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My fingers trace every one of the tattoos forming JK's sleeve the more we make out heatedly on his couch, my other hand snaking around his neck as he curls over me and twists his tongue around my own.

I pull away to moan his name whilst slowly craning my neck back at the feeling of his fingers that thrust rapidly below. The motion causes my folds to clench and breaths to pace, though my breathing slows down and eyes softly open when JK pulls out his fingers to kiss me down the valley of my torso with his gaze locked on mine. I continue to watch with shock as he smirks against my skin the closer his lips inch towards my thighs...

"—Ah!"

I awaken from my deep sleep with a sprung spine, gripping the bedsheets over my naked chest as I look around JK's sun-kissed bedroom with blurry morning vision. It doesn't take long to slump my forehead into my palm with a groan.

Ugh, you're down so bad Shego...

I can barely remember my thought process last night. I was just so high off of emotions the entire drive here that once I saw him standing there, knowing I could have him all to myself again... I guess I couldn't help myself. I missed him.

Still, I could've waited... I mean sleeping with JK only 24 hours after breaking up with Keith? Doesn't that make me disrespectful? Or better yet... A hoe?

No Shego, remember what Dad and J said. Your job isn't to look like a saint. You're doing what you wanna do. Plus, it's not like you're in a relationship anymore. You're just as single and free to do whatever you want as these guys are.

After a battle of morning-after thoughts, I string a deep yawn and rub my eyes awake before drawing away the bedsheets and landing both feet on JK's rug. The moment I stand up however, my hand immediately latches onto the wall when my body pretty much collapses on the spot.

...Yeah I don't know what I was thinking getting up that fast.

A few more minutes pass before I manage to actually stand and make my way across the room with the support of various pieces of furniture. Barely able to hold balance, I toss on one of JK's jerseys that had been lying around. The large material drapes over my bare body enough to reach my thighs and smells enough like him to give me recollections of last night...

*Yawn!* I scratch my unkempt bed head whilst sleepily making my way to JK's living room after brushing my teeth—

*GRRR, WOOF! WOOF WOOF!*

"AHHHH!!"

My feet instantly spring onto the couch and climb its spine when a huge black Great Dane loudly barks at me. Its ears are sharp and eyes beady with rage. I grab a nearby lamp whilst backing myself against the wall and aiming it fearfully. "G-Get back! JK?! JK!!"

"What?! What?!" He runs in with a pistol.

My arm practically rattles as I point, "T-There's a massive dog in your house! Who's is it?!"

JK looks at AK for a moment before rolling his eyes with slacked shoulders and tossing his gun onto the couch. My brows knit and eyes bulge when he then leans down to stroke the hostile dog's head.

"Chill, it's just AK. I got him after you left Compton. Yo be nice. Hey, listen." JK wraps his hand around AK's snout, forcing his mouth shut and turning the dog to face him with a strict expression. AK only continues to growl deeply in his grip while JK speaks sternly. "Ay stop that growling shit. This one's cool."

He named his dog... After a gun. Of course.

As AK's growls simmer, JK stands up with an amused grin. "See? He's cool. You can come down now."

"And you're sure that dog doesn't eat people?"

"Tch, ain't nobody gonna eat you. He's just like that with, uh... Visitors."

The way JK rushes the word has me lowering the lamp with confusion. "Visitors? You better not mean—"

"Shh, you talking too much."

"—Ah!" Before I can say more, JK effortlessly tosses me over his shoulder with one arm, forcing me down from the couch and causing my hair to dangle while he playfully spanks me.

"Oh my gosh JK, put me down! I'm not wearing any underwear!"

"Oh, you ain't?" His brow arches when he tries to sneak a peak. I instantly start hitting his spine with laughter before he finally lowers me in front of AK.

"Go on, pet him."

My head gradually turns with an intimidated gulp from the way AK's beady eyes stare back at me. Slowly but surely, I inch my hand towards his head to stroke his short fur...

"He's very, um... Cute."

*Grrrrrr...*

"Yeah don't call him that, he gets mad." JK returns to the kitchen.

I follow behind, glancing fearfully at the gun that casually rests on his couch before leaning against the kitchen counter and watching as JK lazily organizes some clutter.

I can't help but bite my lip at the sight of his perfectly tattooed back that's been tainted by my nails; as well as his slim waist, toned muscles, and when he faces me... The sharp vline cutting to his crotch. Not to mention the enormous print beneath his grey sweatpants that has me chuckling.

"You know, there's something I've been meaning to ask."

"Hm?"

"What's the story behind your, um... Tattoo?" I swirl my finger with raised brows. "Did you just waltz into a tattoo parlor one day and pay a guy to do that?"

"Hell nah," JK's forehead creases in offense. "When I was 19, this girl I was fucking with did tatts. We got real high one night and I just let her do her thing. Woke up the next day with a sore dick. To this day, I don't even know what it means."

I plant a grape in my mouth and slowly chew with furrowed brows. "You know, somehow nothing about that story surprises me. You're seriously reckless."

"Like you ain't missed it."

"...I have missed it. But in all seriousness, it's gonna take a lot to make up for last Summer JK. I don't wanna settle for breadcrumbs anymore."

"What happened to your boyfriend?" He asks, not looking up from what he's doing. I chew on my cheek a little in debate of telling him.

"We um... We didn't work out. He knew I still had feelings elsewhere."

"Well I mean good 'cause that guy made you boring as fuck." He cracks a proud smirk whilst peering up at my wrecked state. "Now I can get you back in your green highlights and racer bra."

"You wish!" I snort. "You do realize I'm not 18 anymore. I can't keep strutting around like your skimpy little flag girl."

"Mmm, we'll see." JK circles around the counter to bring my hips forward. But before he can land a kiss, I place a finger against his lips.

"Wait. If this is gonna work then we need to establish some ground rules. Rule 1... Condoms. We're using them."

"Ugh... You serious?" He throws his head back with a groan.

"I'm sorry, do you want to change diapers? Besides, I don't know where you've been. No offense."

"You know you ain't never had to worry 'bout babies with me She." JK's brawny arms bind around my waist where he begins kissing up my neck aggressively, obviously referring to his pull-out game. I laugh out of embarrassment and swat him away.

"Alright alright, let's not start. I'm trying to keep my legs today. Rule 2, if this is gonna work then it has to be mutual. You should put as much into me as I put into you."

JK sends a raspy hum against my neck out of boredom.

"JK, I'm serious!"

"Yeah yeah, reliability and condoms. I got it... So you gonna make us some food or what?"

"Food? Isn't this your house?"

"So?"

"So I'm pretty sure the host is supposed to cook for the guest."

With his face still curled into my neck, JK pauses for a moment before rolling his eyes back and stepping away. "Ugh, fine."

"You can cook, right?"

"Tch, 'Course I can cook."

"Yeah? What can you make?"

"Uh..." JK rummages through his cabinets, his focus not lifting as he concentrates on the clanging pots and pans. "Fries, and... Toast?"

"...You know what, we'll grab something from Ice's truck."

*WOOF! WOOF WOOF!*

I flinch when AK suddenly barks with his paws pressed against the window, causing JK to sigh as he approaches the door. "For fuck's sake."

"What's wrong with him?"

"He got beef with the mailman every damn day."

"Mailman?" I approach the window beside AK to witness a chubby, balding mailman in the distance, practically quivering as he lowers some flyers onto our lawn. JK lets out a yawn whilst unlocking the chain of the front door.

"What are you doing?"

"I usually just let him chase whoever around the block. Saves me having to walk him. Get him boy." JK casually unlocks the door, prompting AK to speed outside with terrifyingly loud growls and barks. The mailman instantly shrieks, drops his flyers and runs for dear life as AK bolts after him.

"AHH!! For crying out loud!! Control your crazy dog!!"

"Oh my God JK, that's so cruel!" I cover my mouth. "You can't just set your dog on whoever walks by. AK probably just needs fresh air. Maybe we should take him to the park."

After a lengthy hum of laziness, JK looks around the neighborhood a little before shutting his door. "Alright, go shower before he comes back with the man's clothes. I'll be down here."

"Geez, what a way to start the morning..."

"It's 3 o'clock She."

"What?" I check my phone, only to realize that it's in fact already afternoon. JK snorts at how knocked out he made me, causing me to hit him out of embarrassment. "Oh shush."

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Not long after, JK, AK and I roam through the sunny greenery that centers Compton. You'd expect a park to be filled with kids and adults exercising, but instead, thugs with green bandanas occupy the playground to smoke and exchange small plastic bags through handshakes. Some even guard the premises on bicycles with intimidating glares, though our familiar color palette grants us access to wander the park when they send JK an approving head nudge.

There's something comforting about knowing that since Agust's arrest, Gatti seem to have these streets on lock.

Baby mothers with their strollers seem to eye us with more jealousy than curiosity, and I can't say I blame them. JK strolls by my side with one hand in his jean pocket and the other effortlessly holding AK's green, spiky leash. The way he chews his gum with a natural scowl, exposed muscles, and his tattooed knuckles curled around AK's strap makes walking beside him feel safer than ever.

As for myself, I keep it laid back with some white and green Reeboks, loose sweatpants and a studded crop top that exposes my dangly navel piercing. My hair falls into a layered feather do and bounces with every step as I hook my hand around JK's arm. Needless to say, the three of us look pretty good.

"I forgot to ask. Why'd you get a dog anyway?"

JK shrugs and pops his gum, "Why do people usually get dogs?"

"Loneliness. Boredom. In need of a companion—"

"Okay you ain't need to rub it in." He chuckles. I admire his laugh lines and chuckle also before he unexpectedly asks—

"So how's your Dad?"

His question takes me by surprise, though has me smiling nevertheless.

"A little heartbroken that things are over with Keith, but otherwise? Pretty good."

"He ain't gonna be too happy when he sees me then."

"Nope, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there. And Gatti? How are things back there?"

"Same old... Winter's over so the club's finally back in action. I'm just waiting on Big Joe to hook me up with another circuit race but he said it's hard after the shit that went down the last time."

Just the sound of his name has my face turning sour. JK notices and looks around with a chuckle. "Still don't like Big Joe, huh?"

"Why would I? He was disrespectful to my Dad and I. It makes me mad that you even still work for him when he literally uses you."

JK sighs.

"She, you keep wanting me to leave him like he ain't my boss. Like he ain't... Raised me. Just 'cause you left your Dad's garage don't mean it's that easy for the rest of us. We all got our jobs, you gotta let me do mine."

The seriousness in his tone makes me look at the ground in thought... He's right. In a weird and materialistic way, Big Joe is to JK what Paps is to me. Part of me knows I can't expect him to just up and leave the man who raised him. Especially when his job is the whole reason why I was able to achieve my dream in the first place...

I guess I just want better for him. For him to achieve his dream without the need of Big Joe.

Lightening the mood, JK unexpectedly presents me with AK's leash.

"You wanna walk him?"

"Um... AK looks like he'd walk ME."

"Nah, you're being paranoid." He places the leash in my hand.

I nervously look at the green leather in my palm with enlarged eyes before clutching it and walking behind AK as he innocently sniffs the grass.

"...Hey, maybe this isn't so bad—"

Out of the blue, AK's eyes dart towards the most delicate butterfly fluttering in the distance. My jaw immediately falls when he suddenly barks at it and sprints off, causing my whole body to jolt as I grab on with two hands and begin peddling forward from his speed. "AK no!"

"I got you." JK catches me from falling with an arm hooked around my waist. A flustered but slow smile creeps upon my cheeks, as if sinking into his warmth despite AK's murderous barks in the distance.

"Baby, is that Shego?! Ain't no way!"

Our attention snaps to the familiar southern accent when Saweetie spots us alongside Quavo. The curvaceous stylist lets out an excited scream and throws her arms around me.

"You came back! Girl I haven't seen yo' ass around these streets for damn near a year! I missed your ass!"

I laugh whilst hugging her back before Quavo curls his fist against mine, "Ayy for real Shawty, ain't been the same without you."

Honestly, I've missed the crew of Gatti. It's refreshing to know that at least one couple around here worked out. Saweetie and Quavo are honestly goals. Hopefully JK and I can turn out like them.

"Aww you guys, that's so sweet but... Didn't I see you the other day in Glendale?" I point to Saweetie, "You were with—"

"Hey hey, forget 'bout Glendale. SOOO I see y'all made up! Already looking like Compton's hottest couple an' shit!"

"Bout time too. I ain't no snitch but... JK been missing you more than he lets on."

"Why you gotta talk so much." JK playfully scrunches Quavo's jacket with one hand.

Saweetie then turns to me and excitedly holds my hands. "Ooo, are y'all on a date? Where's he taking you??"

"Oh, no no. We're just taking AK for a walk."

"That demon dog? Now how the fuck y'all walking a dog without the dog?"

"He uh... Escaped us. But never mind that. What are you guys doing here anyway?"

"It's our anniversa-week."

"Anni... What?"

"Girlll our anniversa-week! Keep up! My boo been spoiling me like crazy. He already got me roses, red bottoms, a Birkin— Ooo! Baby you still taking me to dinner tonight?"

"Yess yesss, lemme stop off at Gatti first goddamn. I gotta pick something up. JK, Shego, y'all should come. Big Joe ain't seen you in a minute."

My face twists slightly with folded arms. "Pass."

"Oh come on girl, you gotta come back. The mechanics that old man been hiring ain't nothing but crusty ass, snitching ass rookies. We need you."

"Saweetie, even if I wanted to, he said I wasn't welcome back to the club."

"Nah, don't pay Big Joe no mind. If I say you're welcome, you're welcome. Got it?" JK steps forward, his cold rings cooling down my face when he grabs and lifts my jaw. His raised brows and eyes that search mine cause me to gulp.

"...Fine. But don't get any ideas, I'm only visiting."

"Woooo!! Alright! JK, go holler your demonic dog so we can dip already."

"Where is AK anyway?" I look around in confusion... That is until Quavo points with a snort. I follow his finger with a suddenly numb face at the sight of AK rapidly humping the rear of a blonde Poodle.

Like student, like master.

JK hooks his thumb and index finger between his lips and blares a loud whistle that has AK's ears shooting up before he abandons the lady and sprints over, allowing JK to recollect his leash. As the four of us exit the park, I turn to JK and whisper.

"That doesn't... Happen often, does it?"

"Often?" He chuckles, "Let's just say... AK's got a higher body count than me."

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The closer the four of us pull up to Gatti, the faster I can feel my heart beating at the familiar backstreet. After a whole year, everything looks more or less the same with a few new additions. More cars, fresher graffiti... And my old mechanic's room that's sealed by its shut garage door.

I can't believe I'm back here. After meeting Keith and moving to Santa Clarita, I really thought I was done with Compton. And yet, everything revolved into one big circle.

"Go awn girl, tell us you missed this place." Quavo nudges me, his chain and studded grills twinkling in the sunlight.

But just then, Gatti's door slams open when Big Joe strolls out with a cane and bodyguard by his side, wearing his shades and signature all-white suit. My arms cross and nose lifts slightly when he approaches us with a lit cigar.

"JK! Q! I'm heading out so imma need y'all to watch the... Wait now hol' on a minute." His finger points. "I remember you... Ain't that the disrespectful little brat from last year! Get her outta here!"

"Gladly."

"Nope. You're staying here." JK pulls me back to his side with an eye roll.

"Whatchyu' talkin bout she's staying?! This bitch done threw my keys in my face!"

"What are you even talking about?? I never threw your keys in your face! You have a lot of nerve talking shit about me when you practically tried to buy me into replacing JK—"

"Aight y'all, we on't need to get into all that." Quavo raises his hands. JK sends his boss a stern look whilst holding my arm in place.

"You want me here? She stays."

Big Joe looks back and forth between us before disregarding us with a sweeping hand and leaving with a groan. "Whatever. Just keep her outta our way. I work too damn hard on this shit for some little meddling hoe to fuck it up."

"Hoe—?!"

"Leave it." JK lazily binds his arms around me from behind, keeping my back against his chest to stop me from storming after him. His raspy little snicker from behind only aggravates me more. "You gotta stop getting so heated She."

"Oh like you can talk."

*Beep Beep!*

Our eyes are all stolen by an unfamiliar, yet pristine white Bentley that slowly drives into the backstreet with a red ribbon adorning the hood. Saweetie instantly inhales a huge gasp and covers her mouth in shock while Quavo smiles widely at her.

"AHHHH!!! Babe is that—?! You didn't!"

"Told you imma pull out all the stops. Happy anniversary baby."

"Aww." Saweetie's excited scream drowns out my laughter when I applaud the surprise Quavo had brought us all here for. With a hand on her spine, he leans in for a kiss but Saweetie pushes him aside and gravitates towards her new car with open arms, her eyes practically sparkling at the gift. She then rests her cheek on the hood and hugs the car with a lifted leg before kissing it.

"Ugh, come here baby. Mommy's been waiting her whole life for you. It's just you and me, okay? Mwah."

At least she's... Happy?

*Vrooom!*

A black Mercedes pulls up near the backstreet before Offset gets out and slams the door frustratedly. I almost ask what's wrong, until the tinted windows wind down to reveal a pregnant Cardi angrily honking her horn.

"Oh so you seriously gone walk back to yo friends without kissing yo daughter?! N*gga if you don't come kiss her forehead right now!"

Like a child being scolded by his mother, Offset rolls his eyes back before making a U-turn and leaning into the open backseat window where his daughter sits in her booster seat. The little girl fiddles with her toy innocently while Offset kisses her head.

"Bye Princess. Bye Bitch."

"Ohh imma come back to whoop that ass, just you wait n*gga. Just you wait!" Cardi yells whilst driving away.

"Do not tell us you got her pregnant again." Quavo snorts.

"I o'nt know, we finna see. Gotta pray it ain't mine." Offset greets the guys with laughter before stopping at me with a face of shock. "Yooo what's poppin' Shego?? I ain't know you was back in Compton like that. So this' your Bentley then?"

"Uh, NO. Q got it for our anniversary. She's allll mine." Saweetie caresses the metal.

"Y'all anniversary was today? And Shego's back? Nahh this calls for a celebration. Now I gotta excuse to go through with tomorrow."

"...What's tomorrow?"

Offset spreads his arms and whines his waist playfully. "Pool partyyy baby!"

"I know das' right!"

"Wait since when were you throwing a pool party?" JK asks.

"Tch, man I texted this shit to you!"

"You know JK can't read." Quavo laughs, making JK shove him.

"Shego? You coming?"

I mean... As fun as that sounds, I don't know how long I should be staying in Compton. I've still gotta get back to my store in—"

"Come on Shawtyyy, I know you ain't turning down the littest party of the summer with us. Saweetie, tell her to come."

"Bitch, you coming."

"Alright alright." I chuckle, "Well can I at least invite my cousin? He's a total party animal."

"Sure, invite whoever you want. Long as one of y'all sober enough to get home without crashing."

"Oh, speaking of which. I gotta show you something." JK pulls me away by the wrist.

"Where are we going?"

Without saying a word, he lures me towards my old garage before letting go and squatting to unlock the gate. Once he does, I watch as the metal gate elevates to unveil a room full of nostalgia... My old mechanic's workshop. Minus the picture frame of Paps and I that I took with me, the memorabilia and tools are all the same. However occupying the middle of the room lies a random Toyota that JK strolls towards.

"...Who's car is this?"

"Some racer that fills in here. He reversed into a wall and busted the damn spoiler, then brought it here to get fixed. But you weren't here so... I fixed it myself."

"You?" I gawk with high eyebrows, entering the garage and circling the Toyota to evaluate its rear.

JK rolls his eyes, "Well don't say you like that."

"No no, it looks great. I'm just surprised you—"

The moment I touch the car's spoiler, the metal snaps completely, dropping onto the trunk and re-creating the dent that had been inflicted previously.

I turn to JK with wide eyes as he shrugs and casually tosses some gum in his mouth. "What? I never said I did a good job."

"Clearly." I crouch with a sigh, running my fingers along the broken parts with narrow focus.

"Hm... Did you use Super Glue on this?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Super Glue isn't strong enough to hold up, plus see where the coating is chipped? That's because the glue damaged the surrounding paint job. It's better to use Sikkaflex auto body adhesive. It's my go-to construction sealant for permanently bonding body panels and sealing metal trims. Not to mention it's polyurethane-based, making it water and corrosion-proof. But first, we'll need automotive grade double-sided sticky tape to hold it in place."

"...Not gonna lie, I don't know what the fuck any of that means."

I lower the split spoiler with a chuckle. "In other words, we need special tape and stronger glue. Do you have any automotive grade double tape?"

"Only this shit you left behind." JK tosses a roll into my hands; "Perfect. Now if you just hold these pieces in place and I'll tape around it."

Following my instructions, JK's muscular arms lift as he holds the spoiler in place and I duck between his arms, getting close to his body and trying not to get distracted by his scent the closer I get...

Though despite how hard I try to focus, his lips suddenly begin sucking and biting on my ear.

"Oh my God, what are you doing??" I laugh.

"What? You're hot when your working." His eyes flicker down my body with a grin. "Nobody works this room like you, you know that?"

I rotate to face him, letting him barricade me between his arms as he tilts his head with a smirk.

"Ooohkay I see where this is going. You want me back as your mechanic. JK... As much as I have love for this room, I gotta head back to Santa Clarita eventually."

"Yeah yeah, your store. Just think about it, okay?" He leans down to lick and bite on my earlobe. I'd be lying if I said the wet smacks and trail of his heated tongue didn't instantly turn me on, but I manage to resist with a ticklish chuckle and push his chest.

"Alright you horndog, let's focus on fixing this car before we break it some more..."

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