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The next few days were..more quiet, but busy. Aaliyah had been spending more time in the library to pass time. Carol had paid off Hellman, so he had put in a request to get Aaliyah transferred to FDC Cleveland. As of now, she just had to wait. He said requests take a while so it would probably take a few days or weeks until it went through. She hadn't gotten any reply from Janae yet, but she had hoped that Janae got her letter. Currently, she was headed back to hers and Carol's cell after her visit from Teyana, who brought little Amira with her.

She hummed seeing Red in there, Carol laying down, lollipop in her mouth next to an opened magazine. "Visit go good?" Carol queried. Aaliyah nodded, sitting by Carol's legs and opening a Stephen King book. Aaliyah listened silently as Red and Carol were coming up with ways to murder Frieda. "We could bury her alive with a flashlight and shovel, so she tries to dig her way out until she reaches the bulletproof mirror just below the surface, where she is forced to bear witness to her slow, inevitable death."

"Nah. Frieda's a rat. She likes burrowing. I don't want her to enjoy any part of it." Carol scoffs, looking down at the magazine with a man on it, causing Liyah to obviously grimace. "Jesus. Whatever happened to body hair? If I wanted shaved legs, I would date a woman." Aaliyah chuckles, Carol nudging her before she could make a comment.

Red seemed to disagree as she stood back up, having leaned up against the wall in a squating position. "I prefer smooth. Dmitri has a back like a Yeti." Carol flips the page, looking up at Red. "We could feed her feet first to an anaconda." Carol chuckles, "She does hate snakes. Although I'm craving something a little more practical."

Red scoffs, "Practical isn't the game. The game is fantasy murder." Aaliyah raised a brow, knowing Carol wasn't about fantasies. She liked to get shit done rather than talk about getting it done. And Aaliyah obviously knew of this, seeing as Carol already paid someone off in Florida to kill Frieda. "What if we paid someone in Florida a large sum of money to slit her throat with a shiv?" Red hums, seemingly not impressed, "I give it four for creativity."

"Four for creativity, sure, but ten for it's actually happening. As in...done deal." Red looks down at her, not believing her, she let's out a scoff. "Bullshit."

"Bulltrue," Carol shot back.

"What does it mean, this "bulltrue"? Is it an American thing?" Red questions, never having heard the term being used other than from Carol and occasionally Aaliyah. "It's a me thing. And it means that rat bitch, Frieda, will be dead by the end of the week. Enough games." Aaliyah smirked, looking back down at her book as Carol turns her attention back to the magazine, flipping the page. "Now, there's a face worth sitting on. Huh? Yeah." Carol grinned, holding up the magazine.

Aaliyah grimaces, "You truly disgust me sometimes." Carol laughs, hitting Aaliyah on the shoulder with the magazine. "Mhm, what about her?" Carol flips the magazine, showing Aaliyah a girl in an all black bikini with a very fit figure.

Aaliyah hums, "She's alright, though my girl is much more sexy."

"Well it's good to see you sticking with one person." Carol mused, obviously recalling Aaliyah's "hoe" faze, as the Brit girl liked to call it.

"What can I say? I'm a changed woman."

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Well, Barb had put a hit out on Carol, causing a CO to put her in protective Ad Seg, in which she was forced to share a cell with Barbara. It was a huge mess. Aaliyah nudged Badison, spotting Carol returning from Ad Seg. Aaliyah walked over, Badison following behind her. Carol appeared to be furious. "I am going to kill that bitch. My sister thought we made a truce. Stupid bitch. I'm gonna take out Barb and her whole block. I would have dome it right there, but that guard was all over us the whole time. Never looked away once, like some perv at a peep show."

Aaliyah's eyes widened, following Carol as they walked throughout the block. "You know, I think it's better this way, anyways. Play it cool, take our time, plan it right. When Barb's least expecting it, we pounce. Like a middle-aged mogul on a college intern." Carol said. Badison, as usual wasn't taking this as serious as she needed to. "So we're gonna take out our dicks and jerk off on 'em?" She chuckles, Carol and Aaliyah stopped to look at her wearing the same expression.

"This is not a joke, Badison. This. Is. War."

Carol, Aaliyah, and Badison all began to discuss the plan near the stairs, Liyah motioned to Carol, seeing Red make her way over. "It is done?" Red questions. "What?" Aaliyah could only assume this was about Frieda. She knew the plan fell through, her being the one to have just told Carol of that. "What else? Frieda." Red said. Aaliyah eyes Carol as she responds. "Nah, it didn't work out. We can't waste time worrying about her right now. We got bigger fish to fry." Carol started walking, Aaliyah, and Badison following as Red trailed behind them.

"Frieda's not a fish. She's our white whale." Red exclaimed perpetually.

"She could stand to lose a few, but I wouldn't go that far." Badison says coyly. Aaliyah follows Carol as Badison stops, Red staying behind to insult Badison. "You are the poster child for American ignorance." Badison turns around, not liking that. "And you're an old cunt who needs to piss off." Red pushes pass her to stop in front of Carol. "Carol, please, we have to talk. Preferably someplace not in earshot of Whitey Bulger's love child." Aaliyah chuckles at the insult towards Badison.

"Dang it, woman, you got borscht on the brain? Frieda's yesterday's news. We're planning a war here." Carol walks away, leaving Red speechless. Aaliyah followed the woman into their bunk, Badison following them, she leaned against the table as Aaliyah sat on the metal chair that was attached to the desk.

"So, what's the plan?"

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Lights went out, the bunks were locked. Carol was laid out on her bed, reading a magazine with the light provided by Aaliyah's lamp. Aaliyah was writing a letter, one that was meant for Janae. Carol was awfully quiet, only feeding Aaliyah's suspicions. She knew something was up. Carol wasn't one to even slightly forget about someone, let alone Frieda. Aaliyah turned in her seat, calmly looking at Carol, she could feel Liyah's eyes on her but ignored it.

Aaliyah cleared her throat, Carol still avoiding her gaze. "So, are you gonna come clean, or do I need to force it out of you?"

Carol finally glanced up, looking into Aaliyah's burning gaze. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Aaliyah frowned, "I'm gonna be honest with you. I don't get why you're keeping this from me of all people." Aaliyah chuckles to herself, standing up, she leaned against the desk, Carol remaining silent. "I must say, I quite offended. Have I not known you that long? Come on, Carol, I know how you are, I practically know everything about you. There's no reason to keep anything from me."

"Fuck. You're good, aren't you?" Carol chuckles, shutting the magazine and sitting up.

Aaliyah smiles. "Depends. Are you truly trying to kill Barbie? Or is this about a certain someone with an octopus tattoo? And it was a bit obvious. If you wanted to kill Barb, you would've done it then and there, you don't give a shit about extra time anymore." Carol licked her lips, gesturing Aaliyah to sit down next to her. Liyah smiled, taking a seat on the bed next to Carol who had no choice but to tell Aaliyah. "All right, I wasn't gonna tell you because by time all this is happening, you're gonna be on your way to Ohio. I don't want you worrying, or trying to stay back. You need to get out of this hellhole and be with your girlfriend."

Aaliyah looked down, maybe Carol had been right. If Aaliyah knew, she probably would've wanted to stay back to make sure Carol was safe. "When me and Barb were locked in that cell, we came to a truce, a revenge truce. The plan is, get the girls to fight, and whilst everyone's distracted, we sneak into Florida, kill Frieda. I didn't want you apart of that, and I still don't. This isn't your fight, understand me?" Aaliyah didn't answer, Carol grabbing her chin to make her look back up. "Don't be like your mother. Don't try to be a fuckin' hero. Got it?"

Aaliyah nods, "I got it."

Carol sighed, letting go of her to pat the girl's knee. "But I'm still gonna need your help with the plan. Badison's a fucking idiot, she doesn't think shit through. But you, yeah, you know how get shit done. You're smart. We need smarts. One last mother and daughter job?" Carol smirked.

Aaliyah grinned, Carol wrapping an arm around the smaller girl. "You know me all too well."

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a/n: i can't believe we are nearing the end omfg-

aaliyah writing love letters to janae 🥲

we see janae very very soon! i can't wait for my babies to reunite 🤭

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