As the days passed, Symere couldn't shake the feeling that something was strange. She watched Morgan closely, observing her interactions with the crew and paying particular attention to her exchanges with Artist. It was clear that Morgan wanted him, and Symere couldn't help but feel a sense of jealousy.

Finally, Mizzy returned with the information Symere had requested. As they sat in a quiet corner of a small coffee shop, Mizzy revealed his findings.

"Morgan's family is complicated, to say the least," Mizzy began. "Her father is a well-respected businessman, but her mother has a history of drug addiction and mental health issues. Morgan's cousins, however, are a different story."

Mizzy thought Symere was being a little unreasonable with her suspicion at first. As he did his digging, he couldn't believe what he had found.

Symere leaned forward, her eyes wide with anticipation. "What about them?"

"They're involved in a gang," Mizzy continued. "A rival gang to the one we've had issues with in the past. However, the past issues have been arising again especially after the shootout at the club."

Symere's heart sank as she processed this new information. She had always prided herself on being able to read people. The thought of having a potential enemy in their midst sent a chill down her spine.

"They're leaders of the notorious black widows crew."

The Black Widows had a formidable reputation in the criminal underworld, known for their ruthless tactics and manipulative ways. Morgan's involvement with them spelled trouble for his crew.

Mizzy, however, recognized the two men from a recent incident at a club, where they had escaped after a violent altercation. Mizzy knew he had to warn Artist about the potential danger Morgan posed to their group.

Glock & Gucci

"Are these the two men you seen escape?" She gasped.

"It is." He nodded. "They've lured her into a scheme to infiltrate our operation. I believe Morgan is using her charm to reel in Artist."

"I knew something was off about her! The only problem is, I can't break the news to him. It's no way Artist would believe me, he don't even like me." She chuckled, bitterly.

"Can you blame him? You weren't exactly nice when we came in."

"But I've been nice towards yall." She pouted. "I'm not apologizing especially after he called himself roughing me up."

"That's also fair." He shrugged.

"India thinks she's her friend, whole time Morgan is using her to get close to me."

"That isn't fair to either of you but I do think India is going to feel some type of way."

"I'm doing this to protect her and myself."

And Artist.

"She might just think you're jealous."

"At least I know I did the right thing." She shrugged. "However, I think you should break the news to artist before it's too late."

"I'll talk to him but I don't exactly think it's going to go well."

"Only time will time."

***

Unbeknownst to Artist, he had become entangled in a dangerous game. Morgan's true allegiance lay with the ruthless Wilson brothers, Glock and Gucci, who were determined to eliminate Chosen's crew. Fueled by a desire for revenge and control, the brothers had dispatched Morgan as an undercover agent, tasked with infiltrating Artist's inner circle and gathering incriminating evidence.

Morgan was determined to get information about Symere. She understood that her cousins wanted to take away the person that meant the most to Chosen. This truly didn't have anything to do with Artist, but since he was apart of the crew, he had to be taken down also.

While Artist and Morgan spent stolen hours together, sharing stolen glances and intimate conversations, Artist remained oblivious to Morgan's duplicity. She had woven a web of deceit, feigning affection and loyalty, all while meticulously orchestrating his downfall. As the weeks turned into a blur, Morgan's true intentions remained concealed beneath her alluring facade.

"Mo, I gotta take you home mama."

"But why?" She pouted. "We were just about to have fun."

"Sucking my dick is fun for you?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes daddy." She smiled. "I was hoping it could turn into something a little more."

Artist ignored her, shaking his head. He wasn't the one for causal sex if you weren't his girl. He enjoyed Morgan's company but she was just there to keep him occupied. He hadn't been getting along with Symere and him and Morgan just seemed to be hitting it off.

As he arrived at her apartment, she turned to face him with her lips poked out.

"I'a come pick you up tomorrow, ma."

"Okay." She said sadly, trying to kiss his lips but he turned his head, letting her kiss his cheek instead.

"Be safe."

"Yeah." He nodded, pulling off without seeing if she made it in.

He drove home singing along to August Alsina's "Survival of the fittest."

"I see why Sy like this nigga, shit hard." He muttered to himself.

His mind began to drift off thinking about Symere. He noticed her attempt to be nice yet dismissed it. In his mind, it wouldn't last long and they'll be back arguing in no time.

Arriving at the house, he saw Mizzy sitting on the steps waiting for him. He could tell something was wrong by the look on his face.

"Why you looking so sad bitch?"

"Artist, I need to talk to you about Morgan." Mizzy began, his voice low and serious.

Artist eyes widened in surprise. "What about her? We kicking it ain't nothing serious."

Mizzy took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "I know her cousins, the two masked men who got away at the club. They're dangerous, Artist. I don't want you to get hurt."

Artist's face hardened, and he shook his head. "Mizzy, I appreciate your concern, but I don't believe Morgan would ever put us in danger."

Mizzy sighed, realizing that Artist was blinded by his attraction for Morgan. "Artist, I've done my research. Morgan's family has a history of violence and criminal activity. I don't want you to get caught up in that."

Artist eyes flashed with anger. "So you running background checks on muthafucka's now? Who put you up to this shit Symere?"

A look of guilt covered Mizzy's face. With that, Artist stormed inside the house, going right to Symere's room. He banged on the door as he waited for her to open the door.

She opened it, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and looking up at him.

"Yo, what the fuck is your problem?"

He was quick to blame Symere for trying to sabotage his newfound happiness.

"What are you talking about?"

"I know all about you getting background checks done on Morgan. You're jealous because I'm showing her some fucking attention that you're not getting!"

A look of sadness flashed on Symere's face but quickly went away. She wouldn't dare let him see her drop a tear, although her feelings were hurt.

"Morgan is not who she seems. She's working with her cousins to hurt the both of us! Stop thinking with your dick and use your head!"

"Fuck you, Symere!"

Overwhelmed by anger and suspicion, Artist stormed out of the house, his mind racing. As he wandered the rain-slicked streets, a chilling realization dawned upon him. The words of Symere and Mizzy had planted a seed of doubt in his mind. Could it be possible that Morgan was plotting against him?

Determined to uncover the truth, Artist embarked on a perilous investigation. He delved into the city's underworld, seeking information from shady informants and former associates.

As luck would have it, fate intervened once more. In a dimly lit bar, Artist overheard a hushed conversation that confirmed his worst fears. Morgan was not who she claimed to be, she was an accomplice to the Wilson brothers, sent to spy on him and gather evidence for his demise.

"He isn't doing anything but putting Symere at risk."

"We all know Artist is smart, it won't be long before he figures it out."

"Have you seen their crew? Mizzy is the computer mastermind, I'm sure he knows more shit than we do."

"But it's up to Artist to believe Mizzy or fall for Morgan's manipulative ways."

With newfound determination, Artist resolved to use Morgan's betrayal to his advantage. He would keep her close, playing along with her deception while he gathered his own intelligence. He knew time was of the essence, his life and the lives of his crew hung in the balance.