Next Day.

"Baby wake up." Kentrell repeatedly kissed Saniyah's face, climbing on top of her as she began to stir in her sleep.

"Wake up sexy pussy." He mumbled, sucking her neck, and she chuckled, grabbing his face, making him smile.

He'd been up for about two hours while Saniyah had been sleep since 3 in the early morning, the time currently reading 10:37am.

Kentrell had tired her out yesterday. Yesterday after their first session they'd fell asleep, and he'd woken her up for more rounds, and did that a third time, before they'd finally fell asleep foreal.

He'd just came back from the store, and was ready for her to be up with him.

"Baby get up, foreal. Come on I want some pussy." He kissed her lips, and she turned her head, making him laugh.

"You freaking addict. Move." She mumbled, throwing her arm over her eyes, and he laughed again.

"Nah but here. I got this bullshit that you said to get." He held a package out to her, and her eyes opened, sitting up and taking the plan B pill package from him.

"Don't be so excited to kill my kid lil ugly ass girl." He frowned at her, holding a caprisun out to her, and she laughed, tearing the box open to grab the pill.

She stuck the straw in her juice pouch, placing the pill in her mouth and then using her juice to easily swallow it.

"That shit was fifty dollars for one stupid ass pill. As much as I'm finna be nutting in you, you might as well get on birth control or just have my baby. A baby cheaper anyways." He leaned over to kiss her face, and she rose her eyebrow.

"Boy. Fuck yo kid and every other kid. Ain't no babies coming up out of me. We not doing cream pies stink." She rose from his bed, and he frowned, following her to his bathroom.

"Yes we is doing creampies. How you even know what that is you nasty ass girl." He rolled his eyes, and she laughed, spitting toothpaste out her mouth as she brushed her teeth.

"Kentrell you not finna be nutting in me. That was a one time thing. So either buy condoms or pull out." She told him, cleaning her face.

"Why you being so mean to me Nene?" He frowned at her, and she laughed again, turning to face him as his arms wrapped around her bare waist, Saniyah currently naked.

"You so dramatic." She chuckled, holding his face as he repeatedly kissed her lips.

"I love you and that sexy ass pussy." He told her, his hand sliding lower on her body, and she reached behind her, laughing as grabbed it to stop him.

"I love you too. Now, who the hell is Nene?" She smirked, and he laughed, grabbing a handful of her ass.

"Noni. Nene." He shrugged, and she chuckled, rolling her eyes with a smile on her face as he kissed her jaw.

"Take this off so you can shower with me." Her hands ran under his shirt, rubbing over his abs, and he licked over his lips, raising his arms so that she could pull his shirt from over his head.

"Move cause you be tryna be gay and shit." He swatted her hands once she reached for his sweats, and she laughed, raising her hands in surrender.

After another session and then a shower, the two of them laid naked in Kentrell's bed, Cars playing on the TV as he smoked a overstuffed blunt.

"You know I can't have that. Move." She chuckled, pushing his blunt away once he held it to her lips.

"You don't get drug tested no ways. Hit this fa' me." He mumbled, tilting her head to face him, and she rolled her eyes, a smile on her face.

"No thanks." She said with a laugh after seeing the small frown on his face.

"Just one hit baby. Please." He held the thick blunt between his long fingers, and she looked over at him, closing her eyes as he softly kissed her lips.

He pulled away, and she licked over her lips before taking the blunt from him and taking a long slow pull from it, blowing smoke from her nose and O shapes through her mouth simultaneously.

"Now who the hell taught you that?" He mugged her, making her laugh, her eyes immediately lowering, her tolerance low since she never smoked.

"Myself. I smoked real heavily in college, and when I went to the FBI academy I had to stop." She told him, her head laying on his chest.

"You miss it?" He asked, and she glanced over at him.

"What? Smoking, or school?" She replied, and he shrugged, taking an answer for either one.

"I don't miss school. I don't really miss smoking either, I've gotten used to it." She shrugged as well, chuckling once he passed his blunt back to her, and she took another pull from it.

"What did you do when it was just you? Before you got wit' me? I seen you here in yo room by yourself a lot." He rubbed her back, blowing smoke through his nose.

"Weirdo." She mumbled, and he laughed, shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah I spend a lot of my time alone. Sometimes Jayda drags me out when she thinks I've been alone too long. She tried hard to get me to be more open but I'm just naturally reserved."

"She has a lot of other friends and stuff, and she's thinking about leaving the department. She wanted me to leave with her and start fresh with something that's not as stressful as our job is, but I don't wanna feel like a burden-like her responsibility or something just because I'm lonely." She chuckled, watching the movie.

"Well you ain't alone no more, you got me. And I'll retire you at any day, fa' any price. I already told you that." He told her, kissing her forehead, and she smiled.

"I wouldn't even know what else to do. All I know is the bureau, you know? I never discovered any personal interests or hobbies. I'd just be bored at home if I left my job." She shook her head at herself, and he chuckled.

"That's what I'm hea' fa'. We can find new shit together. Take vacations and see the world and shit. Maybe you can get into hair or nails or somethin'. It's somethin' that you like, we just gotta find it," He ashed his blunt, before wrapping his arms around her, pulling the cover over them.

"What do you see in me?" She held a small frown on her face, the two of them laying on their sides, facing one another.

"I don't know baby. Somebody who want love as bad as I do. The only person who done showed me somethin' new, regardless of what I did in the past, and what I did to you. You ain't give a fuck about that shit, you still see somethin' in me. And I love you. I see my heart in you guh'." He chuckled at the last part, and a wide smile spread over her face, beginning to blush.

"You're so sweet-in your own way. And you've been doing good lately, thank you for trying for me. That's all I want is for you to try to be better. We can work on each other together." She mumbled, moving his dreads out of his face because they covered his eyes.

"You high as hell." A koolaid grin spread across her lips, the same smile that matched hers, before both of them laughed.

"Oh my god. Can you tell?" She held her eyelids opened, and he laughed again, making her do the same.

Her business phone rung, and she slightly flinched, clutching her chest to catch the breath that she'd just scared herself out of.

"Hell yeah. You tripping." He laughed, shaking his head, and she lazily smiled, rolling her eyes.

"I ain't going in today. Ima get my ass fired." She chuckled, letting her phone dial out, before it rung again.

She groaned in frustration, reaching over to grab it from her nightstand drawer, reading over Vincent's contact and rolling her eyes as she answered it.

"Case today. Come in." He told her, and she heavily sighed.

"Why can't y'all do it without me?" She asked, frowning.

"Saniyah, come in." He repeated, and she rolled her eyes, ending the call and placing her phone back where it was.

"Crazy thing is, I can't even quit this damn case. I can quit working at the precinct but I can't quit this one." She frowned, standing up from his bed.

"Tell me what it is and i'a quit fa' you." He shrugged, and she chuckled, rolling her eyes.

After getting dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a solid white button up shirt, pairing it with a white purse and the matching bottega sandals, she was finally about to leave Kentrell's house.

"I love you so much." He mumbled, currently in his garage with her, near one of his cars since hers wasn't there.

"I love you t-move Kentrell." She laughed, turning her head after feeling him suck her neck.

"You look so pretty. I love you." He ran his hands down her sides, before gripping her ass, and she laughed again, placing her hands over his.

"I love you. I don't know what time I'll be back but I'll call you in a few hours, okay?" She looked up at him, and he nodded his head, softly kissing her lips.

After about an hour and a half, Saniyah was walking into the Post Office, searching through her purse for her AirPods case.

Not paying attention to where she was going, she bumped into a hard figure, almost losing her balance but she caught herself.

"Watch where you goin' folks." She recognized Von's voice, and she looked up, frowning in confusion once he walked off.

He definitely had either attitude or anger laced in his voice, and she couldn't tell the two apart, making her frown deepen.

Finally finding her case, she removed her AirPods from her ear, putting them inside just as Vincent called her over.

"Where's Bennett?" He asked her, and she shrugged, not knowing where he'd went off to.

"Well go find him, duh." He gestured with his hands as he fixed his cuff links, making her smack her lips.

"Sassy much." She muttered, walking off towards the same direction Von had left off in.

She approached the bathrooms, turning the knob to the mens one and pushing the door open. She could see Von washing his hands at the sink, then grabbed a paper towel to dry them, not saying anything to her.

He was about to walk past her, and she pushed him back inside, walking in as well and closing the door behind her, turning the lock.

"Saniyah watch out." He said, not even a glimpse of humor in his tone, which was unordinary. He was usually very sarcastic.

"Are you upset with me about something?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Nah, what you mean? Like ghosting me after doing what we did? Yeah nah, I don't have shit to be mad about." He reached behind her to grab the door, and she grabbed his hand, looking up at him.

"Dayvon I'm sorry." She spoke softly, and he rolled his eyes once her arms wrapped around her waist.

"No you ain't. Move Saniyah, that shit pissed me off. You ain't answer yo phone or nothin' like I did you bad assum'." He looked down at her, seeing the small frown on her face.

"I was embarrassed." She mumbled, laying her face in his chest, now feeling bad.

"Of what? We ain't gotta do shit no mo' but if that's what you want then just let me know. You had me thinking I can't eat pussy even though you came in a minute." He smirked, and she laughed, her face flushing red as his arms wrapped around her.

"I'm sorry. I felt like a whore." She dramatically sighed, and he chuckled, leaning down since she was shorter than him, turning her head to look up at him.

"I missed you baby." His lips pressed against hers, and she held his face, allowing his tongue in her mouth to deepen the kiss.

He gripped her neck, tilting his head some as her tongue slid against his, bringing his hand down hard on her ass, making her moan.

"I missed you too." She mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck as his hands roamed her body, gripping her sides.

"You look good in these jeans. Turn around fa' me." He smirked, pulling back, and she smiled, turning around so that her ass faced him, bending over to show her figure in her jeans.

"You so pretty. Thick ass girl." He chuckled, gripping her thighs, and she laughed, standing back upright as he held her from behind.

"Look." He nodded his head towards the mirror, and she placed her hand over his face as he took the picture while she posed.

"You tryna sneaky link me lil girl." He kissed the side of her face, and she laughed, turning to face him as he recorded them.

"I missed you." She wrapped her arms back around his neck, smiling as he kissed her face.

"So go home wit' me after we done." He pushed her hair behind her ear, and she pondered in thought, before internally cursing herself out, remembering Kentrell.

"Um I c-." She started, and he cut her off.

"Yeah you can. I wasn't asking." He roughly grabbed a handful of her ass, and she chuckled, rolling her eyes.

"Okay baby." She smiled, holding his face as he kissed hers.

"Good girl." He sucked her plump bottom lip, and her eyes lowered, making him laugh.

"Get yo slut ass outta here." He chuckled, and she smirked, leaving out the bathroom first.

Dayvon followed after her, and as they approached the main deck, Saniyah's heart dropped seeing Cooper with his arms folded, waiting on them.

"Let me ask you both a question. Is there something going on here that I should know about?" He asked, talking with his hands as Vincent approached.

"Nigga get out my face." Von walked past him, over towards the vision board, and Idris shook his head at him.

"Saniyah, remember that this is a serial killer with over two hundred bodies to his name. A world terrorist, and the second largest criminal in the world. Whatever is going on with you two, make sure you know exactly what you're signing up for, as well as the consequences." Cooper told her, patting her shoulder twice, before heading off to his office.

She stood there, looking down at her shoes, her arms folded across her chest as she lowly sighed, now rethinking her decisions.

"Stop it Saniyah." Von spoke to where only she could hear, and she looked over at him, seeing his gaze locked on hers.

"So, what are we working on today?" She asked, Vincent now near her as well.

"Yesterday the Chinese killed a CIA agent in Beijing. They took his computer, which they thought could decode a message they intercepted. It couldn't, so they sought help from Bennett." Vincent explained, showing different images on the large screen.

"You're decoding CIA messages on behalf of the Chinese?" She rose an eyebrow in confusion at Von, who chuckled.

"Money is money. American secrets are always for sale, by many reputable vendors, including me. If ion do it, somebody else will and y'all a' lose a fugitive. So." He shrugged, and Vincent nodded in agreement.

"So, the message. Do we have any idea what it contains?" She asked, unfolding her arms and shifting her weight to one leg.

"The man who paid me is called Saan. He doesn't officially work for anyone, but he's always contracted by the Chinese to take out rival agents, from any country, it never matters to him-like I said, money is money. So the message is probably the name of a CIA, DCI, DAC, one of those types of undercover agents." Von shrugged, talking with his hands.

"And you're going undercover with him, again. They already have your cover." Vincent told her, and she dramatically groaned.

"What am I this time?" She sighed, making him chuckle as Von smiled.

"An encryption analyst. You're going to decide the message." He replied, and her head jerked back.

"Me? I don't know a damn thing about computers. I solve murders, remember?" She gestured with her hands, and he shrugged, making Von laugh.

By the time night had hit, which was about seven hours later, they'd finished their fifth case with Von, and were now on his private jet, flying back into Atlanta.

"You been quiet this whole time. You letting what Idris said get to you, ain't it?" Von looked over at her once the plane began to land.

"Yeah, I am." She mumbled, her thumb rubbing against the skin of his hand.

She was also confused with herself and was currently trying to get her thoughts together. She was really having relations with the top two most wanted criminals in the world-and she was with them as if they weren't.

She would've never imagined herself in this position, especially twice, at the same time. She had two sexual partners, and she liked them both-way more than she should have.

"Saniyah I ain't on that shit no more." He told her, and she looked over at him.

"Why'd you turn yourself in for me? Am I pawn or something?" She asked, confused.

"I turned myself in for me. I'm not on that shit no more." He repeated his previous statement, standing up with her.

"That doesn't explain why you chose me to be the only one you spoke to. Before this, I didn't know anything concerning you, besides seeing you in the news, so how do you know me?" She asked, holding his hand as they walked down the steps of his jet.

"That's because I didn't give you an explanation." He chuckled, helping her in his truck, and she rolled her eyes, a small smile on her face.

"I'm serious. Have you been creepily stalking me before you surrendered?" She tilted her head, watching as he pulled out of the private flight area.

"Maybe." He shrugged, and she shook her head at him, sitting back in the seat.

"Can we go to your house?" She asked, knowing that Kentrell had access to the cameras she had in her house.

"Yeah. You wanna stop at yours and get you some clothes?" He asked, and she shook her head yes.

After disabling her cameras with her phone, she was able to pack her a bag and leave again without Kentrell noticing.

Just as she was walking out of her house, her phone rung, Kentrell's contact flashing across her screen.

She looked to see Von occupied, on the phone with someone in his truck, so she took her chance to answer.

"Baby you okay? Why yo power just go out?" He asked, and she could hear machines whirring in his background.

"I don't know. I'm calling the maintenance guy to come and check it out now." She told him, obviously lying.

"Oh okay. You want me to bring you to my house? Is you back yet?" He asked, his tone soft. It always was when he was talking to her and wasn't upset.

"No, I will be tomorrow morning. I'll drive to you. But I have to go, I love you." She told him, heading towards the truck.

"I love you more. Call me lata'." He replied, and she smiled, blowing a kiss in the phone, before ending the call.

She climbed in Von's truck, looking over at him as he pulled off, seeing his natural frown on his face.

"Everything okay?" She asked, seeing the way he clenched the steering wheel while he drove.

"It will be. You hungry?" He reached over, resting his hand between her legs, and she nodded.

"Chic fil a, please?" She innocently smiled, making him chuckle.

"Whatever you want baby."

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