How it all began...

Weeks away,

Quincy joined the team both in academics and leisure plus business.

Taraji had long wanted to see Monet first but she felt some type of way but she felt thanking Monet for the last time at her apartment, it was worth appreciating. German knew about Cane, it would be a different story and more trouble to both of them. Monet got Taraji's text to meet in her office. Monet obeyed, she still remained her professor

"You wanted to see me, did I mess my grades up?" Monet inquired without taunting

"Oh no! You're doing just fine...." Taraji said calmly

Monet stood up to leave as Taraji called

"Monet, thank you for last time. You had no reason to lie but you did" Taraji blurted truthfully

"I didn't do it for you, I did it to protect my brother..." Monet stirred

Taraji wanted to ask a question but she stuttered instead

"Ok! Speaking about protection, what do you mean?" Taraji asked regardless gulping

"I don't know. That's what family do, protect one another....." Monet drew closer to Taraji. Taraji got startled for no reason, physically there isn't a reason

"Miss Taraji, don't fret! I only hope we could get along pretty well. There's a lot you need to know that you don't. Never mind about me slipping the truth, I wouldn't risk it, for real, so don't!"

Taraji stood speechless and undoubtedly scared, Monet asked again

"Do you even love German? Be honest with yourself!" Monet smirked folding her arms and continued "that wasn't my question, its yours. Think about it, smart like the professor that you are. It don't have to all about the book, there's a pinch of logical psychology! Remember, I'm not seeking your pity towards my twin, I only feel you need to be careful over some certain things" Monet explained

"Wow that's big!" Taraji simply said

Taraji couldn't understand why Monet would be so realistic about her personality relationship, all she needed to do was think and act fast.

"I'm here if you need to talk or feel some type of way!" Monet smiled finally

"I would." Taraji faintly smiled acknowledging Monet's.

"Just between the two of us!" Monet walked to the door, held the door handle

"Thank you, Monet. I mean it." Taraji added from behind

Monet only nodded possibly then vanished.

The young professor couldn't stop thinking abd reminiscing over Monet's words. Did she really have to rethink and study those around her? What was she really missing. This twins were really not just people they were extraordinary, she thought to herself.

Cane was home with Quincy while Tyrone and Monet opted to get some toiletries and food. They walked on the pathway chattering about something that got them bursting into laughter as a black expensive car pulled over in front, they halted in fright.

"Stay back, Mo!" Ty stood in front of her in defense even if he had no idea what was before them. He held onto his gun with the hand, ready to pull out. Monet whispered in his ears

"I think it Renzo! Jeez, what the hell?" She was lost for ideas

Two masked men ran out hastily with guns as Tyrone pulled his ready to pull the trigger, one of the men blurted

"Don't think about it, bitch!"

They were taken away immediately

Back home, its been two hours no one heard or seen Monet and Tyrone, Cane was worried , he knew something was up and could possibly be Vernon's gang.

"Get your shit loaded, man! Its Vernon's bitch running mouth, Coman!" He pulled the clip on his gun

"Sure Nigga, I'm up for it!" Quincy gave a faint smile to his fancy

Both guys dressed in black hoodies and trousers, with masks. They got out on the quiet street, walking hastily. Cane got a call

"Whazzzzup! Keeping my blood?" Cane asked instead

"Guessed right, its no dutch(police trouble), it's a party." The caller taunted

"Hold on!" Cane hung up and turned to Quincy

"Got an idea?"

"MaxShrine?" Quincy guessed

"Right! It should" Cane agreed

"What you need? Just let her go" Tyrone opted. Monet and Tyrone hands were tied tightly, he couldn't take no actions otherwise it was him against 25.

"Its not some Bunnie and Clyde, Ty. This is payback!" Vernon's gang leader, BadAss, who was 27 years, was running and leading the Max Shrine gang, which was considered to be a crazy but deadly gang. Vernon felt intimidated but Cane, he ran the institution unknowingly to Tyson, which led to a feud as Cane predicted. BadAss gave Tyrone a punch on the face, Tyrone began to bleed, he was fuming in anger but he had nothing to do. Monet Spoke underneath her breath to his hearing, while Vernon and BadAss moved aside to talk, and others where distracted as well

"Ty....I got a knife behind me, can you slide in?" She inquired

"Jeez, Mo!" He was confused on how to take it out

"Just the fuck I asked, or we ain't getting outta sight!" She scolded maintaining her silence

He struggled, squeezing his fingers into her jean trousers, he felt her warm smooth skin, he took it out gently and smartly. It was a sharp blade Monet moved about with for her defense. She got hold of the knife Instead then she cut the rope, all they had to do was pretend and act normal.

Speaking of the devil, Cane and Quincy walked in abruptly. Same guys who took Monet and Tyrone came forth to search them as Quincy took charge

"We from same hood nigga, what the fuck? Chill!" He gave one of the guys a light punch on chest as they walked in towards BadAss who was seated like a king

"I knew y'all would come once it was Mo and Ty. Been watching y'all from a distance though..." He came forth puffing out the smoke to Canes' face to vex him "...until you fell into my trap nigga."

Cane maintained a hard look and wasn't on a hurry to do nothing yet

"...you don't have to send some jobbie checking out our crib, that's bullshit!" Cane blurted

"Bravo Busta, that's lit. The shit you said was incredible" BadAss stopped staring for a while, Vernon interrupted

"Remember me, asshole!" He left a smirk rubbing his fist against each other

"Yeah Motherfucker, how could i? No real nigga skips a bitch when he sees one!" Cane replied after having an eye contact with Tyrone and Monet while Quincy was still observing.

BadAss smiled at Canes' shades at Vernon. Now, two others guys that stood guarding the hostages stood pointing at Canes' direction chattering. Monet and Tyrone stood up swiftly jerking each guy by the neck respectively, taking their guns motioning them to keep silence. Other guys surrounded Cane and Quincy in a spherical shape while BadAss and Vernon stood behind smiling, smooching their jaws. Monet and Tyrone pointed from behind at their heads.

"Yo!" Vernon assumed it was his men, Tyrone answered

"Nah! Not a dutch, just some party!" Ty said

"Busta you gon' tell your sons to Back off or we y'all hit it" BadAss threatened

Everyone pointed at Cane and Quincy while they pointed at them as well.

"Hey chill. Tell 'em sons to back off. We take our bloods then we all good...." Cane explained

"Who do you think you are, some bunnie?' Vernon blurted in anger

'A'ight! Back off boys, let them go!" BadAss instructed, he had his motives, they all stopped pointing their guns. Money and Tyrone went towards Cane and Quincy.

"We out!" Quincy said and then the other three followed from behind.

Vernon tried to shoot as BadAss held him back.

"Chill! I got a something cooked up."

Four of them walked down the street in silence, all tucking their hands into the hoodie's, they wanted to feel cozy. They got alighted from a cab with brown papers bags of grocery and toiletries. Monet and Quincy prepared Mac and Cheese, cooking was never a big deal for Quincy. They sat at the table of four still eating in silence. Tyrone broke the silence, he wiped his mouth

"Thanks guys for coming thru!...." He Began, Cane blurted like he waited a long while

"....Could you not bring some shit in here again?"

Everyone turned to Cane in surprise, at least not right now when they weren't even sure of moving freely on the streets.

"...Or could you stay outta Taraji's way? Or tell us how to fight German if he ever finds out you've been around her for a minute...." Tyrone fired back, there was a high voltage of intensity, Quincy yelled instantly

"Fuck you all! Y'all keep acting crazy, ain't Y'all worn out yet? We gotta stay close not choke us..." He scolded

They calmed turning their faces away, Tyrone and Cane stood up to leave hastily like they had it all Planned, Monet called

"Y'all should sit your bitch asses right here!" She scolded too in annoyance.

"We're going to straighten things up here and now, understood?" Quincy took charge with enormous authority

"Who crowned you king?" Cane asked in defiance

"Scared of someone taking your throne?" Tyrone salted Cane's wounds

Cane and Tyrone started throwing punches at each other while Monet took a gun pointing at her head, just to capture their attention, Quincy who stood aside watching them fight sighted her and yelled

"Yo niggas!"

They stopped turning to her direction, Cane ran to her as she retreated

"Don't come close! Grown ass niggas acting like kids right now" she pointed at them instead

"Mo! Chill!" Tyrone tried to calm her

"Don't fuckin 'Mo' me, one of you has to go or both!" She smirked

She shot at the bulb, as they all got frightened hiding behind the couches

"Y'all scared now?" She went into her room locking it. Three of them came out of their hideouts, like in rabbit hole and sighed in relief

"I'm sorry niggas, just....." Tyrone acted maturely

"Me too!" Cane apologized too

"That shit's crazy!" Quincy added

They sounded cold and sober then they placed their arms around each other creating a circle with their heads down. This was a symbol of unity between them, except Monet who was not their to complete the circle but they did regardless