answer it.

"Wassup?" I say into the phone as I take my shoes off.

As soon as I hear the voice, I bite my lip as I try to remain calm; making sure to hurriedly look out of my windows incase I'm being watched.

"Third and Final Task. This is a long one. You'll receive a knock on the door in 5 minutes. Welcome your new roommate inside and give them the life they deserve until they're back on their feet. I will be periodically checking in on you two. As long as you do well, your secrets are safe with me. One slip up and I go public with everything."

"Man, fuck no! Ain't no stranger coming up in my shit! Reveal yoself so we can solve this shit like real niggas." I scream loudly.

I expect the male voice on the other end to argue back, but instead I am met with silence because he hung up. Looking down at the time on my phone, I see that I have three minutes left. My heart beats rapidly as I load the clip back into my gun then walk over to the door; preparing for the worst.

I keep an eye on my phone and as soon as I have one minute left, I swing the door open and point my gun at whoever is supposed to be on the other side. Strangely, I don't see anyone. With my gun still aimed, I step outside and take a quick look around; letting my eyes focus on the darkness. Shrugging my shoulders, I turn around to walk back inside until I hear a monotone raspy voice whisper, "w-wait. H-help me, please."

I squint my eyes as I focus on someone walking up my driveway. With each step, the lights next to the driveway light up and disappear when another step forward is slowly taken. Each time the lights flicker I see three different things: matted, tangled hair, dirty tattered clothing, and a frail body.

Not wanting to take any chances, I aim my gun and fire it at the person; hoping I made the shot. The flickering lights aren't exactly enhancing my vision.

The small body drops down onto the ground with loud moans and groans as I walk over to the person. Nests of hair cover his/her face so I lean down with my gun still aimed and snatch the hair away, revealing the person.

"P-Princess? Is t-that you?" I stutter, not believing my eyes. Maybe I'm too damn drunk because this can't be happening.

She nods her head and holds her side as blood rushes from her wound like a tsunami. Gently scooping her up, I carry her into the bathroom and prepare to fix my mistake. This is about to be a long night.