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Keeping it short today but thank you for all the birthday wishes! I think this is my 3rd bday celebrating with you guys? Crazy. As promised, there's a little twist in POV's for this one :) Also a reminder to not comment spoilers when rereading, it ruins the book for others. Please vote, comment & enjoy!
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Selena's fingers knit around her collar buttons until the silver plate of her name badge is sliding down her tits. Like a glock in its holster, she pulls out her baton and rings it around my lap before slowly squatting between my legs, her palms riding up my knees and hair whipping to one side.

Misty engine fog and neon lights brighten the night when I make my way through the usual crowd of Gatti. There's all these familiar faces, all this cheering, and the hottest foreign cars burning colored exhausts. Big Joe raises his cigar at me with confidence while I enter my Turatara and watch the girl ahead raise two checkered flags...

Selena's tongue now rolls across her teeth before she rotates to part her ass cheeks, curling each long nail between the squares of her fishnet tights enough to tear a hole. With the swivel of her hips, she takes my heavy hand and brings it forward to stamp a red smack against her skin.

The second those flags descend, shouting erupts behind us and our wheels speed off. I can feel the car's vibration the faster I speed off with Quavo and Offset driving by my sides as the three of us laugh and turn the sharpest corner.

She flickers her tongue between her two wet fingers with a teasing chuckle. Her eyes are dark and sultry... Kinda like the hoes I would've fucked months ago.

And then there's Shego. When I step out after the race, she's the first person I see, standing by the Porsche she's working on and cheering from her little garage. She tosses a rag over her shoulder while grease stains her waist and cleavage. I don't know, that shit looks hot. It don't take her long to walk over excitedly before I pull her in by the ass and land a kiss.

Damn... I hate thinking about shit, let alone overthinking. But I gotta remind myself' what I'll be doing this for. And if this shit with Selena's gonna be worth it.

If they threw me in here last year, I would've fucked the brakes off of this girl for free. But now everything's all complicated. It's like having a girlfriend means everything I do now has consequences or something.

Selena's ass is really fat... But Shego's cool and she puts up with my bullshit. I'm just gonna have to imagine she's She. They both got dark hair... Same color eyes I think. Shego's lips are cuter though. Selena's look more ran through.

I drag my hand down my face and sigh before letting my back crash onto the single bed under me. Stressing over if I should fuck a girl with a big ass? This boyfriend shit might as well start taking my blood.

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Nicki spends the calm afternoon sitting alone in what was once Gatti's garage when the sudden hums of an engine grab her attention. A black Audi recklessly drives in and brakes with screeching tires, knocking over a trash can in the process as the driver's door flails open.

Nicki immediately leans away and winces when J slams the door shut behind him and throws his keys at her.

"A frying pan?! You got knocked out by a fucking frying pan?!"

"Look, you sent us to her house to jump her! We jumped her! Ain't my fault her dad turned up and wanted to be some fucking hero!"

Soon after, Chyna wanders in and wipes the sludge from her arms in disgust. Matching her expression, Nicki's face twists up.

"Ew bitch you stink."

"You think I don't know? How come they ain't leave you at the dump?"

Irritation only continues to brew J's face as he listens to the girls.

"Now that I got you both here, I wanna have a little meeting. Sit down."

"A meeting?" Chyna repeats. "What is this?"

"Bitch I said sit down. Ever since I snatched up this street, you two have been dragging me down. I've barely even gotten to do any of the shit I've been planning because YOU'RE lazy and YOU got whacked by a burger vacuum."

"Now how many times I gotta tell you? I. Tried."

"I. Don't. Care." J leans down to smile at Nicki sarcastically. "Do you think I put my trust in triers? You either do the job or you don't, and you two keep not doing the job. I need a team that's crazier."

"Okay so what? You want us to say we're sorry?" Chyna shrugs. J peers over as Nicki nonchalantly files her nails, leading him to glare.

"Agust may be used to hiring lazy bitches, but I'm not. I'm about to make some changes."

"Changes?"

As if on cue, a pair of heels clack their way past the orange cars outside and into the garage. The woman sports a zip-up denim jumpsuit that flatters her butt and cleavage, while her luscious ginger body wave bounces at the collar and brown frameless shades frame her eyes. Not to mention the silver from her belt and hoops create blinding lights as she chews some gum with brown glazed lips.

"What's up ladies?" She lifts her shades to bounce her brows once, her tongue pushed to the roof of her mouth. She's got a look in her eyes that's crazier than the man's beside her. Nicki and Chyna immediately straighten their postures with woven brows.

"Who's this bitch?"

"This bitch is Doja. Your replacement."

"Replacement? Wait now hol' on..."

"I've told you countless times about falling behind, and you two just aren't meeting my standards. Doja has a little game she wants to play with you girls. Stick through it, and you can stay."

Rightly so, Nicki and Chyna look at each other with unease. J hands Doja a gun which she gladly cocks before covering her eyes and spinning around three times. With a slight stumble in her balance, she excitedly points her gun at the two girls before shooting Chyna in the leg.

"YO WHAT THE FUCK!"

"J you gone' let her do that?!"

J smirks and sits down beside Doja who giggles as she shoots again, fatally striking Chyna in the chest. Nicki immediately screams and runs out, her wedges clacking unsteadily and her arms extended. Doja follows her noises and aims at the escaping Barb before J gently pushes her pistol.

"Let her run. She can't do anything. Now you and I can finally get this shit on the road. Starting with Shego."

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"AK! Wanna play fetch?"

The Doberman's beady eyes reflect my smile when I unhook his leash and unveil a fresh tennis ball from my handbag. L.A has plenty of lowkey parks, I figured this one would be safe enough to bring him out for some fresh air.

"Ready? ...Fetch!"

Dirt practically sparks beneath his paws when he excitedly trots in the direction of my throw. It takes mere seconds for AK to catch the ball between his teeth and abruptly stare at me.

"Good boy AK! Now bring it back!"

He stares a while longer before a pop suddenly bangs within his jaw and he's shaking the deflated ball with aggressive growls. My smile slowly fades as he gallops back and places the wet, deflated rubber in my palm.

"Aw AK, Why..."

I quickly approach a trash can with distaste staining my expression... That's when I notice a few random guys chatting amongst themselves in the distance, each sporting some form of Orange... Great. If there's Hopeworld guys up here, I can't even imagine what Downtown looks like.

*Woof!*

Before I can even ask what's wrong, I peer up and let out a gasp upon watching Quavo stroll over. A baggy t-shirt consumes his slim build as well as sagged sweatpants and Nikes. Of course, his silver grills shine when he grins and extends one arm around me. "What's good Shego?"

"You're here?? I thought they locked you up!"

"Yeah but I only got put in the holding cells. They discharged me this morning. I couldn't stay in Compton though, that shit taken over with orange now that most of Gatti is locked up. 'Fact I seen some here too. Man who even is this J n*gga anyway?"

"He's um... He's my— It's a long story. Have you seen Offset?"

"Oh he locked up."

"Loc—?! The last time I saw him he said he'd get you two out of jail."

Quavo chuckles and sits on a nearby bench when AK offers his head for petting, making me follow. He extends an arm behind me and slouches.

"Now Shawty you know better than to listen to Offset. He'll be good though. JK on the other hand, I don't know if he' sliding the system this time."

"See, that worries me a lot because I have something to tell him."

"You finally pregnant?"

"Uh? No... And what's finally supposed to mean?"

"I on't know, thought JK would've knocked you up ages ago not gone lie."

"Well he hasn't. It's something that I should actually be telling both of you."

"Aight so tell me Ma," He grins.

"No, it's something serious. I was waiting for him to be released first but who knows when that'll be? And I don't want him coping with bad news in some small dingy cell."

Quavo now lowers his brows and musters a confused smile. "Okay now you sounding spooky. What could be bad enough to have JK trippin'?"

"...It's about Big Joe. I went to Gatti and..."'

The further I explain, the more Quavo's face wilts with shock and disbelief. I tell him everything. From the horrific stench AK sniffed out to the very location of his body. For what sounds like a scene from some sick movie, Quavo stops petting AK and hunches forward to cover his mouth.

"Tell me you're playing with me. Ain't no way they whacked Joe."

"I'm really sorry. It's horrible... Every time I get excited at the thought of JK getting out, I remember that I have to tell him. I can't get that image out of my head."

I can tell the news still has Quavo speechless. His eyes turn slightly misty through his still position before running both hands down his face and shaking his head.

"No wonder nobody seen him... Where's Joe now?"

"I, um, I blew up the car. I didn't know he was in there when I attached the explosive. By the time I found him, it was too late to remove them."

"...I can't no more man. I can't fucking do this shit no more." Quavo licks his lips and blinks his tears away. "This gang shit' getting outta hand. We was just supposed to be racing and playing with cars man. It was supposed to be a vibe. But all this extra shit for what? Why the fuck is we dying for this shit??"

"I feel the same way. I'm visiting JK this week. What do I do?"

"Don't tell him nothing. Not while he' locked up. I know JK. That n*gga will trip out and probably do something in there that gets him a sentence we can't get him out of."

"So when—?"

"We'll tell him when he comes out. And he will come out. You know why? Cause I've had enough of his bullshit. We gone' run this J muh'fucker of our street and put out an end to this shit, but not without JK. If Big Joe was here, JK's the one he'd put charge."

Having enough, Quavo stands and draws his phone from his back pocket. I watch and he types rapidly before raising it to his ear.

"Where' you going?"

"Take bailed me out, now I've gotta bail Offset and the rest of the crew to tell 'em the news. Gatti gotta get back together and put a stop to this shit now. Remember, don't tell JK nothing. I'll catch up with you later Shego."

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The men's prison cafeteria is as packed and busy as ever. With comfortably spread legs and an elbow propped on the table, JK nonchalantly eats his mashed potatoes opposite the Game who drinks a can of sparkling water before twisting his face with disgust.

"Mm mm, nah man. That shit taste wrong."

Subtle lines grid JK's forehead when he peers up at his older whilst chewing, then shifts his judgmental gaze down to Game's food before returning to his own. "I don't know why you got that."

"Well yo lunch ain't looking too hot neither wicho' mashed potato headass."

Unexpectedly, the entire table looks over when a busty silhouette enters the room. At the nudge of a prisoner, JK looks over his shoulder to see Selena standing by the entrance. The attention drawn to her is like meat in a lion's den, though her attention remains on one inmate in particular.

"JK! Warden wants you."

The Game lowers his head while enthusiastically smacking his younger's elbow. Not exactly matching his excitement, JK takes a minute to chew his food before gulping down some milk and finally standing.

A mischievous but discrete grin marks Selena's lips once he makes his way over. She reveals a pair of open handcuffs, fueling JK to hold out his wrists so she can secure them. She then uses a hand on his back to urge him out of the cafeteria.

"Selena, you need any assistance with that one?"

"No, I've got it. Just doing a transfer."

Selena delivers confident smiles to each colleague that she passes when leading JK further down the halls. Finally, she guides him to an empty office and unlocks the door.

"This ain't your office."

"Duh, it's my friend's. She's not working today. Get in."

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I enter at the light push of her hand. Selena doesn't waste no time unbuttoning her collar, letting her already tight shirt reveal her big ass cleavage button by button.

"You got the documents right?"

She draws a rolled-up paper from between her bra and waves it. "Got it right here. Looks real authentic too. But you can get this later."

I watch her place the documents in a desk drawer before shutting and locking it. She then steps closer to unlock my cuffs; purposefully wanting me to eye her tits that look ready to bust out. I glance down at them for like two seconds, though that's enough to have her smiling.

"Why so serious? It's not like I'm gonna snitch after this. I'd lose my job."

I forgot how deep and seductive her Colombian accent is. A metallic clang chimes through the unlit room when my handcuffs drop at our feet. Selena tiptoes to make sure her breath fans my ear while delicately rubbing her palm over my dick print and squeezing. I face my side with a conflicted lick of the lips...

Just pretend she's She. Dark hair, brown eyes...

This bitch tortures me even more by dragging her nails along my veins while marking my neck with a slow kiss. But before she can land another one, I lean back.

"Let me see the certificate first."

Selena stares at me before scoffing in disbelief.

"You're gonna have to act better than that if you wanna double-cross me, babe. As if you'd know the difference between a real and fake one anyway. What's the matter with you? Acting like you're allergic to pussy all of a sudden. I've heard a lot about this dick of yours, I'm expecting the same experience."

Damn, I really thought that would work. My tongue pokes my cheek when Selena pulls down my pants. My dick practically springs out, taking her back with a pleasantly pleased gape and lip bite. It's not even hard. I can't help but tense my jaw as I watch her.

Honestly... I ain't felt like this since Big Joe sent that woman to my room all them years ago. It's that shitty feeling of having to fuck someone. It ain't even hard to wanna fuck but when it feels like you ain't gotta choice... I don't know. I just never thought I'd have this feeling again.

Just as Selena leans in with parted lips, I block her forehead. "I can't do this man."

"Do what? It's just a quick fuck. Quit making it a big deal."

"I hear that but I gotta girl. This shit ain't right."

Selena, once again, stares up at me before airing a scoff. This one more offended than the last. She immediately stands up and starts redoing her buttons while I tuck my dick back in my pants and she unlocks the desk drawer. After tucking the documents back in her bra, she retrieves her baton and smacks it in her hand.

"In that case, we're done here. You may return to your cell now."

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The satisfying buzz of Game's razor vibrates in his fist as he carefully draws its blades up the back of my neck. His eyes squint with focus from his height, standing behind me while I sit on a stool with my head tilted forward, a blunt between my lips and the rest of my hair secured into a high bun.

"So. You couldn't do it." He snickers.

I squint at my roll-up with smoke escaping my chuckle.

"Nah bro. I folded."

Game shakes his head and tuts in disappointment. "Could've been outta here man. Would've been some freaky sex too."

"Yeahhh but I ain't tryna' lose my girl again. That shit was already a headache the first time."

Game retracts his razor and faces the other Gatti guys around us with a cheesy grin before excitedly shaking my shoulders. "Y'all see? This n*gga turning into a lover boy!"

"Nah nah don't do all that. Making me sound all soft."

"Hey, I respect it. Don't hurt nobody you ain't gotta hurt. Especially the ones waiting for you the most. That's why we gotta have you looking good for your girl, know I'm saying?

"Yeah yeah. Hey you got any word 'bout where Big Joe at? I ain't heard from him since our fight a couple' weeks ago. Nobody here has either."

"Nah man, sorry. But damn I ain't seen Joe in years. That's the godfather for real. Hope he's alright."

"Same... I mean I ain't worried or nothing. It's Joe. Can't nobody hurt him anyway."

"Exactly. Tch, n*gga if you don't stop moving yo damn head. You gone' make me fuck up this undercut."

"You want a pull?" I raise my blunt. Game instantly brings the burning paper to his lips with furrowed brows.

"Mmf, it's a good thing Selena smuggled this in before you went and blue-balled her. So what you gone' do about this bail? 'Cause I know you ain't tryna serve 6 years."

"That's what I gotta figure out."

"Ron! You got that visitor's schedule?"

"Yeah Wade, just up here... Hey do you smell something?"

Unfamiliar voices and footsteps suddenly echo from the hallway, making us slowly look at each other. We instantly jump up and start fanning our hands, desperately trying to disperse the foggy mist that clouds the room. I accidentally snort which fogs my nostrils while Game clenches his teeth and contains his laugh. "Shit n*gga!"

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Today's the big day. I'm finally seeing JK for the first time since his arrest and I couldn't be more ecstatic. After filling in some visitor forms, I'm led through sone lengthy beige and grey-tiled halls with the guide of two officers.

"Miss, if we could take your purse and search you."

I obediently hand over my things and spread my arms, letting one of the female officers brush her hands from my breasts to my ankles. Kinda relieved that I decided not to smuggle JK all that weed he left at my house...

There isn't anything to find so eventually, I'm guided towards the hall where chatter stirs and my mules clack an echo. The room is split in half with a lineup of window panels dividing it; one side for the inmates and the other for visitors with cubicle walls to section each pairing. I'd be lying if I said there weren't eyes on me coming from both sides...

A black knitted Bardot top hangs from my shoulders while low-rise skinny jeans accentuate my butt, the darkness of my outfit matching my Playboy handbag and backless mules of the same brand. I managed to condition my hair enough to create loose wet curls that tone down my green highlights, and accessorize with shades, gold hoops and a "JK" necklace. A bit chic for a prison visit but what can I say? I wanted to look cute for my man.

The moment I approach his cubicle, JK instantly looks up from his slouched posture with a widening smile. I tuck my lips and look down to contain my untamable excitement when taking a seat opposite the glass and grabbing the telephone, not that he looks away for a second. Gosh, I'm shy already. He's so fine.

"Damn She. Why you gotta look this sexy." He licks his lips with a gaze that descends down my body. "You better not be walking the streets like this."

"So I gotta look as unattractive as possible until you get out?" I laugh.

"Yep. But real talk, you look good. I caught the little green there." He trails a finger over his hair, imitating my highlight placement.

"Yeah, I thought I'd represent my man." I lick my upper lip and flick my hair playfully, "And you've got a little mustache going on there. I see it."

His smile lines deepen. "You like it?"

"I love it." My love-struck smile contrasts with the female Officer who looks over from behind JK with a sour expression.

"Also sorry I couldn't smuggle in any weed, they would've caught me at the gates."

"Don't worry about that. How' you and Paps getting on?"

"We're holding up," I sigh. "He finally knows about everything. I think he's taking AK for a walk right now. They've never interacted before today so hopefully everything's going well."

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"Bad dog! Bad! You demonic dog!" Paps stands on my kitchen island with a broom clutched between his fists. AK rampantly gallops around and tears the stuffing from a few cushions while simultaneously knocking over the new lampshade with his tail.

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"Well I'm glad they're cool. You heard from Big Joe yet? Old man's gone silent."

I can feel my body tensing up at the slightest mention of his name, but I do my best to act natural.

"N-not yet, but I saw Quavo the other day."

"They let him out?"

"Uh-huh. I need to give him your number. They arrested Offset too but Quavo said he's gonna bail him out."

"Yeah I know about Offset's goofy ass. No wonder I ain't heard from Q. What else is happening outside?"

"Well you said I should hold down Gatti so I sorta blew up one of their cars with green fire."

"You serious? Yo that's hot." JK can barely contain the toothy beam. Seeing him so proud only excites me too.

"Yeah! You should've seen the look on J's face. I had to close down the Customs shop since then though."

"What?"

"Not permanently. Just until this all blows over. I can't have my shop open after what I did to them. Especially when J knows where it is. He'll probably stone the place or something."

"Mm... How you feel about all this anyway? J's your cousin. Can't be easy."

"It's not... We don't have a big family, so Paps and I have always held him dear to us. I'm sort of mentally training myself to stop seeing him as my cousin. I don't know, I just feel really betrayed..."

JK nods with twisted lips...

"So if I whacked him, you wouldn't get upset?"

"Well don't kill him. Just run him out of town somehow."

"And how' you think we're gonna do that without shooting some brains? This is the streets Shego."

"I understand that but I can't exactly give you permission to kill my cousin."

"You just said you ain't tryna see him as family."

"Ugh, see what I mean? It's hard." I whine, fueling JK to chuckle.

"Baby just let me know what it is you want before I bust outta here. 'Cause right now it's either his brains or the kneecaps."

"Uh, about that. How are you dodging this sentence exactly?"

"Don't even sweat it. I'mma give them the documents they keep going on about and then pay for bail."

"But you don't have those documents."

JK peers over his shoulder and faces the door that I'm to assume leads further into the prison...

"Imma get some inside help."

Just like before, my attention's grabbed by the curvaceous security guard who side-eyes me from the wall. My eyebrows weave and my eyes slowly shift back to JK.

"What's that guard's problem? She keeps looking at us."

JK looks over his shoulder once more to scan the guard up and down. The intensity of his stare immediately urges her to walk away awkwardly.

"She's jealous that you look good. Don't pay her no mind."

"So weird. But that reminds me... I did bring you a little gift. Not sure if you deserve it after looking so sexy in front of these guards though."

"Shut up." He nudges his chin enough to make his nose ring sway, "What' you get me?"

"Just a little gift." My smile spreads the more I draw the printed paper from my purse. I then turn to a male guard and point. "Can I slide this under?"

His eventual approval allows me to slide his gift underneath the glass. Without hesitation, JK pinches it between his two fingers and lets out a surprised chuckle upon rotation.

It's a print-out of us tonguing at the basketball game; our first and last date before his arrest. I'm modeling my designer black and green jumpsuit while he adorns his oversized leather jacket and enough jewelry to sink a ship. Not to mention our matching grills that bounce off the camera to reflect colorful twinkles.

The glossy coat of the image mirrors JK's smile. Admiring it, he runs his thumb along his lower lip with a lustful grin.

"These guards are lucky there's glass between us right now, lemme just say that."

I can't help but laugh all giddy with a hand shielding my mouth. I then tilt my head to admire it as well, his fixation on the photo only boosting its sentiment.

"Crazy, isn't it? We become boyfriend and girlfriend, then less than an hour later, you get arrested. I wish we had a bit more time... I miss you so much."

His gaze bounces back and forth between my eyes and lips once he looks up, as if admiring me through those lengthy bangs and signature heavy lids.

"Miss you too. I'm proud of you baby, for real."

I've never wanted to break glass so bad. It's just something about that 'baby' that makes me wanna kick my feet.

"Thanks for this She. Imma put this on my wall. But just know that the minute I get out, Imma be fucking you right. 7 days a week."

God... LET ME BREAK THE GLASS.

"I expect nothing less," I beam.

"Alright, visiting time's up. You gotta leave now." The same curvaceous guard had managed to circle her way to my side and stand behind me with folded arms. JK just looks up at her with scorching eyes of annoyance.

"She ain't gotta go."

"Yes she does. There's other visits to get through."

"It's okay, I'll be back." I diffuse it with a bittersweet smile. "Love you babe, I'll speak to you soon."

"Alright. Love you too baby."

I kiss my fingertips and press them against the glass before pivoting to send the guard a snarky grin, leading JK to bite his lip. I just know he's watching my ass as I exit, and I know that's burning her.

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The setting sun casts a blazing horizon for the large plans of fields surrounding the prison. At the hands of an officer, the large metal gate separating us from society slowly opens with a blaring screech, allowing me to make my way to the car park.

That was actually a really good visit. We got to catch up and just take in each other's company. If anything, seeing him probably made me a bit horny... Quavo was right, it was best that I didn't unload anything heavy on him just yet.

I enter my pink Chevrolet Camaro feeling pretty good about the evening. Unbeknownst to me however, are Doja's foxy shadowed eyes that pierce through the side mirror of her red Porsche while her designer heels cross over her dashboard. The mirror casts a blinding reflection as I pull out of my parking spot and take off onto the road. Smoke continues to cloud her gaze when she smokes out the window and cracks a grin.