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TORN - Chapter 6

Synopsis: One night, that's all it took for Josh and India to fall for each other. One night was all it took for her life to turn upside down. She thought she had found the one. Then he had told her the truth... he had someone waiting for him... someone whom he had betrayed to be with India.

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India stared out of her kitchen window, watching Josh push Egypt on the swing at the playground connected to her apartment building. It should’ve been a sweet moment. The kind that made her heart swell instead of twist.

But something felt off.

She had been feeling that way since she woke up that morning. The butterflies in her stomach were so bad that she could barely eat anything. Her coffee sat cold on the counter, untouched since breakfast.

She blinked and looked down at the sink, realizing she’d been standing still for too long. The soapy water had gone cold.

Grabbing a towel, she dried her hands and stepped toward the door. She wasn’t sure why she decided to check the mail just then. Maybe she needed the walk. The air. A moment alone.

The walk down to the mailbox was a short one. The wind was light, just enough to ruffle the ends of her hair. Somewhere behind her, Egypt's giggles rose into the air again, carefree and loud. The sound made her chest ache.

She reached the row of mailboxes and slid the key into the lock. It turned with a soft click. A few envelopes dropped into her hand. A grocery store flyer. A past-due notice for a medical bill she’d been ignoring. Something from the electric company.

Then her fingers brushed over a thick, flat envelope. No return address. Just her name. Typed, formal, impersonal. She turned it over. Her heart stopped.

Fayette County Courthouse.

“What the fuck” India muttered as she tore open the envelope. Her hands were trembling as she pulled the papers out of the envelope.

Petition for Full Custody Plaintiffs: Janae A. Rice & Joshua S. Fatu

Defendant : India M. Langston

Her chest rose and fell too fast. Blood roared in her ears. She tried to focus, to read the rest of the document, but the words were swimming now—negligence, unfit environment, primary custody, permanent.

The walk to her apartment felt like the longest walk of her life. He was trying to take her baby. He came back into her daughter’s life just to take her away.

By the time she got back to her apartment, Josh and Egypt were already there. Egypt was in her bouncer, bouncing happily to The Wheels on the Bus. Josh smiled over at India when she walked in, but the smile was wiped off his face when he saw the look on India’s face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, standing up from the couch to walk over and check on her.

“Don’t.” She stopped him, holding a trembling hand up to stop him from coming near her.

Josh furrowed his eyebrows. “Indi.. what happened?”

India scoffed and held up the envelope and papers. “You tell me,” she said coldly, her voice shaking from the effort it took not to scream.

Josh took the papers from her, his eyes widening as he realized what he was holding.

“India…” He trailed off.

“How could you?” She started. Tears were already streaming down her face.

“India, listen to me - “

“No.” Her voice was low, but firm. “You listen to me. Out of all the bullshit you put me through, this one takes the cake.”

Josh opened his mouth, but India shook her head, cutting him off before he could even try.

“You lied to my face,�� she said. “Every day you’ve been here, pretending to co-parent, pretending to care about me, about her, when the whole time, this was sitting in some courthouse, waiting to drop on me like a bomb.”

Egypt’s giggles set another wave of rage through India. “What fucking right does the bitch have to call me unfit? Huh? What the fuck have you been telling her?! Ain’t no way y’all think y’all winning this! Y’all wanted a fucking war… y’all got one!”

He stood, inching closer. “Please. Just let me explain. Let me—”

“I want you out.”

That stopped him cold.

“I want you out of my apartment,” she said, her voice trembling but firm. “You don’t live here. You don’t sleep here. You don’t get to be here anymore.”

Josh froze, the weight of her words sinking in. His eyes flicked to Egypt, then back to India, searching for any sign of softness, but her resolve was clear.

“India…” His voice was quiet, heavy with regret and confusion. “I never wanted to hurt you. Or her.”

She took a slow, steadying breath, hands clenched but voice firm. “Then why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Josh didn’t know the answer. Yeah, the first time he came down, he was supposed to tell her about the custody paper, at least try to come up with a 50/50 solution, but the second he saw India again, all those thoughts left his head.

“You need to leave.” She said again. “Get your shit and get out my apartment.”

Josh nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Okay,” he said quietly. “I’ll go.”

India didn’t move. Didn’t soften. Her eyes never left his.

He walked over to his duffle bag, which was conveniently near Egypt. He bent down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “I love you, Egypt.” All he got back in response was Egypt’s little giggle, which made him smile.

As he rose back to his feet, his eyes met India’s. He cleared his throat as he walked closer to her. She opened the door.

“India-”

“See you in court.” She cut him off, slamming the door and locking it behind her. India slid down to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest as her shoulders began to shake. It wasn’t just betrayal. It was devastation. He had taken something sacred and shattered it beyond repair.

Egypt let out a squeal of laughter from her bouncer, kicking her feet, as if the world hadn’t just been ripped apart. India forced herself up, wiping her face quickly before crossing the room and lifting her daughter into her arms. Egypt wrapped her arms around India’s neck without hesitation, still giggling.

“I got you,” India whispered into her curls, her voice cracking. “No matter what they try. I got you, baby girl. Always.”

The Uber ride to the airport was quiet. Too quiet. The driver had asked if he needed the radio on, and Josh had just shaken his head. He stared out the window, watching the city blur past him.

He was angry, not at India, but at Janae. She had gone and filed the paperwork behind his back. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and pulled up Janae’s contact. He stared at it for a bit before pressing call.

“Please leave your message for 740-”

Josh furrowed his eyebrows as Janae’s phone went straight to voicemail. That was odd. Her phone was always on, no matter what the circumstances. He called again, frowning deeper when it for the second to voicemail again.

“This you, boss?” Josh looked up as the Uber driver spoke. He hadn’t even noticed they had arrived at the airport.

“Shit, thanks uce,” Josh said as he exited the car. Josh slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and headed inside the terminal, his steps slower than usual. The weight of what had just happened and what was waiting for him on the other end felt heavier than the bag on his back.

He couldn’t shake the unease settling in his gut. Janae’s silence wasn’t just annoying anymore. It was alarming.

He boarded the flight back to Atlanta, but his thoughts never left Dallas. The look of betrayal in India’s eyes shook him to his core. He’d let things spiral, caught between guilt, confusion, and a fear of confrontation he could no longer avoid.

The plane touched down just after seven p.m. He was on autopilot as he made his way to his car, barely registering the bustle of Hartsfield-Jackson around him. He didn’t stop to grab food, didn’t check his messages again. He just needed to get home.

As he turned down their street, the hairs on his neck stood up. Janae’s car was parked outside. That wasn’t strange.

What was strange was the other car in the driveway. Black. Low. Familiar. Josh killed the engine and stared at the car in front of him. He knew that black BMW quite well. Jaw tight, he grabbed his duffel and stepped out of the car slowly. The breeze had cooled with the setting sun, but he felt hot all over. Like his blood had started simmering before he even made it up the driveway.

He quietly unlocked the front door, letting out a silent “thank god” as the alarm didn’t sound off. As he entered the home that he paid for with his hard-earned money, he froze as he got a look at his living room.

It was messy, clothes thrown everywhere, two half-empty wine glasses on his coffee table. His chest rose and fell with slow, measured breaths. He dropped his duffel by the door, hands balling into fists at his sides as he stepped further into the house.

His heart hammered in his chest as he moved toward the stairs. Halfway up, he heard voices. Laughter. He pushed open the bedroom door.

Janae was the first to notice him. She let out a loud gasp and jumped off of her ex’s lap, ripping her robe from the floor and covering her body with it. “Josh!” She called out, but he paid her no mind. His full attention was on Lawrence, who slowly stood from his bed.

“Aye, man -”

Josh didn’t even think; he swung. Janae yelled out his name, but Josh didn’t stop.

Lawrence, who was slowly getting to his feet, spat out some blood, which landed on Josh’s white carpet. “I’m tired of hiding this shit Nae! I’m tired of only seeing my son when this nigga on the road.”

Josh whipped his head around to face Lawrence. “Fuck you talkin’ bout.”

“Tell him the truth, Janae.”

Janae slowly shook her head, her eyes still on Josh.

“Janae, fuck is he talkin’ bout?”

Janae started to cry, hugging her arms to her chest as she slid down the wall. “Micah…” She sniffled. “Fuck! I’m so sorry, baby.”

Josh narrowed his eyes at Janae as he crouched down to her level. His glare hardened as her tearful eyes met his.

“Whatchu’ telling me right now, Janae?” Josh’s voice was low.

“He aint yours.” Lawrence’s voice cut through Janae’s and Josh’s starting contest. Josh blinked twice, and before he could stop himself, he gripped up Janae and pulled her to her feet.

“I wan’t you out my fucking house. Do you understand me?” He spat at her, eyes damn near black. “I gave up not seeing my daughter for months to please you! Trying make this relationship work cause I stepped out, but this whole fucking time you -” He stopped himself. He released Janae and took a step back. He covered his face with his hands and took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. “You got ten minutes to get ya’ ass out my house ‘for i drag you out.”

Josh heard Lawrence quickly gather his things and leave. The sound of the front door opening and closing made Janae’s eyes widen. “Where am I going to go, Josh!? What about Micah?!”

“Shoulda thought about that shit before you lied to me for five years!” Josh yelled out. Janae jumped, making Josh scoff. In the 10 years they were together, he never once laid his hands on her.

Josh shook his head slowly, his voice dropping to a cold, flat tone. “Get out.. Now.” He turned toward the closet, yanking her suitcase from the top shelf and tossing it at her feet. “You got eight minutes left.”

“Josh—”

“I don’t wanna hear shit from you Janae! I wan’t you out my fucking house!” Josh took a step closer, his chest heaving. “Do you know what it felt like to sit in India’s apartment, listening to her cry, while I was plotting on taking her kid, our kid, because you made it seem like that was the right thing to do?” He laughed bitterly, his voice hollow. “Meanwhile, you sittin’ here lettin’ me play daddy to a child that was never mine.”

“Micah is your son,” Janae whispered, desperate. “You raised him—”

“Don’t,” Josh cut in, voice low but lethal. “Don’t you dare say that shit like it justifies anything. I loved him. I gave everything I had to him. To you. To us. And you threw that shit in the trash.”

“Micah can stay. But you… you gotta fucking go.”

Janae stared at him, wide-eyed and silent. For once, she had nothing to say. Josh turned away from her, heading for the bedroom door.

“You’ve got five minutes now,” he said without looking back. He walked out, closing the door behind him with a quiet click that felt louder than a slam. Downstairs, he sank onto the couch, elbows on his knees, head in his hands.

Everything was broken.

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Echoes of Us -Ch. 3

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Story Master List - If you haven't read the prologue I suggest you read it before reading this.

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Amani tapped her pen against the thick stack of the onboarding documents, her eyes scanning the meticulous details of a few new hires background checks. The familiar drone of employees talking and phones ringing hummed outside her office door. But today, even the precise world of HR couldn't completely anchor her attention. For the past few weeks, her phone had been a constant, low-level thrum of distraction. Josh.

He'd started with casual check-ins, asking about her week, sharing snippets from his life on the road, quick messages that she'd answered with answered with careful politeness. He'd told her about a crazy crowd in Boston, a long flight delay, even a funny story about Jon accidentally botching a move during a match. She'd found herself smiling at his texts more than she cared to admit, a warmth spreading through her chest that felt both forbidden and undeniably pleasant. She'd replied, always after a calculated pause, keeping her answers brief, and devoid of anything really personal. It was a delicate dance, a constant push and pull between the woman she was now and the girl she'd been.

A new notification buzzed, pulling her from a potential hire's resume. Of course, it was him. Her thumb hesitated before tapping open the message.

uceyjucey: I'm back in Florida for a few days. You free tonight? Maybe try that new Italian place downtown?

Amani's breath hitched. Dinner. Not a casual check-in, but a direct invitation. Her gaze flickered to the clock on her computer screen, then back to the message, as if willing it to disappear. The quiet hum of the office suddenly felt deafening. She could feel the familiar walls she'd meticulously rebuilt around her heart begin to tremble.

She reread Josh's message. The very thought of seeing him so soon sent a fresh wave of nerves through her, cold and sharp. Could she do this? Could she sit across from him, make small talk, pretend that twenty years of unspoken history, of a shared grief he didn't even know existed, wasn't simmering beneath the surface?

No. The answer was immediate, visceral. She couldn't.

Amani stared at her phone, the words "You free tonight?" solidifying in her mind. The internal struggle was a tempest. Her gut screamed no, but a softer, more persistent voice whispered yes. Before she could fully commit to either, her thumb instinctively navigated to the group chat with Tameka and Shawna.

Mani❤️: 1 attachment

Mani❤️: What should I do 😩

The response was almost instantaneous. Her phone vibrated, a rapid-fire succession of messages from the girls.

Tammy💖: You better say yes

Shay🤞🏾: YES! BOUT DAMN TIME

Tammy💖:Don't even THINK about saying no.

Shay🤞🏾: You gotta do this

Amani couldn't help but crack a small smile at their rampant enthusiasm, even as her own nerves frayed. They were relentless, but she knew it came from a place of fierce love and a desire for her happiness. She didn't reply to their frantic messages. Instead, with a deep breath that felt more like a leap of faith, she switched back to Josh's chat. Her fingers, surprisingly steady, typed out a reply.

_AmaniW: I'd like that. 7 works for me.

She hit send before she could second-guess herself, placing the phone face down on her desk as if to physically cut off the connection. The silence stretched, a few agonizing minutes ticking by. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of anticipation and dread, even as she forced her eyes back to the resumes in front of her.

Her phone buzzed. Amani snatched it up, quicker than she could register, her eyes immediately going to his message.

uceyjucey: Bet, I'll make a reservation for us. See you tonight beautiful

Amani reread his reply, a strange mix of exhilaration and terror swirling within her. See you tonight beautiful. The words were simple, yet made her feel some type of way, hopes she hadn't realized she still harbored. She had said yes. The carefully constructed walls, twenty years in the making, were now officially breached. Tonight, she would sit across from Josh Fatu, and she had no idea what she was walking into.

Amani practically sprinted through her front door, tossing her work bag onto the foyer table with a clatter. Her phone was already ringing. It was Shawna, no doubt calling with Tameka already on the line, having been alerted by Amani's frantic acceptance message hours earlier. She swiped to answer, propping the phone against the fruit bowl as she kicked off her heels.

"Okay, I don't have much time to get ready" Amani blurted out, her voice a little higher than usual. "I don't even know what to wear? It's been a minute since I've been on a date." She paced the kitchen, peering into her fridge getting a cold water, taking a sip to calm her nerves. She capped it before making her way upstairs.

Tameka's voice, calm and steady, came through the speaker. "Relax, Mani. It's just dinner. You need to wear something that says you do this shit effortlessly"

Shawna chimed in with her usual directness. "Forget wearing jeans. I'm thinking that black two-piece set you bought last year. The one with the wide-leg pants and the slightly cropped top."

Amani paused mid-stride. "The one that shows a little stomach?"

"Girl, yes!" Tameka exclaimed. "It's cute, and it's got just enough edge. It gives enough body-ody" Amani chuckled at her friend hyping her up.

Amani sighed, half in exasperation, half in reluctant agreement. They usually had good instincts. "Fine," she mumbled, already heading into her walk-in closet. "But if I look ridiculous, I'm blaming you both."

She tossed the set onto her bed, the soft fabric a stark contrast to her racing thoughts. Slipping into it, Amani spun around in front of her full-length mirror. The wide-leg pants flowed elegantly, and the top hinted at her toned midriff without being overt. Adding some gold heels and matching gold accessories, she stood before her full-length mirror. "Okay," she conceded, speaking to her reflection and her friends on speaker, "it's actually kind of cute."

"Told you!" Shawna crowed.

They stayed on the line as Amani worked through her hair and makeup. She opted for soft waves, letting her curls fall naturally, and a subtle smokey eye that enhanced her dark eyes. The familiar rhythm of getting ready, coupled with her friends' encouraging banter, slowly began to soothe some of her nerves.

Just as she was applying a final swipe of lip gloss, she glanced at the clock on her nightstand. A quarter past six. "Shoot! I gotta go, y'all. Wish me luck!"

"You got this, Mani!" Tameka cheered.

"Don't forget to text us!" Shawna added, their voices brimming with excitement.

With one last encouraging word, they hung up. Amani grabbed her keys and a small clutch, taking a deep breath. The scent of her perfume, a sophisticated blend of jasmine and sandalwood, filled the air. She walked out to her car, the Florida evening air surprisingly cool. The drive to the restaurant was a blur of streetlights and nervous energy. Every turn brought her closer to the Italian place downtown, and to Josh.

Amani stepped into Amore Cucina, the new Italian place downtown, and the warm, inviting aroma of garlic and herbs instantly enveloped her. The soft murmur of conversations and the gentle clinking of silverware filled the air. She approached the hostess stand, her heart doing a familiar flutter.

"Hi, how can I help you this evening" the young hostess smiled. "Is it just one?"

"I'm meeting somebody here, reservation for should be under Joshua Fatu," she said, her voice a little steadier than she felt.

The hostess smiled politely, and nodded. "Right this way." She led Amani through the softly lit dining room, past bustling tables and intimate booths, until they reached a more secluded corner.

There, already seated, was Josh. He looked just as she remembered from the reunion—broad shoulders, the familiar tribal tattoos peeking from beneath his rolled-up sleeves, and that unmistakable, easy smile that still had the power to disarm her. He stood up as she approached, his gaze sweeping over her, a warmth blooming in his eyes.

"Mani," he murmured, his voice a low, familiar rumble. He leaned in for a hug, and Amani instinctively reciprocated, the fleeting contact a comfortable ghost from the past. His arms felt strong, a familiar anchor. When they pulled apart, he held her gaze for a beat longer than necessary before pulling out her chair.

"Thank you," Amani said, a soft blush creeping up her neck as she sat.

Josh settled back into his own seat, his eyes still on her. "You look good, ma." His compliment was genuine, and it sent a fresh wave of heat through her.

"You look good too," she managed, her voice a little breathy. He did, with his curly mullet perfectly styled and a crisp button-up shirt that highlighted his build.

Just then, their waitress arrived, a friendly woman with a notepad. "Good evening. Can I start you off with something to drink?"

They quickly ordered, Amani opting for wine, Josh a cocktail. The waitress left them, and a comfortable, yet charged, silence settled between them. The ambient restaurant noise seemed to fade into the background as their eyes met across the table. It was Josh who broke it, leaning forward slightly.

"So," he began, his voice softening, "how was your day, Mani?"

Amani quickly rattled off her day, detailing the stacks of potential hire paperwork, the delicate dance of employee performance reviews, and even the less-than-pleasant task of writing up a couple of disciplinary reports. She spoke with the practiced ease of someone who truly knew their domain, her professional competence shining through.

Josh chuckled, a low, easy sound. "Sounds like you're still bossing people around. Some things never change, huh? You always liked to keep me in line back in the day."

Amani laughed, a genuine, unforced sound that surprised even herself. "Somebody had to keep you in check. You were a menace."

His smile widened, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. "Man, a menace? Nah, you just thought you had me figured out. Truth is, you were the only one I ever let get close enough to even try to put me in check." He chuckled softly, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Amani playfully rolled her eyes, but the smile remained firmly fixed on her lips, a blush dusting her cheeks. "Better watch yourself," she retorted, deflecting his charm with a lightness that felt surprisingly natural.

Their waitress returned with their drinks, momentarily breaking the flow. Once she departed, Josh leaned forward, his expression softening. "How life been treatin' you? What brought you back here?"

Amani took a slow sip of her wine, gathering her thoughts. This was the moment where casual conversation could veer into deeper territory. "Life's been good for the most part." She paused, choosing her words carefully, the thought of her divorce still a raw spot, even years later. "After... well, when my mother got sick," she said, a slight hesitation in her voice, "and then after I got divorced, I made the decision to come back home. Needed to be closer to family."

Josh's eyebrows scrunched a bit, a look of genuine surprise and concern replacing his earlier playful demeanor. "I'm sorry to hear that. How's she doin' now?"

Amani offered a small, grateful smile for his empathy. "She's doing much, better now. Fully recovered, thankfully."

Josh nodded silently, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he spoke again. "Said you got a divorce?"

"Yeah, uh, we were married for a little while, divorced a few years ago," Amani replied, shrugging her shoulders dismissively, as if the topic held little weight for her now. "It was bound to happen, we just wanted different things out of life" Saying that was an understatement. Amani recalling the countless of arguments they got in regarding building a family together.

Josh's expression softened further, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes. "That's his loss, he fumbled somebody real," he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

Amani felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "I appreciate that," she said softly.

Just then, the waitress returned, temporarily interrupting them to take their food order. Once she had efficiently jotted everything down and departed, Amani took the opportunity to shift the focus.

"Enough about me," she said, leaning forward slightly. "How 'bout you? How did life turn out after college? Nobody snatched you up."

Josh leaned back, a smile playing on his lips. "Man, it was a wild ride for a bit. Moved back home for a while after college, actually. Ended up working with Jon and Joe at his sister's furniture business for a bit, just trying to figure things out." He chuckled. "Then one day, out of the blue, our Uncle Eki came and got me and Jon. Took us to Houston. That's where we really started training." His eyes lit up. "Eventually, we got signed to WWE. We travel a lot, but I love it, honestly. It's been a crazy ride, but it helps doing it with family. Never thought I'd be doing this, but here we are."

He paused, taking a sip of his drink. "And yeah, I was with someone for a minute." He offered a wry, dismissive smile. "We were married. But we're divorced now." He picked up his fork, twirling some pasta, his casual demeanor not catching the slight tension around the topic.

Just as Josh finished speaking, the aroma of rich tomato sauce and melting cheese filled the air as their food finally arrived. The waitress expertly placed their plates before them. Amani's stomach rumbled, a welcome distraction from the deepening personal turn of their conversation. They both picked up their forks, the initial silence punctuated by the gentle clink of silverware.

Josh took a bite of his pasta, his eyes meeting hers, "Did y'all have any kids?"

Amani's fork slightly paused halfway to her mouth. The question, delivered so casually, felt like a sudden, unexpected blow. Her heart constricted, and for a split second, the delicious aroma of the food faded, replaced by the sterile scent of a hospital room. She forced herself to breathe, to keep her expression neutral. Josh, engrossed in his own meal, didn't seem to notice her brief hesitation.

She cleared her throat, pushing away the phantom ache in her chest. "No," she said, her voice a little too quick, a little too even. "No, we didn't have any kids. Did you?"

Josh nodded slowly, taking another bite. He chewed thoughtfully for a moment, then swallowed. "I got two boys." He offered a soft, proud smile. "Thirteen and seven. They wild as hell." He chuckled, a genuine warmth radiating from him as he spoke about them. "It's been crazy, seeing them grow up so fast."

Amani's breath hitched again, this time for a different reason. Kids. Two boys. A wave of complex emotions washed over her—a pang of wistfulness, a flicker of what-if, all quickly tamped down by the familiar, sharp grief. She managed a polite, tight smile. "Oh, that's great. I'm sure you've been a great dad."

He didn't seem to pick up on her internal turmoil, lost in his thoughts of fatherhood. "Yeah," he agreed, still smiling. "Being a dad's a whole different ballgame. Best thing ever." He then looked up, his pride evident in his beaming smile.

The conversation shifted easily then, flowing between bites of delicious Italian food. They fell into a comfortable rhythm, reminiscing about the past, a shared history that felt both distant and incredibly close. Amani found herself laughing more freely than she had in years, recounting Mrs. Davidson's math class, or the time Jon accidentally set off the fire alarm during a pep rally. Josh, in turn, shared stories of football practices, and even some of the wild antics he, Jimmy and Joe, got into. It was easy, effortless, a reminder of the undeniable chemistry they'd always shared. The years melted away with each shared memory, leaving only the warmth of nostalgia.

As the plates were cleared and the remnants of their shared tiramisu sat between them, Josh leaned back, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "You know what I just remembered?" he asked, his voice soft, almost a murmur. "That time we snuck out." His eyes met hers, a familiar twinkle dancing in their depths. "Drove all the way to the beach, remember that?"

Amani felt a familiar flush creep up her neck. Of course she remembered. It was a memory etched deep, vibrant and alive, even after two decades.

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November 2002 - Pensacola, FL

The soft glow of Amani's nightlight barely pierced the darkness of her bedroom. Destiny's Child's 'Dangerously In Love' played a low, soulful hum from her CD player, filling the quiet space as she lay on her stomach, absently flipping through a fashion magazine. Her mind drifted, half-listening to Beyoncé's soaring vocals.

Tap. Tap-tap. Tap.

She furrowed her brow, listening intently. It was a consistent, rhythmic sound, not quite loud enough to be an alarm, but persistent. Tap-tap-tap. It was coming from her window. Curiosity piqued, she pushed herself up, padding silently across the carpet and peeking through a gap in her curtains.

Standing in her yard, a shadowy figure silhouetted by the distant streetlamp, was Josh. He looked up, his face illuminated by the soft moonlight, that familiar, infectious grin spreading across his features.

Amani's eyes widened. She quickly unlatched the window, pushing it open just enough to lean out. "Josh, what are you doing here?" she whispered-yelled, her voice laced with a mixture of surprise and genuine delight.

He chuckled, a low, charming sound that carried easily in the night air. "I wanted to come see you, baby." His words, so effortlessly affectionate, sent a thrill through her. She couldn't help but smile, a warmth blooming in her chest. Then he gestured with a tilt of his head. "C'mon, take a ride wit' me."

Amani's smile faltered slightly. "Josh, you know I can't. I can't leave past my curfew." Her parents were strict, and the consequences would be severe.

Josh wouldn't be deterred. He took a step closer, his eyes twinkling. "C'mon, I'll have you back before your parents even notice. Promise." His charm was a potent force, and Amani found herself wavering. She glanced back, over her shoulder, at her closed bedroom door, then back at Josh's hopeful face.

She sighed, a small sound of surrender, and nodded. "Okay," she whispered.

Amani moved quickly, pulling on a pair of sneakers she'd left by her bed. She opened the window wider, carefully hopping onto the narrow ledge. Josh was there instantly, extending his arms. She climbed down, her heart thumping with a mix of nerves and exhilaration, finally jumping down into his waiting embrace. He steadied her, his hands warm on her waist for a brief moment before he released her.

He led her over to his black 2000 Honda Accord, the sleek lines of the car barely visible in the dim light. As they settled into the worn seats, Josh glanced at her, a playful smirk on his face. "Look at'chu, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, sneaking out. Who knew you had it in you?"

Amani playfully shoved his arm. "Oh, shut up. Because if I get in trouble, I'm gonna be mad at you."

He scoffed, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. You know you can't be mad at me for long."

She rolled her eyes playfully, but a soft smile played on her lips. He was right, of course.

The drive was short, the wind whipping through the open windows as Josh navigated the familiar streets. Soon, the salty scent of the ocean filled the air, and the distant roar of waves grew louder. They pulled up to the beach, Josh parking the car facing the moonlit expanse of water. The darkness pressed in, broken only by the shimmering reflection of the moon on the waves.

Amani could feel a slight tension rolling off Josh. He was usually so carefree, so full of easy confidence. "What's wrong?" she asked softly, her playful mood shifting to concern.

Josh hesitated for a beat, his gaze fixed on the dark horizon. "It's just been... hard at home lately," he finally admitted, his voice low. "Especially with my pops being gone on the road for so long. Parents just constantly arguin'. And Mom... she's been puttin' a lot of pressure on me." He ran a hand through his hair, the usual lightheartedness gone from his face. "Just feels like a lot, y'know?"

Amani listened silently, her heart aching for him. She could see he needed to vent, to simply speak his truth without judgment. When he finally paused, a heavy silence hanging in the air, she reached over and gently squeezed his hand. "I hear you," she said, her voice soft but firm. "It's okay to feel that way. Just know that no matter what, I'm here to support you. Always."

He looked over at her, his eyes shining in the moonlight. A slow, boyish grin spread across his face, his dimple appearing. "You always know what to say," he murmured, his thumb stroking the back of her hand.

Amani leaned back in her seat, staring at him, a comfortable warmth settling between them despite the earlier tension. "Someone's got to keep your head on straight," she teased gently.

A charged silence fell, filled with unspoken emotions and the rhythmic crash of waves. Then, slowly, Josh leaned over. Amani met him halfway, their lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss that deepened with a familiar longing. The world outside the car faded, leaving only the warmth of their embrace, the taste of salt on his lips, and the intoxicating rush of young love. They kissed for a long moment, lost in the quiet intimacy of the night.

Josh finally pulled back, a breathless smile on his face. "C'mon," he whispered, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Let's go down to the water."

Amani's eyes lit up. "Bet I'll beat you there" she challenged, already fumbling with her seatbelt. She burst out of the car, sprinting towards the shimmering edge of the ocean. Josh was right behind her, his laughter echoing in the night. Just as her feet hit the cool, wet sand at the water's edge, he wrapped his arms around her waist, spinning her around once, twice, before they both stumbled into the shallow waves. They ran around, splashing each other, their laughter carried away by the wind.

Josh pulled Amani back to him, his hands still on her waist, and they stood there, chest to chest, staring into each other's eyes. The moon, a bright pearl in the dark sky, reflected in the deep pools of his gaze, pulling her in. Slowly, they both leaned in again, their lips meeting in a second, deeper kiss, wet with sea spray and charged with unspoken promises.

After a long moment, Amani reluctantly pulled away. "I should probably get back home," she whispered, the thought of her parents' wrath finally cutting through the hazy euphoria.

On the drive back, their hands were intertwined on the console, a silent, comforting connection. The air in the car was thick with a sweet melancholy, the echo of laughter and shared vulnerability. When they pulled up in front of her house, the familiar silhouette of her room on the second floor loomed.

They walked quietly back up to the spot beneath her window. Josh stood below, looking up at the ledge. "I'll see you in the morning," he said, his voice a low promise.

"Ok," Amani replied, her voice small.

He gave her one last, lingering kiss, a soft press of lips that lingered with the warmth of the night, before helping her jump up to grasp the window ledge. She pulled herself up with surprising ease, a rush of adrenaline aiding her. He watched until she was safely inside, giving him a quick, silent signal that she was good. Only then did he walk back to his car, starting the engine, and driving off into the quiet night, leaving Amani alone with the lingering scent of salt and Josh's presence.

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Amani's soft smile lingered, a ghost of the memory playing on her lips. "I remember," she murmured, her voice laced with fondness. She took a slow sip of her wine, the coolness a stark contrast to the warmth the flashback had evoked. "I also remember almost getting in trouble that night."

Josh threw his head back and laughed, a rich, booming sound that filled their secluded corner of the restaurant. "Yeah your parents were strict as hell. Yo' dad scared the hell out of me when I first met him."

She laughed lowly, agreeing with him. "Strict is putting it nicely, never thought I would get off punishment for that."

Just then, their waiter approached, gracefully placing the bill in the center of their table. Both Amani and Josh reached for it at the same time, their fingers brushing.

"Nah, I got it," Josh said immediately, his hand covering hers firmly but gently on the check.

Amani started to protest. "Josh, no, I can pay for half—"

He cut her off with a dismissive wave and that easy, confident smile. "When you wit' me, you ain't got nothin' to worry 'bout." His gaze held hers, a clear message in his eyes that this was non-negotiable.

Josh paid for the meal, and they walked out of the restaurant together, the cool Florida night air a refreshing change from the warmth inside. He walked her over to her car, leaning casually against the driver's side door.

"I had a really great time tonight," Amani said, looking up at him. The evening had flown by, a whirlwind of laughter and unexpected familiarity.

His smile was genuine, warm. "Me too. It was good catching up." He paused, his eyes searching hers in the dim light. "I'd really love to see more of you, whenever I'm not on the road."

Amani hesitated for a quick moment, the phantom weight of her secret pressing down on her. The warmth of their shared past, the easy laughter, the undeniable pull she felt towards him—all warred with the heavy burden she carried. Her internal struggle was fierce, but ultimately, the desire to reconnect, to explore this unexpected rekindling, won out. She gave a small nod. "I'd like that too."

A wide grin spread across his face, lighting up his features. He leaned in, wrapping her in a warm, solid hug. Amani melted into the embrace, taking a deep breath and inhaling his familiar scent—a mix of subtle cologne, and something uniquely him. It felt comfortable, like coming home. After a moment, he pulled back slightly, then opened her car door.

"Get home safe, ma," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I'll hit'chu up later."

Amani nodded, a small smile playing on her lips as she slipped into her car. The engine hummed to life, a familiar sound that brought her back to the present. She backed out of the parking space, giving Josh a final wave before pulling out of the lot. The drive home was a blur, her mind replaying snippets of the evening – Josh's laugh, the way he'd looked at her, the startling ease of their conversation.

It wasn't long before she was back in her quiet house. The energy of the date slowly faded, replaced by a comfortable weariness. She went through her nightly routine on autopilot, eager to just wind down and process everything. Finally, she slid into bed, the soft sheets a welcome embrace.

She unlocked her phone, her thumb automatically navigating to the group chat with Tameka and Shawna.

Mani❤️: Made it home

Almost instantly, messages flooded in.

Tammy💖: AND???? WHAT HAPPENED?!

Shay🤞🏾: DETAILS. NOW. WE NEED EVERYTHING!

Amani chuckled softly, picturing her friends' impatient faces. The thought of recounting the entire evening, the laughs, the surprising revelations, and the deeply buried fears, felt like too much for right now. She needed time to sort through it all herself.

Mani❤️: Lol relax y'all. I'll tell you everything in the morning.

She locked her phone, setting it on her nightstand. She could practically feel their collective groans through the screen as more messages started to buzz through, expressing their displeasure at having to wait. But Amani just pulled the covers higher, a sense of quiet contentment settling over her. Tonight had been... more than she expected. And for now, that was enough.

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PRESSURE

summary: she got build up pressure from her folks, her friends and her peers around her asking that million dollar question. ‘When will you get back together with Jimmy?’ It would always annoy Serenity hearing that from them when her folks knew her and Jimmy’s past. Her folks believe that they were going to get back together eventually until she found someone new hoping that she could heal those scars that Jimmy had left until that one night it changed everything.

warnings contain: explicit content, self-harming, withdrawals, depression, a lot of build up pressure, cheating, suicidal.

sooo mdni

Jimmy Uso x Serenity

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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CAST

face claim: Antonia Gentry as Serenity Cooper aka Serene

bartender

Jimmy’s ex-girlfriend (broke up with him because he cheated.)

dating Darren

best friends with Kehlani

isolates herself from her family

self harm

Instagram: serenitysdairy

iMessage - serene🤍

“I can’t do this anymore Jimmy, you’re ruining me.”

Jonathan Solofa Fatu aka Jimmy, Big Jim, Jon

professional wrestler

Serenity’s ex-boyfriend (still wants to be with her.)

toxic

possessive

jealous of serenity’s new relationship

Instagram: jonathanfatu

iMessage - J💔

“lemme’ keep ruining you until you become mine again, that fool ain’t like me Serene and you know it.”

India amarteifio as Ciara Cooper aka Cece

serenity’s older sister

actor

cool with Jey and Jimmy

single

Instagram: cecesworld

iMessage - cece💞

“It’s not my place to say sis but you and Jimmy need to work things out.”

Darren Hilton aka D

basketball player

charming

loyal

dating Serenity

Instagram: d1arren

iMessage - lova💖

“how long have you been fucking him behind my back serene?”

Joshua Samuel Fatu aka Josh or Jey

professional wrestler

married with two kids

loyal

believes that serenity and his brother will get back together

Instagram: uceyjucey

IMessage - Joshua🙄

“Serene you know he still crazy about you after you broke things off with him.”

Trinity Fatu aka Trin

professional wrestler

male centered

mess around with Jimmy a couple of times while being on the road.

single

toxic

Instagram: trinity_fatu

IMessage - Trin🍑

“Babygirl don’t be mad at me be at ya nigga, he wanted some of this and you probably wasn’t doing your job right.”

a/n: let’s hop right in shall we?

chapter one

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luuvprincess · 7 days ago

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chapter f o u r

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As they were in the elevator to go to the hotel room that was on the 15th floor, the tension could be felt in each and every nerve of both of them.

Somehow the silence was louder than if somebody would have spoken.

Through the agonizingly slow elevator ride, it finally stopped at floor 15 and Jey let India walk out first, catching the swaying movements of her hips in that dress.

If he stared long and hard enough, he could see the black thong through the mesh dress. Jey’s teeth dug into his bottom lip, hypnotized by the movement. Down the long hallway, the overhead lights cast a soft glow on the pair.

India didn’t turn around, but she just knew that he was looking. She felt it.

She stopped at the hotel room door, inserting the key card into the slot, with the light turning from red to green, and Jey opened and held the door for her as they entered.

Jey shut the door behind him, the deafening sound of him turning the lock into place. Not that he expected anyone to interrupt them.

He leaned back against the now-locked door, watching India slip her heels off and place them by the couch in the living area. Even though the curtains were open and displaying the beautiful view of the ocean, all that Jey cared about in front of him was the beautiful woman in front of him.

Then he began walking towards her figure that was back-turned to him. He moved with slow and calculated steps, and when he finally reached her, he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, with his lips meeting the side of her neck to tenderly place a kiss there.

She didn’t move nor breathe, she just stood there as her eyes fluttered close and his hands firm on her waist.

As she was enjoying his pleasure-inducing kisses on her neck and right below her earlobe, she turned around to face him, placing her arms on his shoulders.

Jey licked his lips once more before leaning down slightly, their lips meeting and sparking this new found electricity between the two.

He caught her mouth in a kiss that was deep and surprisingly slow, not wanting to delve too deep too fast with her. India’s lips were soft and warm, perfectly molding with his like she was made for him.

She tasted like sugary lip gloss, prompting Jey to keep chasing her. He tilted his head slightly to the side, deepening the kiss as his hands roamed from her waist down south to grab a handful of her ass.

She gasped into his mouth, making Jey smile and she felt his grillz against her lips.

“You like that mama?” He breathed, softly massaging her plump cheek in his hand.

India’s mouth opened in pleasure and she nodded while looking up at him. She melted into his touch, gripping his shoulders and slightly pulling him closer.

Jey pulled his face away from hers to glance at the bedroom, then he turned his attention back to India.

“Come on.” He let go of her ass and grabbed her hand in his, leading them both to the bedroom. Jey sat down on the bed, legs spread and shoulders relaxed while he took off his suit jacket to toss it over the nearby chair.

He did a slow four-finger motion for her to come closer to him, just as he’d done many times in the ring to taunt his opponent.

She complied to his request, now standing between his strong thighs, but that wasn’t close enough for Jey.

“Can I move this out the way, baby?” He asked, motioning to the bottom of her dress.

India nodded, giving him permission and she felt the brush of his fingers as he slid her dress up and over her hips, with her black lace panties now in an unobstructed view.

Then he put one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her thigh, pulling her forward to him and made her straddle his lap.

She breathed out softly and grabbed his shoulders once more, balancing herself. She felt the heat of his body through his black dress shirt. Jey looked down to where they were pressed against each other, his bulge becoming more and more prominent.

“Shit…” India moaned softly, just barely rubbing against him but in the most perfect way.

“That felt good? Keep goin’ mama.” He sexily bit his lip, watching India slowly grind onto him. He kicked his shoes off while she kept at the act, and his hands went to grip her ass tightly again.

“Fuck, India. Lemme taste you baby.” He stood up, holding her in his strong arms as he switched their positions with India now laying on the bed and Jey between her legs that were wrapped around his waist.

Their lips met again in a kiss, Jey’s lips traveling to the side of her jaw then to her still-clothed chest, placing kisses on top of the fabric.

As he did so, his hand slid down between her legs to stop at her pussy. He slowly massaged it through her panties, feeling how hot she was already.

India arched her back upwards, the euphoria she felt at the mercy of his fingers making her body react involuntarily, as another moan fell from her lips.

“Yea. Tell me how good that feel. I know it do.” His taunting, yet sexy voice just added more flames to the fire that she was already experiencing.

She could literally feel the juices slipping out of her at his actions and words.

“Sh-shit, Jey.”

“You gon’ let me eat you out?” He asked as he was already moving down her body, closer to where she really needed him. She moaned and wet her swollen lips as she gripped his hair.

“Mmm, yes please do it.” She heard Jey chuckle before he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties, his fingers rubbing against her hips, and pulling them down her legs to toss them somewhere in the room.

He placed her calves onto his shoulders as he leaned in, kissing the insides of her thighs up, up, closer to where he knew she wanted his lips.

Jey continued to place open-mouthed butterfly kisses right near her aching core, one on the crevice between her pelvis and thigh, the next on her outer lip, then finally the last one landed right on her wet folds.

The soft, velvety contact made India’s head spin, moaning out in pleasure and wanting more of that feeling. She gripped the bedsheets with tension while trying to ground herself to fully experience the pleasure that he was giving her.

Jey deeply groaned at the taste of her juices. His tongue was exploring each and every one of her folds, mixing his saliva with her.

“Oh fuck Jey.” India breathed out, never having someone go down on her and it feeling this good.

Jey removed his mouth from her core to reply back. “Pussy taste so good, baby.” He latched back onto her, his tongue flicking her sensitive clit up and down.

His warm lips then wrapped around her clit, alternating between sucking it into his mouth and using his tongue. He brought his fingers to spread her open even more, still stimulating her swollen nub, making India jump slightly.

“Oh shit, fuck! Oouu, that feels so good.”

“Mmhm. Keep talkin’ to me, mama.” Jey moved one hand to her now naked chest, signaling at some point that she pulled her dress up and over her head.

He grabbed and kneaded her breasts as he suckled and feasted on her vulnerable core. “Fuuu-oh my God Jey I’m gonna come.” She gripped his hair a bit tighter and her body tensed up at the knot that was forming in the pit of her stomach, wanting to burst so badly.

Jey sucked on her clit harder, making her orgasm go over the edge as her toes curled and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

He let her relax and come down from her high, placing gentle kisses up and down her stomach.

“How you liked that?” Jey crawled back up to hover over her lips, not giving her the chance to answer before caressing her lips with his own.

“That wa-was amazing. Damn, Jey…” India said in between gasps, still trying to catch her breath and making Jey smile down at her. He quickly replaced that smile with wetting his lips as he grabbed her waist to flip her over on her stomach.

India arched up so she was face down, ass up, prompting Jey to grab handfuls of her ass that was now on full display. He spanked one cheek and this made India jump, then giggle.

“Oh you like that shit huh? Daddy spankin’ you and shit…” He spanked her other cheek, watching the jiggle and recoil like he was being hypnotized.

The nickname made India’s stomach swirl with newfound excitement and emboldened by her desire, she fed into it.

“Yes Daddy I do like it.” She laid one side of her face onto the bed, catching a glimpse of him behind her still. He was in the midst of taking his pants and underwear off, kicking them out of the way in front of the bed.

Then she caught an eyeful of his swinging cock.

She turned her head back forward, not wanting Jey to see her expression on her face, but he saw it anyway.

He laughed, flashing his grill. “Don’t worry baby. It’s gon’ fit.”

He grabbed his dick, slowly rubbing it all across her wet pussy, coating himself in the natural lubricant, before slowly but surely leading the tip of it inside of India.

Just the tip made India freeze, feeling him stretch her walls out in the most delicious way that she never felt before. She unintentionally squeezed around it in the midst of her adjusting, making Jey groan out.

“Man, you so tight mama. Drivin’ me crazy and I ain’t even all the way in.” India reached around behind her with her right arm, pulling him closer to her and signaling that he was okay to keep going.

Jey kept slowly filling her up inch by inch, until he bottomed out, then he slowly pulled back out before thrusting back in, and they both moaned at the feeling. Every inch of both of their bodies was on fire with pleasure, like liquid heat running through their veins.

Jey was definitely a talker during sex.

As India was still on all fours, Jey’s pace had sped up and was now really digging her deep. He looked down at where they were connected, noticing the cream that was coating his tan dick.

“This pussy is mine, right?” He leaned forward to grab and pull her hair, making her back arch even more so he could get deeper.

“Shit! Yes Daddy, it’s so big.” The lewd sounds of skin smacking against each other, added to the wet sounds of their liquid desire mixing together was sure enough to get a noise complaint to any nearby neighbors.

“Unghh. Damn India, you gon’ let the whole hotel hear baby?” Jey said through heavy breaths, loving how she felt squeezing so tight around him.

He let her hair go, putting both hands back onto her waist, slowing down his thrusts on purpose so she could feel every single inch. It took her breath away and she once again reached behind her to grab his arm.

“You takin’ my dick so good baby. Lookin’ so sexy like this too.”

She brought the same hand down to rub her clit in circles, feeling another orgasm approaching and Jey noticed.

“Yea that’s right. Rub that shit for me. You gon’ come again, huh? Tell me.” He changed the angle of his hips and it hit just right against that spot that no one ever hit before.

“Oh my-fuck, Jey! Right there, right there, don’t stop please!”

He licked his lips, smirking, keeping the angle right where she wanted it. This paired with the stimulation of her clit brought her a mind-blowing, out of body, otherworldly, never-knew-was-capable-of-existing orgasm as she felt white heat throughout her body and her eyes may as well have gotten stuck in the back of her head.

Jey damn near came at how much tighter she squeezed and spasmed around him than she was doing previously, so he softly pulled out of her, watching her opening spasm open then closed as she shook with pleasure.

“Damn...” He just admired her as she rode her wave.

After it seemed like she came back down to earth, he kissed up her back before slipping it back inside of her again. He was continuously digging her out, the sheets beneath them catching every stream of wetness that dared to slowly fall on it.

Jey was trying to not come yet, too in love with the way she felt around him, but he couldn’t hold it off any longer. With each thrust, his body tensed, his core flexing and his hands grew tighter on her waist and hips.

“Fuck baby, you makin’ me come. Where you want it?”

India was feeling bold so she told him.

“I want you to come in my mouth, Daddy.”

Jey obliged and as soon as he knew he couldn’t hold it any longer, he pulled out while India turned to face him and not much sooner, she felt the warm streams of the result of his orgasm land on her lips and face.

His moans were so beautiful, a perfect mix of groans and she could’ve sworn she heard a low whimper in there somewhere.

He kept stroking himself until the blissful contractions in his dick began to simmer down. As he was still breathing heavy, he brought his finger to India’s cheek, gathering some of it up before bringing it to her lips.

It was a quiet exchange as she obeyed his silent command. He tasted good—a neutral taste but with slightly sweet accents. She could tell he ate right.

He leaned forward, placing a kiss on her forehead before heading into the bathroom. A few seconds later, he came out with a wet towel and he gently cleaned her face with it, makeup coming off and all, but India couldn’t care less.

“I got you, mama.” He lowly spoke to her.

“Thank you…” She was in awe of how caring he was

He then put the towel in the little towel pile that was on the floor by the shower, came back to the bedside to turn the light off, and then grabbed India to pull close to him as they cuddled in bed to hopefully fall asleep without someone getting too excited again for round two.

A/N: india don't get too comfortable...

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chapter t w o

The next morning came quicker than usual, and it felt like India slept for 5 seconds. Or maybe it just felt that way because India stayed up for an hour before actually closing her eyes to catch some sleep.

The way he just gave her his number, leaving the ball in her court. That had never happened with other guys before. Usually, they are begging to get her number, with countless repeated texts of “Wyd?” and every other acronym in the urban dictionary book instead of typing out full sentences.

As she just lay in bed, still having sleep in her eyes, she slowly reaches her arm out to tap for her phone that was charging. She sees texts from her sister on how she didn’t call her back yesterday and she instantly palmed her head.

India texts her sister back that she forgot, but she didn’t want to necessarily tell her sister why she forgot to call her back.

She swipes to the page on her phone that had all of the social media apps and quickly found Instagram. Among the lineup of stories that were posted by people she followed, Jey’s was the first circle. Her thumb hovered over it in hesitation before she finally pressed on it and her eyes were met with a sight.

And what a sight it was.

It was something about him in that Hell Star shirt and how it sat on his broad shoulders. His arms that extended beyond the short sleeves, adorned with tribal tattoos. And the gold chain and earrings?

Oh India was sat.

She found herself with a smile creeping onto her face, and she rolled her eyes at her reaction.

She tapped the right side of the screen to see what other pictures he posted on his story. This one picture was just a flick of his sneakers, and it looked like he was on his way somewhere.

India would be lying if she said that she didn't do more of her research on him last night before she finally let herself fall asleep. She fell into a rabbit hole of countless interviews of him.

That boyish charm he had was deadly.

There was just something more magnetic about him outside of the ring. He was more playful as he laughed in the middle of his sentences, cracking jokes.

He definitely could make everyone laugh with that goofy side of him.

She quickly grew to like and favorite when he wore all black in his entrances. It was like he was cold and confident. She found herself rewinding the entrance videos just to see him first walk out with that scowl he would sometimes have on his face.

He was like sin wrapped in muscle, tattoos, and gold.

India also noticed he had this way of talking with his hands, always flashing his grillz every time he laughed or smiled.

Overwhelmed with her thoughts about this fine ass wrestler, she chewed on her lip, looking at the number he gave to her just the previous night. She copied it before swiping out of Instagram to go to iMessage, pasting it into the box.

She would type out something, stare at it, then delete the message.

“I gotta call my sister.” She said out loud to herself. Ivy picked up within the first 3 rings.

“Good morning sleepyhead.” Ivy greeted.

“Hey girly. Okay so, what do you say to a guy when it’s yall’s first time texting? Well not the first first time but like the first time on iMessage.” India asks, biting on her French tip acrylics.

“Umm just be like ‘Hey this is India from da da da da da da’.”

“Mm, okay.” She kept her sister on the line while she typed out the text message, reading it like three more times, and then pressing the blue arrow to send it.

Her heart jumped when it said ‘Delivered’.

Then seconds later, it said ‘Read’.

“Oouu shit…”

“What ho?!” Ivy inquired, wanting to know the tea of what was happening.

“He read it!” India covered her mouth with her hand.

“Girl that’s what he supposed to do.” Ivy responded back.

Jey: Indiaaaa👀

Jey: I was wondering when you was gon’ text me.

Jey: Good lookin’ out though, I’m glad you did. How you doin’ mama?

India: i’m doing good. and yea i just didn’t wanna bother you

Jey: Nah, you could never bother me

“You real silent over there, it must be going good.” India forgot that her sister was still on the phone.

“Uhh, yea. Oh my God girl he is so fine.”

“He must be…what’s his name?” Ivy had no clue that it could have possibly been Jey Uso and that he gave her sister his number and now they were talking.

She was hesitating on telling her sister and in the midst of her thinking of whether she should say it or not, there was an incoming phone call coming from that same number.

“Oh girl lemme call you back.”

“Wait wh-”

India hung up before her sister could even get her question out. She just gazed at the number that was calling her, knowing she had to make a decision to either answer it before it stopped ringing.

She pressed the green call button and put the phone on speaker before speaking first.

“H-hello?”

“India.” His raspy, rough voice just simply said her name. In a quiet reaction, she stuck out her tongue, placing it over her top row of teeth.

“Yea, this is me. Jey?” She quickly muted herself after responding in case her silent scream accidentally broke the sound barrier.

“Yeah.” That one word was laced with his signature drawl that made her legs shift together underneath the comforter of her bed.

India unmuted the phone, trying to keep her cool and not act so desperate.

“I really wasn’t expecting you to call me.” She calmly spoke into the phone, twirling the free strands of her hair that slipped out of her pink bonnet.

“I know. Caught you off guard huh?” She could practically just hear his smirk through his words.

“You did.” She brought a soothing hand to her neck, rubbing it to try to calm her nerves. How was she this nervous just talking on the phone?

It was quiet for a moment, but not an awkward kind of quiet. It was like both of them were waiting on the other to say something.

“You shy or somethin’?” Jey finally said, his voice was teasing. This made India bite her lip and throw her head back, looking up at the ceiling.

“No, I’m not usually shy.” She set the phone down in front of her on the bed, taking her bonnet off and taking down the braid she put in her hair the night before, in an attempt to calm her nerves.

“Oh so it’s ‘cause of me? I like that. But you don’t gotta be shy with me, mama. Ion bite—I mean, unless you into that.”

India immediately muted herself as she grabbed a pillow and smothered her face with it and screamed into it. She then quickly unmute herself to respond back to the flirtatious statement.

“Mr. Uso you are very bold.” Her cheeks were burning with excitement and she had the biggest smile on her face, smiling like an idiot.

“Nah, just honest.” There was a pause.

“So what I gotta do to get you down in Florida? I would love to take you out to dinner.”

“Mmm I don’t know. It’s whatever you wanna do.” She was tracing the edges of her phone case with her thumb as she said it.

“I’ll get you a plane ticket and a hotel room. Just lemme know.”

India folded her lips into her mouth as her eyes widened in slight shock. She didn’t expect him to be so forward, but now she knows.

“For what day though? I know you be busy with your wrestling and everything.”

“Don’t worry about me mama. I wanna see you tomorrow after the show, and Saturday.” She could hear the clinking of his chains as he presumably was moving around wherever he was at.

“…Okay.” India agreed. And in all honesty, her rose toy was not doing it for her as of late. Maybe she needs this to get some more motivation in her life.

“Forreal? Okay beautiful. Imma send you the details later.”

“Okay that’s fine. Bye, Jey..” She shyly said as she rested her hand on her chest, feeling her heart beating so fast from the interaction.

“Bye India.” He drew out her name across his tongue like slow-dripping honey, making chills go up and down her spine and the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

She was the first to hang up the call, but didn’t think anything of it. On the other end, Jey was secretly hoping she had more to say but he understood that she just could’ve been nervous, talking to him for the first time over the phone and all.

“Bitch what the hell am I doing…Fuck it, he so fine.” India never was the type to actually go through with some guy flying her out, but he was just too damn fine for her to pass up. It felt like she was in high school again and had a crush on the football player who got all the girls.

Her day again consisted of posting and reposting stories and product reviews. She decided to go to her apartment’s gym downstairs since she didn’t workout for the last two days. She put on a cute little blue two piece sports bra and leggings, pulling her hair out of her face before she grabbed her water bottle and left.

After spending an hour in the gym and having a really good workout, she came back up to her apartment and immediately hopped in the shower.

While she was in the shower, all she could think about was Jey. There was no way she was this down bad, usually she thugs her feelings out and boils it all down to a schoolgirl crush, but this felt different.

But she promised herself she would not get into another relationship because her ex treated her so bad.

As she was in the midst of applying shea butter lotion to her freshly shaved skin, she heard her phone ding with a text message and she froze, thinking—and hoping—it may have been Jey.

(Un)fortunately, it was just Ivy.

Ivy: Ho was you texting Jey Uso.

India’s mouth opened like she just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar after her mom told her not to eat any.

Then she got an incoming FaceTime from Ivy. “Jey Uso?!!” was her sister’s immediate greeting.

“Wait okay let me explain-”

“Nah nah nah. Oouuu he finna TAP THATTT.”

“Ivy shut up! I’m not that easy.” India rolled her eyes.

“Well…”

India shot a look at her sister.

“I’m just playin’ I’m just playin’. Okay well are ya’ll gonna meet up? Also girl tell me why Mikey told me he related to the Rock and ‘nem.”

“What?”

“Well, not really ‘related’. Mikey broke down the whole family tree for me. Sum’ about how they’re ‘black people cousins’, you know?”

“Ohhh. Makes sense.”

“Well, do you wanna hop on a flight with me and Mikey so you can go see your man?” Ivy shook her shoulders teasingly.

“Nooo. He’s actually um…flyingmeout.” She quickly said the last part and covered her mouth, yet Ivy understood every word.

“Oh you’re getting cracked. I know y’all been talking, what’s he like?”

India started on her skincare, ripping open a face mask package and carefully pulling it out to separate it before gently placing it on her skin.

“He’s cool…”

“Oh girl he is not just cool. Unt unt. I mean from what I’ve seen, he got a certain swag about him. He finna talk you clean up outta them drawls, Lord help my baby sister.”

“IVY!”

The rest of their phone call consisted of Ivy teasing her sister about Jey and India being even more geeked out about just the last 24 hours and for whatever tomorrow, the next day, and even the far future holds.

A/N: yall. why was i acting just like india when i was writing this? our girl is down BAD but it's okay because so are we.

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It was a Wednesday. Not that it mattered. Ever since India started being a social media influencer full time, the days just seemed to blur together.

Every morning, her manager and close friend, Karli, would send her a checklist of tasks that she needed to complete for the day. Whether it was streaming on Twitch, posting flicks for insta, or doing ad promos.

Ever since she started streaming on Twitch, her following had boosted in just a couple of days. She grew to really like it, and loved talking to all the people who supported her.

Even though most people thought she was a beautiful girl, she was single. She hadn’t been in a relationship for years, having got her heart broken bad.

She swore she would never let that happen again.

So, most of her interactions with men have been a meaningless DM, her texting them back, and the conversation going nowhere.

And India has talked to every type of man imaginable, from pro basketball/football players to even doctors and lawyers. But none of them actually drew her in enough.

So here she was, on FaceTime with her sister, Ivy, while she went through her notifications on Instagram, responding back to sweet comments and reposting people’s stories if they took pics with her when they met her.

“Mhm, girl. Mikey talkin’ bout he wanna go see them people wrestle this weekend in Florida.” Her sister’s son, her cute little nephew, was obsessed with wrestling and was always asking to go to a show.

“Aww, Ivy take my nephew so he can be happy!” India laughed and went back to the FaceTime camera so she wouldn’t be on pause on her sister’s end.

Ivy rolled her eyes and kept snacking on some chocolate-covered strawberries while she contemplated taking her son, looking mindlessly out the window.

“You think the tickets are expensive? Girl Imma be lost at the show. I don’t know no wrestlers.” Ivy asked before grabbing her laptop that was out of the frame and looking up the prices of the tickets.

“It’s probably like a concert, the closer you sit, the more expensive it’s gon’ be.” India reasoned. “And girl, you know at least one! Ain’t The Rock a wrestler?”

In the background of her sister’s camera frame, she saw her nephew walk closer to the phone. “Hi Auntie Indie!” He smiled and waved at the camera.

“Hi my bookie butt! I miss you!” India blew him a kiss through the phone.

“I miss you too…Are you gonna go with us to go see my favorite wrestler??” He put his little hands together like he was praying she would say yes.

India pouted at her nephew, she almost folded and said yes. “I don’t know Mikey, if it’s in Florida, I don’t think I can make it…”

Mikey’s shoulders dropped dramatically. “Aww, okay.”

“Mikey where you wanna sit at?” Ivy asked her son, pointing at her laptop screen with all the seat options. Ivy grabbed her phone and flipped the camera to show India as well.

“Girl! $800 to sit right by the ring?!” India just laughed at her sister’s reaction. She always was on the cheap side.

But $800 was a bit crazy though.

“But mom!! We’ll be really close. Please, please?” Mikey was jumping up and down, his curls flying in his face.

Ivy shook her head and grabbed her purse that had her wallet in it, and Mikey knew that was a yes.

“Yay! Thank you mommy! I love you!” He hugged Ivy and smothered her face in kisses, making her laugh and India smile adoringly.

Sometimes India wished that she had a little angel baby of her own to take care of, but the thought never lingered in her mind for too long.

By the sound of another happy scream from her nephew, she assumed that Ivy had secured two tickets for the upcoming show in Florida.

“Okay Mikey, now mommy has to get us a hotel and a flight. Go brush your teeth because we got errands to run after.”

“Okay! Bye Auntie Indie. We get to see Jey Uso!” Mikey kissed the camera before he ran away happily to his room.

India took a sip of her iced coffee that she had fixed earlier. “Jey Uso? That’s his favorite wrestler?”

“Girl yes. I can never remember his name. All I know is Mikey love doin’ that damn dance he does when he come out.” Ivy mimicked it, making India almost spit out her coffee.

“No way that’s what he does.” India asked.

“Look it up then.”

India did indeed look him up on Google and boom, there he was. The most recent pictures were of him in a wife beater, chains on, belt on, with his grillz and shades on. She saw his tatted up arms and instantly thought he was fine.

“Oouu Ivy, this guy is foineee.” She spoke out, still scrolling and looking at more pictures of the wrestler. She sees the link to his Instagram and clicks on it, thinking there would be better pictures of him on there.

As her phone switched to his account on Instagram, her eyes immediately snapped to that blue button that said “Follow Back”. Her eyes bulged a little.

She saw that he had 2 million followers but he only followed a handful of people, probably his family and friends.

“Ivy. Tell me why this nigga follows me on Insta.” She tells her sister, still scrolling through his page. It was mostly just promos for WWE, ads, and workout videos.

“Who?”

“This Jey guy!”

Ivy’s facial expression changed to surprise then playful dread. “Oh girl, don’t let Mikey hear. Then he gon’ be hounding you like he do to me.”

“Shut uppp. No but forreal, that’s crazy. Should I follow him back?” India’s thumb hovered over the blue button.

“Hell yea girl, that’s cool. It’s just a follow, no harm done.” Ivy convinced her sister to click that button.

“Okay Miss A-lister. I gotta go run some errands with Mikey. Call me tonight?” India clicked back on the camera just in time to see Ivy gathering her purse and wallet so they could be out the door soon.

“You so funny. And yes, we’ll talk later. Love you sissy.”

“Love you more.”

Not soon after, India received a text from Karli with a last-minute ad that a brand wanted her to do. It was a company that made stylish eyeglass frames. Karli basically told her that she would be getting a package today with different cute eyeglass frames and she just had to make a TikTok trying them on and reviewing them. All she had to do was post on TikTok and Instagram Stories.

She remembered that she never posted her flicks she took the other night when she was just chilling in bed.

After staring at the pictures for too long, she quickly pressed 'Post' before she changed her mind, and the likes and comments quickly began coming in within seconds.

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indialove late night flicks...

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ft.gioo ho ur perfect😍

scamlikelybabyy india somebody needa wife u up

uceyjucey Damn mama. So beautiful.

thottiewottie ik damn well jey uso ain't in my girl comments

wwe.guy45 REF DO SOMETHINGGG

She always put her phone on do not disturb after making a post just because she hated watching the comments happen in real time for some reason.

She went about her day, keeping an eye and an ear out for her package that was supposed to be delivered today. It was eventually delivered, and she was really excited to try on the glasses. She took her hair down from the claw clip it was in and ran a brush through it to look presentable before recording the review and posting it on Insta and TikTok.

Not feeling like getting out in the city and driving today, she decided to UberEats her order for dinner from In-N-Out, a double-double meal with a strawberry shake.

It was 7:09 p.m. when the delivery girl knocked on her door after taking the confirmation picture. India quickly thanked her, locking her door back so she could dig in to the food.

"Oh thank God it's still warm." She said to herself as she took the contents out of the seal proof bag. She always drank the shake first before actually eating the food, which her sister always thought was weird.

She decided that she wanted to watch her show while she ate, How to Get Away with Murder. She had just started watching it last week and was already on season 3.

While the show was on a commercial break, India decided to check on her post she made earlier. She had gotten more likes in the time frame from when she first posted it to now. Now, the post had 101K likes and 1,209 comments.

All her social media friends commented and supported as usual. She loved reading the comments, the good and bad honestly.

"Somebody said I know damn well Jey Uso ain't in my girl com-" She gasped, putting the french fry that was on its way to her mouth down.

"You're lying." She said out loud to herself, scrolling fast and trying to find his so-called comment.

And there it was.

uceyjucey Damn mama. So beautiful.

She tapped on his username and it damn sure was him.

She gazed at her phone screen for a second, not sure how to react. She found that he commented that 8 hours ago which was around the time she first made the post.

"Oh my Goddd. This nigga liked it right when I posted it..."

As she was sitting in her bed, still thinking about the whole situation, she gets a DM notification from him.

[uceyjucey]: Anybody ever spoiled you the right way mama?

India took her glasses off and brought the phone closer to her face, as if she was hallucinating. Ain't no way in hell this fine ass wrestler was talking to her right now.

She decided to respond back after a few minutes, trying to be cool about it.

[indialove]: that depends. what is the right way?

Her message said 'Seen' instantly and those three little dots appeared on the screen.

[uceyjucey]: I'm tryna wine and dine you. You deserve it.

This made India smack her teeth. Even though she was popular on social media, she had only ever went on dates with her now ex-boyfriend and he always pitched a fit whenever she suggested that they go somewhere nice. In reality, she was actually very curious what it would be like to eat in a fancy restaurant with someone.

[uceyjucey]: You gonna be in Florida this week?

Another message came through from him.

Not even thinking about how fast she was responding to him, she texted back.

[indialove]: no i won't

A lot more time went by after he saw her message. She thought that would be the end of the conversation since they clearly weren't in the same area.

[uceyjucey]: We gon' talk more tomorrow mama. Here's my number. Goodnight pretty

India sat up in her bed in shock. No way this man just-

She didn't wanna admit it but this interaction had her geeked. The more she looked at pictures and videos of him in the ring or giving interviews, the more attractive he was to her.

It was something about him, and she was finna find out what it was whether she liked it or not.

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luuvprincess · 16 days ago

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PAULLL!!!

ALL THAT SHIT FOR HIM TO LOSE IT LIKE THAT!!!

#jey uso #luuvprincess #wwe jey uso #main event jey uso

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luuvprincess · 16 days ago

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FACTS CUZ WTF WAS THAT PAUL 🤨🤨🤨

Triple Nose can kiss my ass.

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luuvprincess · 16 days ago

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#jey uso #wwe jey uso #jey #main event jey uso #luuvprincess

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luuvprincess · 16 days ago

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But… ik something if he does lose tonight.

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luuvprincess · 16 days ago

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Ch.12

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The bass thumped faintly through Evren's room as she moved around her bedroom, a glass of wine in hand, already halfway to unwinding from the long week. On her phone, propped up against her vanity mirror, Zahria, Bianca, and Jade's faces beamed back at her from a lively FaceTime call.

"Girl, you still got that little black number from your birthday?" Jade asked, her eyes narrowed in assessment. "That one always gets 'em."

Evren pulled out a sleek, form-fitting black dress from her closet, holding it up against herself. "This one? "

"Yesss!" Bianca cheered. "That's the one! You look good as fuck in it."

Evren chuckled, setting the phone down so she could wriggle into the dress. It slid on like a second skin, hugging her curves perfectly. "It's just dinner," she reminded them, though a thrill of genuine anticipation was buzzing through her. "I like Damien. He been really nice. "

Zahria, however, leaned closer to the screen, her brow furrowing slightly. "You really wanna go on this date, Ren?" she asked, her voice softer, tinged with a hint of worry. "What about Josh? You two got a strong connection. "

Evren sighed, a flicker of irritation crossing her face before she brushed it off. "Zahria, you know how it is with Josh right now. I can't put my life on hold. This is just dinner. And like I said, Damien has been nice "

"Ok he's been nice," Zahria conceded, though her expression remained thoughtful. "But something just feels off about him "

"He sent flowers earlier," Evren confessed, picking up the bouquet of white roses that sat on her dresser, showing them in the camera. "Just a little something. "

"Ooh, a true gentleman!" Bianca swooned. "He layin' the charm on thick "

As Evren finished her makeup, adding a touch of bold dark red lipstick, her friends continued to offer excited chatter and playful advice, though Zahria's watchful gaze seemed to linger. For the first time in a long time, the usual heavy cloud of worry that had followed her seemed to dissipate, replaced by a lightness she hadn't realized she was missing. She was ready for this. Ready to step out, to be seen, to simply enjoy herself.

A polite knock sounded at her door. "He's here" Evren announced, grabbing her small clutch. "Y'all have my location"

"Have fun, girl!" "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" "Be safe, text when you get home" her friends chorused as she ended the call.

Evren took a deep breath, smoothing down her dress one last time. When she opened the door, Damien stood there, looking sharp in a tailored suit, a warm smile on his face. He looked her up and down, his head nodding slightly in approval, "Ready, mami?" he asked, extending a hand.

"Ready," she replied, a genuine smile reaching her eyes. As they walked towards his sleek black SUV, the city lights beginning to twinkle, Evren felt a sense of carefree anticipation.

The soft glow of the chandelier caught the subtle shimmer of Evren's black dress as she settled into the plush velvet seat at The Ambrosia. It was everything she'd heard it was – elegant, sophisticated, and a welcome escape from the sterile scent of antiseptic and stale coffee that usually clung to her. Across the polished mahogany table, Damien's smile was as smooth as the jazz playing softly in the background.

Evren picked up the leather-bound menu, scanning the appetizers. A few moments later, she felt his gaze on her. She looked up, finding Damien openly staring, a soft, admiring expression on his face. A playful smirk touched her lips. "Why you staring?"

He blinked, a small, charming laugh escaping him. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice a warm, appreciative murmur. "You just look beautiful tonight."

A faint blush spread across Evren's cheeks. "Thank you," she replied, genuinely flattered. The rhythm of the date was easy, flowing. Damien was attentive, engaging, and genuinely funny. He spoke about his life growing up with an easy confidence, and listened intently when she shared stories from the hospital, asking insightful questions about her nursing career.

"So, what do you do when you're not charming women at fancy restaurants?" Evren asked, leaning forward slightly, genuinely curious.

Damien chuckled, taking a sip of his wine. "I'm an entrepreneur," he said, his answer smooth but noticeably lacking in specifics. "A lot of different ventures. Real estate development, among... other things." He offered a charming, almost dismissive shrug, as if the details weren't worth getting into. Evren felt a flicker of curiosity, a slight pull to ask more, but she didn't push. She let it go, caught up in the pleasant distraction of the night.

As the evening progressed, filled with exquisite food and lighthearted conversation, Evren found herself relaxing more and more. There were moments, fleeting blips, when his phone, resting discreetly beside his bread plate, vibrated with a text or a call. He'd glance at it, a quick, almost imperceptible flicker in his eyes, before dismissing it with a casual wave. "Just work," he'd say with a charming smile, and Evren, caught up in the pleasant distraction of the night, didn't press. Why would she? This was exactly what she needed – a night to forget, to simply enjoy. And Damien was making it incredibly easy.

The rest of the date with Damien was as smooth and charming as the rest of the evening. He insisted on walking her to her front door, the city lights twinkling behind him, a perfect backdrop to his lingering smile.

"I had a really wonderful time tonight, mami," he said, his voice a warm, genuine murmur.

"I had a great time too, thank you," Evren replied, a genuine smile on her face.

He leaned in slightly, his gaze intense. "I'd love to do it again, soon."

"I'd like that," she agreed, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through her. After a soft, lingering goodbye, Evren stepped inside, the pleasant buzz of the evening still humming within her.

Meanwhile, Damien walked back to his sleek, dark SUV, the charming smile dropping from his face the moment the door clicked shut. His expression hardened, becoming cold and calculating. He slid into the driver's seat, pulling out his phone. The screen lit up with several missed calls and unread messages from a contact simply labeled Boss.

He quickly dialed the number, his thumb pressing send. "Yeah, it's me. Just dropped her off." His voice was no longer smooth and playful; it was terse, efficient, tinged with an edge of something predatory. "Everything went as planned. No issues. She was too easy she ain't expect a thing " A short, humorless chuckle escaped him. "Yeah, I'm sure of it. What's the next move? " He listened for a moment, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across his face. "Understood. Consider it handled. "

He hung up, tossing the phone onto the passenger seat. As he pulled away from the curb, merging into the late-night traffic of Atlanta, his true intentions were clear. The gentlemanly demeanor, the charming compliments, the expensive dinner – it had all been a carefully orchestrated performance.

The following afternoon, back in the familiar, bustling environment of the hospital, Evren found herself in Mrs. McMahon's office. The air was charged with a sense of purpose.

"Evren, thank you for coming in," Mrs. McMahon began, her expression serious but with a hint of satisfaction. "I wanted to give you an update personally on the Dr. Rhodes investigation. It's moving along swiftly. As of this morning, Dr. Rhodes has been suspended indefinitely, pending the full investigation and a formal hearing."

A wave of relief washed over Evren. She'd been living with the anxiety of this for weeks. "Thank you, Mrs. McMahon. That's means a lot to me. "

"It's the first step towards ensuring this never happens again," Mrs. McMahon replied, her gaze firm. "A hearing will be scheduled soon, and your testimony will be crucial. But for now, you can breathe a little easier knowing he won't be on the hospital floor."

Later that evening, after her shift, Evren met up with Zahria, Bianca, and Jade at their favorite lounge. The low lights and soft music were a welcome change from the harsh hospital glow.

"So, spill," Bianca prompted, a mischievous grin on her face as Evren took a sip of her cocktail. "How was the date with Damien?"

Evren smiled, feeling genuinely light. "It was good, really good actually. He was charming, attentive, and the restaurant was amazing. It was fun. "

"See? I told you!" Jade cheered, raising her glass. "A girl deserves a good time. "

Zahria, ever the one to cut to the chase, leaned forward, her expression thoughtful. "Okay, so it was nice. But what does that mean for you and Josh? "

Evren sighed, a familiar conflict bubbling to the surface. "Honestly? I don't know." She picked at the rim of her glass. "Damien's a sweetheart, he really is. And he's attentive, a gentleman, and fine as hell. But the connection not the same, you know?" She paused, choosing her words carefully. "There's just something about Josh. Our felt real. He understands me without words sometimes, and even when he's being infuriating, he has that sense of loyalty that I haven't had with anyone else before. "

"You miss him," Zahria stated simply, her voice soft.

"Yeah," Evren admitted, the word a quiet confession. "I do. Parts of him. It's just difficult with him being locked up, you know? I can't just put my life on hold. I have to live my life." Her voice hardened, feeling a mix of emotions.

"You're right," Zahria agreed, sensing Evren's resolve. "You gotta do what's best for you."

Evren nodded, feeling the quiet defiance solidify in her. She was independent, and for now, that's how it would remain.

Days bled into a tense, uneasy rhythm. Jimmy's mind was a constant swirl of making sure everything was running smooth. Handling all the background work.

One afternoon, the oppressive summer heat, seemed to cling to the hideout. Dust danced in the sparse shafts of sunlight piercing the grimy windows of Jimmy's office. Papers, maps, and coded spreadsheets laid scattered across the battered desk. He was deep in thought, reviewing recent intel, when the door creaked open.

It was Tama Tonga, a veteran member of their crew, known for his meticulous information gathering. He held a thick file, his expression serious. "Uce, got some new info on that crew causin' problems in the east," he said, his voice hushed.

Jimmy nodded, taking the file. "Alright, lay it on me. What’chu got?"

"They've been hittin' our suppliers, trying to muscle in on our territory," Tama explained, his finger tracing a section of a map. "Small stuff, but they're getting bold. And they're not just hitting product, they're talking to our contacts, trying to flip them."

Jimmy slammed a fist lightly on the desk. "Trying to steal our bread, huh? Who are these mothafuckas'? What do we know about running it?"

"That's what we're still digging into," Tama admitted, flipping through some pages. "They're careful. New faces popping up, but no clear hierarchy established yet. Seems like they're testing the waters, seeing how much they can get away with before we have push back hard."

"They're pushing too hard already," Jimmy growled. "We need to identify every last one of them. Find out who's pulling the strings. Hit them where it hurts. Don't let them get comfortable."

Tama nodded. "On it, uce. We've got eyes and ears out there."

Jimmy stared at the documents, taking in the details, a sense of unease settling over him. He filed the information away, focused on the bigger picture of the rival group and how to counter their intrusion.

In the grim, monotonous rhythm of the Georgia Department of Correction, Jey forced himself to compartmentalize everything. Thinking bout Evren and her defiant attitude – it all churned beneath the surface, a constant, bitter ache. But he pushed it down, burying it under a single, overriding objective: the appeal. Everything else was a distraction he couldn't afford.

The first court date was looming, a tangible marker on his endless calendar of incarceration. It was a lifeline, a chance to get back to his life, to his family, to everything he was missing. Losing his temper, lashing out – that would only jeopardize the small window of opportunity Kayla had fought so hard to secure.

Kayla arrived for their meeting with her usual air of composed professionalism. She slid a stack of legal documents across the worn table in the visitation room, her eyes sharp and assessing.

"Morning, Josh," she began, her voice crisp. "We need to go over the strategy for the preliminary hearing next week. This isn't the full trial, but it's crucial. The judge will be reviewing the evidence, and we need to present a change in your character. Any more incidents like the one with Bron, and you're jeopardizing everything we've built."

Jey nodded, his gaze steady. "I got it, Kay. I'm doin' what I need to do. Stayin' out of trouble." He meant it. He had to. He couldn't risk his freedom for a moment of anger, no matter how justified it felt.

Kayla studied him for a moment, a faint, almost imperceptible nod of approval. "Good. We'll be focusing on the self-defense aspect, reiterating that this was an unprovoked attack and you merely reacted. We have the incident reports skewed in our favor, and the DA is on board with keeping this separate from your federal case. But your demeanor, your composure – it all matters. You need to be the picture of a man who made a mistake but is remorseful and ready to move forward."

Jey listened intently, absorbing every word. His mind, usually consumed by the daily grind of prison life and the simmering resentment, was now solely focused on the intricate dance of legal strategy. Everything that's been going on with Evren, became secondary. His freedom being the primary focus.

Jey was walking the yard, lost in his thoughts, when a guard's voice cut through the dull murmur of inmate chatter. "Fatu! You got a visit"

Jey's brow furrowed. Kayla usually scheduled his visits, and he wasn't expecting anyone else that day. He walked towards the visitation area, a flicker of unease stirring within him. He was led to a private room, the kind reserved for more serious or high-profile visitors.

He pushed open the door and stepped inside. Standing by the small, reinforced window, bathed in the sparse light, was a figure that commanded immediate attention. Tall, broad-shouldered, with an aura of undeniable power and authority, it was Joe, better known as the Tribal Chief, the leader of their bloodline.

Jey's face remained neutral, but a wave of surprise, quickly followed by a familiar, almost automatic deference, washed over him. He hadn't seen Joe in months, not since before his incarceration, and certainly not for a casual prison visit. This wasn't a social call.

"Big uce," Jey greeted, a slight nod of acknowledgment.

Joe turned, his eyes, dark and unwavering, locking onto Jey. There was no warmth in his gaze, only a piercing intensity. "Jey," he rumbled, his voice deep and resonant. "Take a seat, we need to talk." He nodded towards the small table, both sitting down.

Jey waited, having a feeling he knew what Joe was referring to. "Jimmy called me," Joe stated plainly, his gaze unblinking. "Said you got yourself a friend on the outside." his voice stern, no hint of amusement. "Evren is it?"

"Something like that," Jey's jaw tightened, a familiar rush of defensiveness rising. He swallowed down the retort. "what does she got to do with anything?"

"Heard she's been a distraction," Joe crossed his arms over his chest, his voice calm but laced with an undeniable steel. "Letting it make you soft? My right hand man, getting into fights over words, beating up doctors for her. Losing his head over a woman on the outside... it's a weakness."

"She ain't making me soft" Jey retorted, the words escaping him before he could truly filter them. "I'm focused, doing what I need to do to get out this bitch. She ain't got nothing to do with me being soft."

Joe's gaze remained unyielding. "You think not? Your temper. Your focus. Everything connected to her is making you volatile. We need you sharp, Jey. When you get out, your head needs to be clear, completely. Distractions like this, they break focus. They make us vulnerable." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. "Get your head together, Jey. For yourself. For the family."

With that, Joe turned, walking towards the door. He didn't wait for a reply, didn't offer a farewell. The message was delivered, stark and uncompromising. Jey watched him go, the heavy silence of the room pressing in around him. He scoffed, a mixture of frustration and defiance bubbling up. Soft? Joe didn't understand. But the Tribal Chief's words, sharp and cutting, had struck a nerve, leaving Jey wrestling with a fresh wave of internal conflict.

Was his focus off? Was he letting his feelings - though he hasn't admitted them - affect his decisions? These were questions he was asking himself.

The air in the Bloodline warehouse was thick with anticipation. Joe, the Tribal Chief, stood at the head of the long conference table, his presence commanding silence. Jimmy sat to his right, a tightness set to his jaw, while Solo, Tama, and a handful of other trusted Bloodline members filled the room. This wasn't a social gathering; this was business.

"The intel on this new crew in the east is solid," Joe began, his voice a low rumble that carried undisputed authority. "They been trying to wedge in, trying to reel our people in. That ain't gonna happen on our watch." He glanced at Tama. "Tama, you've been on the ground. What you got?"

Tama stepped forward, unrolling a crude map on the table. "They hittin' our distribution lines here," he pointed to a section marked with a red X. "And there's been whispers they've been recruitin' from the streets and work out of this old buildin'." His finger moved to another spot. "Just small operatives, but they been gettin' bold. We need to send a message."

Joe's eyes, as dark and unyielding as granite, swept over the faces in the room. "A message, indeed. We need to know who's pulling their strings. Solo," he fixed his gaze on him, "you and Tama. Go to that building. Take the others with you. Find one of their men. Bring him back."

A cold, determined glint entered Solo's eyes. "Consider it done, Chief." His voice was a low growl.

Later that night, the humid air hung heavy and still. Solo, along with Tama and two other silent, large figures, moved like shadows through the derelict industrial district. The building, a huge skeleton of broken wood and boarded up windows, loomed ahead, its silence unnerving. They staked out the perimeter, their eyes scanning every dark corner, every flicker of movement.

Seemed like hours crawled by, the only sounds the distant hum of the city and their own quiet breaths. Then, a figure emerged from the deeper shadows of the building, lean and jittery, scanning the street nervously as he clutched a small duffel bag.

"Got one," Solo whispered, giving a hand signal.

In a swift, coordinated strike, they converged. He ain't stand a chance. One moment he was walking, the next, a hand clamped over his mouth, another twisting his arm behind his back, and he was dragged into the suffocating darkness of an alley. He struggled, a muffled cry escaping him, but Solo's grip was like iron. They roughed him up just enough to make a point, a few sharp blows to the ribs and a swift kick to the knee, before he was hauled into the waiting, unmarked van. His duffel bag was tossed in after him, its contents spilling slightly to reveal wads of cash and small, pre-packaged baggies filled with a familiar substance.

Back at the Bloodline's secluded hideout, located deep within the urban sprawl on the outskirts of the city, the guy was tied to a chair in a dimly lit, damp room. Fear etched his face, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Solo stood over him, a silent, menacing presence, while Tama casually twirled a wrench in his hand, the metallic glint reflecting the single bare bulb above.

"Who you workin' for?" Solo's voice was low, flat, devoid of emotion.

The young man just shook his head, his eyes wide with terror. "I don't know shit! C'mon man, let me out of here!"

Solo let out a low, humorless chuckle, stepping closer. His shadow loomed over the trembling man. "You don't know shit?" He nodded slowly, then gave a subtle nod to Tama. The clang of the wrench against the metal chair echoed in the room, followed by a grunt of pain as Tama delivered a sharp, deliberate blow to the man's kneecap. The man screamed, a raw, desperate sound.

"You really expect me to fuckin' believe that?" Solo stated, his voice still calm, almost deceptively so. "Who the fuck in charge?!" The man just cried out in pain, still not talking. Solo leaned in, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You ain't heard bout what happens when you cross the Chief? We ain't playin' no games. Start talkin' or this ain't gonna be the worst of it."

The interrogation continued, a brutal dance of pain and information extraction. Every denial was met with another carefully calculated blow, a new level of agony. Eventually, broken and whimpering, the man gave in.

"Archer... They call h-him Archer of Infamy!" he choked out, tears and sweat streaking his face. "That's all I know, I swear!"

Solo reported back to Joe and Jimmy in the main meeting room. The Tribal Chief listened, his expression unreadable, as Solo laid out the details.

"He cracked, uce," Solo confirmed, his voice devoid of emotion. "gave us a name, or at least a title. Calls himself the Archer of Infamy. We couldn't get a real name, though."

Joe leaned back in his chair, a dangerous glint entering his eyes. "Archer of Infamy," he repeated, savoring the words. "Doesn't matter what he calls himself. We'll find out who he really is. And when we do, he'll learn that you don't come for the Tribal Chief's territory without paying the price."

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Aubree POV 🍒

Aubree's Apartment|Atlanta Georgia📍

March 23rd, 2022

"Hey breee!" Trinity says answering Josh's phone. Which probably meant he wasn't around. "Hey Trin." "Let me guess you looking for your man?" She asked. "You know it where he at?" I asked as we both started laughing.

"He left his phone behind but him and Jon are currently playing the game before their match." She said.

"Oh really okay well when you see my man tell him to give me a call, but whatchu up to girl?" I asked her.

"I'm chilling just finished getting for my match I'm ready to get out there and feel that glow." She said.

"Period, you and Jon coming my party Friday right?" I asked. "Girl Jey didn't tell you?" She asked. "Tell me what?" "They have a match Friday we still don't know what time so we might not make it."

I shook my head no. That just actually hurt my feelings that my man couldn't tell me his self he wasn't gonna be at my release party.

"Yea girl it was last minute the company made so now they got match." She says as she goes on how long they knew about this match. Turns out they been knew about this for 2 weeks now and Joshua have plenty of time to let me know.

"No actually I didn't know none of this he never said anything to me about this when he was home this last weekend or the weekend before last weekend." I said.

"Oh well don't tell him I said anything." She said.

"Oh I'm not but he's gonna hear my mouth." I tell her. "Good luck to him but let get off this boy phone later honey." She said.

"Later Trin." I said right before the call ended. I put my phone down getting up. I needed to get out the apartment and do something to get my mind off this shit with Joshua.

I texted my little sister Brooklyn to see if she wanted to come with me for this self care day before I have conversations with Jey.

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"Boy you in trouble." Trinity says as me and Jon walked up to her. "Who in trouble?" Jon asked. She pointed at me. "Me? What I do?" I asked as I sat down. She shook her head handing me my phone. I opened my phone tryna see what she was talking about. "Your girl called." She says.

"Did you answer?" I asked.

"Yea but that's not why you trouble." She says. "Trin just tell me uce." "Uhh no I'm putting myself in between that I got my own stew to stir right here." She said grab Jon hand. I rolled my eyes shaking my head as I called Aubree back, of course she ain't answer. I checked her location to see where she was she was at her Sister's house. Moments later my phone started ringing.

Loml❤️‍🔥😩 calling

I answered it stepping away from the table for some privacy. "Hey ma whatchu doing?" I asked her. "About to out with brook for the night." She said. "Baby are we good?" I asked. "I don't know pumpkin you tell me is there anything you needa tell me?" She asked.

I tried to think of anything but nothing came to my mind. "Nah nothing." I tell her. "Okay so then we good." She said. "So why trin said I'm in trouble?" I asked.

"I don't know Josh, you tell me." She says again. "Alright bree what's sup I'm not finna play this game with you." I said.

"Where you ever gonna tell me that you had a match Friday?" She asked. I sucked my teeth, thanks trinity. "Yeah, Jey thanks for telling me it’s okay though you do you on Friday imma do me I'll see you at home whenever that happening."

"Baby I was gonna tell you." "When? the day of Joshua Its cool though good luck with your match, love you." She said hanging up on me.

I walked back over to the table. "You told her?" I asked. "It was a accident I didn't know she didn't know we weren't going. This on you Jey you can't just not tell her things like this." She says.

"She got a point Josh." Jon says butting in. "But still wasn't her place to be telling Bree that." I said. "She asked me if we were coming and I told her the truth don't be mad at me because your lie back fired on you."

"You could have gave me heads up you was gonna tell her." I said.

"Well what did we learn today?" She asked. "Shut up uce, now help me make this up to her, she pissed." I said.

"Mmm who wouldn't you literally haven't been to any of her events in forever Jey and yall been together since your divorce was finalized, plus ion think she that mad probably just annoyed that you couldn't tell her, give her space and I'm pretty sure we can make it I have a gut feeling." She said.

"You right trin." I said as sat down. "I gotta fix this shit out here acting like a horrible boyfriend."

"I'm sure she's doesn't think that of you Jey she would never she knows we're busy on rode she's also busy herself on rode sometimes she understands that you won't be able to make to all her events like I said she probably just annoyed you didn't tell her."

"I know but damn man it sucks I miss her ass everyday I'm on road, shit sometimes ion even wanna be here I wanna be with her."

"Awe Jey your in love." She said.

"Mane hell yeah I'm in love I shout it out loud. Aubree she's like a blessing I couldn't ask for anyone better." I said.

Jon sitting in corner shaking his head at me. "Yeah you in love uce for sure you better lock it in." Jon says.

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Summary: A female American rapper and a American male wrestler share a passionate and intense love, built on mutual respect for each other's careers and personalities. However, their fast-paced, high-profile lives bring their own set of challenges. Aubree Aka Big Latto is a bold, independent, and highly ambitious individual, thriving in the music industry, while Joshua Aka MAIN EVENT Jey uso is dedicated to his physically demanding career, often away due to events and training.

Their busy schedules and contrasting lifestyles create tension, as they struggle to find time for each other amidst their demanding careers. Despite their deep affection, they face moments of doubt, insecurity, and miscommunication, especially when their worlds seem too different. Yet, both are committed to navigating these ups and downs, learning to balance their personal ambitions with their love for one another. Their bond is tested, but their love remains resilient as they strive to overcome obstacles and grow together.

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Aubree "Bree" Mulan Nelsons 🍒

Played by Alyssa Stephens

Stage Name: Latto or Miss Mulatto

The 27 year old independent Female American rapper Dating Joshua Fatu.

Joshua "Jey" Samuel Fatu 🩸

Played as himself

Stage Name: Main Event Jey USO

The 35 year old hot head American male wrestler Dating Aubree Nelsons.

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"Do I need to remind you that you are not single?" Aubree says just as Jey entered the house. Jey closed the door looking at his girlfriend confused. "What are you tryna start up now mama?" He asked.

"You in the club letting bi-first of all mama imma go ahead stop you right there, you ain't ask me what happened now did you?" He asked cutting her off.

"Nigga Ion gotta ask you shit it was fucking obvious clear as fucking day Joshua!" She yelled.

"Why you yelling? Am I yelling at you?" He asked. She rolled her eyes and let out a deep sigh. "Exactly imma take a shower because I just got off the road this ain't the shit I ain't wanna come home to Aubree."

"Fuck you Joshua you do this all the time." She said.

"I do this all time? So do you Bree it's the same shit you see the shit on internet you don't ask me you just jump straight to conclusions." He said.

She hated that he always had a comeback when they augured. "That bitch was rubbing on your thigh."

"I said I'm not dealing with this shit Bree." Jey said walking past her. He stopped in his tracks feeling something hit his back, he looked down seeing the ring that's supposed to be in her finger on the stairs. He chuckled as he bent down picking it up. "You funny ass hell you better put this shit back on Aubree."

"No you don't wanna deal with me I don't wanna deal with you so can have that ring back." She said. He blood started boiling immediately. He stepped down the stairs walking up to her.

"I ain't say that shit Aubree. I said I'm not dealing with this shit right here." He said grabbing her hand putting her ring on where it belonged. "Don't take this shit off again."

She gave up knowing she lost the fight she started. She knew she pushed some buttons. She could see it all in her man's face.

"Do you see what you do to me Aubree? You really think I'm worried about other women when I got your crazy ass right here, I got everything I need right here at home." He said.

They looked at each other. She pouted he grabbed her hand kissing her knuckles. "I love you girl and I don't want anyone else but you." He said

"I love you and I'm sorry, I just really miss you and when I seen the video it just pissed me because you weren't answering my calls or text I thought you were mad at me." She tells him.

"What I tell you about that shit Bree you got a problem say something you can't just jump to conclusions about things you get jealous to quick." Jey tells her.

"I can't help it your my man you know ion play that shit I don't care that your around females I trust you but if a another bitch touching on you and you just let it happen yes it's sets me off." She tells him.

"It sets you off?" Jey asked swaying them side to side as he rubbed her ass. She nodded her head as her fingers played in his mullet. He chuckled shaking his head.

"You think you innocent little angel?" He asked her.

"Yes very, I don't do anything." She said smiling innocently.

"You hit nerves that only my momma can hit so no you're not innocent." Jey says. She laughed kissing him.

"Sorry daddy." She mumbled against his lips. He smacked and gripped her ass making her moan quietly. "You playing around mama, join me in the shower." He tells her and without letting her answer he picked her up carrying her to their shared bathroom.

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The sharp clicks of Kayla Braxton's pen was the only sound in her meticulously organized office. She leaned back in her desk chair, a slight, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. She had just hung up with District Attorney Miller, and the conversation had gone precisely as she'd orchestrated.

"Self-defense, Mr. Miller. Pure and simple," Kayla had stated, her voice as smooth and convincing as expensive silk. "My client, Mr. Fatu, was merely defending himself against an unprovoked attack. While I understand the facility's need for disciplinary action, I assure you this was an isolated incident, a reaction born of necessity, not malicious intent." She had, of course, conveniently omitted the part where Josh might have escalated the situation, focusing solely on Bron's initial aggression. Her argument, backed by subtly skewed incident reports she'd managed to obtain, had been persuasive.

After a few tense minutes of Miller's objections and her calm, unyielding rebuttals, the DA had conceded. The disciplinary action would stand within the prison, but it would not impact Josh's federal appeal. The judge had been informed, and the appeal would proceed as scheduled. Victory, small but significant, tasted sweet.

Kayla immediately dialed Jimmy. He answered on the second ring, his usual cheerful greeting subdued. "Yo, what's good, Kayla?"

"Got good news," Kayla cut straight to the chase. "Josh's disciplinary action won't affect the appeal. I was able to smooth things over with the DA."

A sigh of profound relief came through the line. "Thank you, Kayla, f'real."

"Just tell him to keep his anger in check for once," Kayla retorted, a hint of weariness in her voice. "I've done my part. The rest is on him." She hung up, already moving on to her next task.

Meanwhile, back in the grim confines of the Georgia Department of Correction, Jey laid on the thin cot, staring at the cold, grey walls. The loud buzzing sound of the cell door sent a jolt through him. "Fatu! Let's go. Your lucky day." the guard barked.

Jey's head snapped up. Relief washed over him. He quickly gathered the few belongings he had. The guard cuffed him, and he was led through the echoing, cold halls of the facility, the clanging of gates and the distant murmur of voices a welcome change from the oppressive silence of solitary. Finally, he was back in his regular cell block.

Sami was already there, a wide grin on his face. "Glad you back, uce" He gave Jey a few pats on the shoulder "They moved Bron to a different cell block, so you ain't gotta worry about that clown no more"

Jey barely registered the news about Bron, his mind already elsewhere. He just nodded absently before walking over to a guard, a flicker of determination in his eyes. "Can I make a call real quick?"

The guard hesitated, eyeing him for a moment before reluctantly nodding. "Make it quick"

Jey snatched the phone, his fingers flying as he dialed Jimmy's number. After a few rings, his twin's voice answered, sounding relieved. "What's up twin, yo' ass back in gen pop?"

"Just got back," Jey leaned against the wall next to the phone "you checked in wit' Kayla f'me?"

"Yeah, said everything was smoothed over."

"Bet. What about that other situation" Jey's voice low, speaking in code.

"Yeah, still got eyes on that," Jimmy confirmed. "Ain't nothing changed"

"Aight, good shit uce," Jey mumbled, then hesitated. "You talked to Evren?"

Jimmy let out a small, almost teasing laugh. "Yeah, I did, uce. She pissed with you."

Jey chuckled, a genuine, albeit short, laugh escaping him. "Yeah? What she say?"

"Just that she's mad you got yo' ass in trouble again, acting stupid and all that," Jimmy recounted, the amusement clear in his voice.

"I'll handle that," Jey said, a determined glint in his eye. He knew she would be upset, but he knew he could fix it. "Preciate you, uce. F'real."

"Got'chu twin. Just stay yo' ass out of trouble, f'real."

"Gotta go. Hit'chu you later," Jey said, hanging up the phone, though he wasn't showing it, he was relieved the appeal wouldn't be affected.

Evren couldn't ignore the low hum of whispers that followed her through the hospital hallways, or the curious, sometimes sympathetic, glances that lingered a moment too long. News of the Dr. Rhodes investigation had spread like wildfire, turning the once-whispered complaints into open speculation. It was a strange mix of vindication and unease, knowing her ordeal was now public.

As she walked down the quiet halls of the ICU, lost in her thoughts, a familiar voice stopped her. "Evren?"

She looked up to see Liv, her fellow nurse, standing a few feet away, her expression uncharacteristically serious.

"Hey, Liv," Evren said, a bit surprised.

"I heard about what happened," Liv began, her gaze softening. "With Dr. Rhodes. I just wanted to say, I'm really sorry you had to go through that. If you need anything, any support, just let me know."

Evren felt a warmth spread through her chest. "Thank you, Liv. I really appreciate that."

Liv shifted her weight, glancing around to make sure no one was within earshot. Her voice dropped to a hush, almost a whisper. "Actually... I was the one who went to Mrs. McMahon and Mr. Levesque." She paused, letting that sink in. "I saw what happened in the scrub room a couple of weeks ago. How he made you feel uncomfortable, and how you just ran."

Evren's eyes widened. A wave of surprise, followed by profound gratitude, washed over her. She hadn't realized anyone had actually seen that moment. "You did?" she breathed, her voice filled with genuine emotion. "Liv, I don't know what to say. Thank you for telling them. You don't know how much that helped me out."

A faint, almost shy smile touched Liv's lips. "Someone had to. He's been getting away with too much for too long."

"I had a few run-ins with Dr. Rhodes myself," She confessed, her gaze hardening slightly. "Nothing like what he did to you, but enough to know he was trouble. I wasn't brave enough to say anything back then. But when I saw what happened with you, I couldn't allow him to do that again. Someone has to stop him." Liv glanced nervously down the hall, as if fearing Dr. Rhodes might suddenly appear. "Anyway, I gotta go. Just know you're not alone, Evren." She gave Evren a quick, encouraging nod before hurrying off, leaving Evren to process the revelation.

Back at the nurses' station, the usual controlled chaos reigned. Zahria looked up from her charting, a small smile spread across her face. "Hey, Jade, Bi and I goin' out tonight. You should pop out."

Evren sat and thought about it. Usually, after the long week, she'd be heading home to crash. But tonight, after the stressful week, and the worrying about Josh, a night out with her friends sounded like a great escape. "Yeah?" she asked, a tentative smile forming. "I'd be down for that."

Zahria smiled, doing a little happy dance in her seat. "Good, just a bunch of bad bitches poppin' out" she stated excitedly, making Evren laugh.

Later, after her shift, Evren walked around her room. Getting ready for the night out. The long week working at the hospital left her mentally exhausted, and she was desperate for some drinks.

She was searching through her closet when her phone began ringing. When she picked it up she saw it was Josh. Answering it quickly, she placed it on speaker. The automated voice coming through.

"This is a collect call from" .. "Jey" .. "An Inmate at Georgia Department of Correction. Please press one to accept the call"

After a few seconds the call connected "What's up ma" his raspy voice came through as she continued looking through her clothes.

"Hey" Evren replied, her tone noticeably flat. She pulled out a black dress, holding it against herself in the mirror.

Josh noted the snap in her tone, "You good?"

"Nah, I'm good," She said curtly, continuing looking through her closet, "I ain't the one who been in the hole for two weeks"

A sigh came through from Jey, "Yeah shit got hectic but it's all good now"

"Josh you got put in solitary confinement. That's more than just hectic."

"Why you trippin' bout it Evren?" his voice heightening a bit.

"Because that was irresponsible as fuck what you did" her tone tight.

Jey sucked his teeth "What'chu expect me to do. I ain't bout to let someone bitch me out. That ain't me, you know that" a hint of frustration laced in his voice.

"So instead of thinking smart, and walk away, you get into fight that could of affected your appeal. You hear how crazy that sounds, Josh"

"Evren, I ain't call f'you to lecture my ass." he snapped, his own temper flaring. "I would've called my lawyer for all that."

Evren nodded to herself, "You know what, til you can stop being fuckin' reckless and act like you care, don't bother callin' me"

She hung up without another word, throwing her phone on the bed. Quickly finding an outfit, she took a quick shower, doing her usual routine. Checking her phone she seen she had a few missed calls from Josh, rolling her eyes.

She clicked on Zahria's message.

Zah❤️‍🔥: Pulling up in 5 mins Ren😍: Ok I'll be ready

She grabbed her purse and keys heading downstairs. Moments later Zahria texted saying she was outside. Quickly locking up, Evren made her way out her condo, taking the elevator. Making it Zahria's car she was met with lively greetings from the girls.

"Damn, girl you look good!" Bianca said as Evren got in the backseat with her. Zahria and Jade in the front. Zahria pulled off after she was settled, blasting music all the way there.

Meanwhile, back in the grim confines of the Georgia Department of Correction, Jey was stewing. That whole conversation with Evren was replaying in his head, knotting him up. He slammed the phone against the receiver, the loud crack echoing in the small booth. He glanced back at the long line of impatient inmates, then with a frustrated sigh, he walked away, heading straight for his cell. They were about to lock down for the night anyway.

When he reached his cell, Sami, his cellmate, was already on his top bunk, lost in a book. Jey walked over to his own bunk, plopping down hard. Sami could feel the tension rolling off him in waves.

"You good, uce?" Sami leaned over the side of his bunk, looking at Jey.

"Yeah, I'm straight," Jey muttered, rubbing a hand down his face. Nah, he wasn't. Not really. Evren's words were a bitter pill, especially that part about him not caring about getting out. That stung, 'cause that was some bullshit. Every damn day in this place was a fight just to stay sane, a constant reminder of everything he was missing. He just had a different way of showing it than she did. He couldn't back down in here, not for a second. Showing weakness was a death sentence.

He picked at a loose thread on his mattress. Yeah, he knew he messed up getting into that fight. Stupid? Maybe. But in the moment, he wasn't thinking 'bout nothing but putting that dude in his place. Now, all he could hear was Evren's voice, that cold disappointment. He hated that sound from her more than anything. She didn't get it. How could she, sitting in her comfortable apartment? She ain't dealing with none of this.

"Sounds like you took a bad call," Sami pressed gently, closing his book. He knew Jey too well to let a simple I'm straight slide.

Jey ran a hand over his head. "Yeah, just Ev. She trippin' 'bout me gettin' put in the hole." He let out a short, humorless laugh. "Acting like I don't know what I'm doing. Like my ass wanted to be in here."

"She just worried bout you," Sami offered, though he knew it wasn't that simple. "just tryna make sure you good."

"I know that," Jey mumbled, but the frustration was still sizzling. "But she don't get it. I can't just be a bitch in here, Sami. You know that. If I let motherfuckas' think they can run over me, then what?" He looked up at his cellmate, a flicker of raw frustration in his eyes.

Sami just nodded, his gaze steady. He didn't have to say much for Jey to know he understood. The unwritten rules of prison were brutal, and backing down often led to far worse consequences than a stint in solitary. But Evren was on the outside, seeing things through a different lens.

The distant clang of cell doors locking for the night echoed through the block, a harsh reminder of his reality. Jey closed his eyes, the conversation playing over in his head. A tinge of disappointment hit him, sharp and unexpected. It wasn't just at her; it was at himself for letting it get to him. He'd messed up, yeah, he knew that. But he had to protect himself in here. And he knew Evren cared, that's why she was so mad. That kind of real worry, that was something he wasn't used to from anybody outside his family. But that didn't mean she got to tell him how to survive.

Evren settled into the plush leather seat of Zahria's car, the bass from the music vibrating through her. Bianca and Jade were already animated, their laughter bright and infectious. For a moment, the heavy cloak of the hospital, the whispered investigations, and the recent, harsh phone call with Jey all seemed to dissipate. Zahria pulled off, the city lights beginning to blur as they sped down the highway.

"So, what's the moves tonight?" Jade shouted over the music, her eyes sparkling.

Zahria, always the planner, grinned. "I was thinkin' we hit up 'The Loft' first. They got this new DJ tonight, and the cocktails are supposed to be good. Then, if we're feeling it, maybe we'll see where the night takes us."

Evren found herself smiling genuinely. The music was loud, the company vibrant, and for the first time in days, she felt a lightness she hadn't realized she was missing. They talked about work gossip, ridiculous patient stories, and the latest celebrity drama, carefully skirting around the more serious topics that had consumed Evren's week. She laughed, a true, unrestrained sound, as Bianca recounted a particularly embarrassing encounter with a handsome doctor, Dr. Montez Ford.

The Loft was already buzzing when they arrived, a pulsing hip-hop beat thrumming through the floorboards. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and expensive liquor, and the crowd was a blur of movement under the flashing lights. Evren found herself loosening up with each song, the rhythm seeping into her bones. She wasn't going to think about Jey, or Dr. Rhodes, or anything else that had weighed her down. Tonight was for forgetting.

After a couple of strong cocktails, a comfortable warmth spread through Evren, dulling the sharp edges of her lingering frustration with Jey. She was laughing freely with Zahria at the bar when a smooth voice cut through the music.

"Looks like you ladies need another round, on me."

Evren turned to see a tall, striking man with dark hair pulled back, tattoos peeking from under his shirt, and an intense gaze. He carried himself with an air of effortless cool. "I'm Damien, by the way," he said, his voice a low rumble over the bass.

Zahria, ever the wing-woman, gave Evren a subtle nudge. Evren offered a small smile in return. "Evren. And thank you, Damien. That's really sweet of you."

He chuckled, a deep, resonant sound. "Sweet? Nah, just appreciate a good vibe when I see one." He smirked, making Evren's lips quirk upwards despite herself. "So, Evren, you gonna let me buy you a drink, or you gonna make me stand here awkwardly all night?"

Evren laughed again, feeling genuinely charmed. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood."

As the bartender placed their fresh drinks in front of them they fell into a flirtatious conversation. Damien leaned in slightly, his voice a playful murmur. "Now that we've established my excellent taste in cocktails, how about you dance with me?" He extended a hand towards the dance floor, where the lights were strobing to an insistent beat.

Evren hesitated for only a second. This was exactly what she needed. She took his hand. "Lead the way."

He grinned, pulling her gently onto the crowded dance floor. Damien was a surprisingly good dancer, his movements fluid and confident as they moved to the beat. Evren found herself easily falling into sync with him, her body swaying to the music, her mind blessedly empty of worry. She was laughing, moving, and for the first time all week, she felt truly carefree.

Unbeknownst to Evren, across the sprawling club, leaning against the VIP section railing with a few of his associates, Jimmy scanned the crowd. This was one of their family's spot, after all. His eyes, sharp and accustomed to taking in everything, landed on the dance floor. He watched the throng of bodies, then paused, his gaze narrowing. He saw his brother's girl, laughing and dancing with a man he didn't recognize. A familiar scowl began to form on his face. And right now, what he was seeing was definitely somebody else's business.

Jimmy excused himself from the VIP section, his jaw tight. He navigated through the dense crowd, his eyes locked on Evren. He moved with purpose, a silent force cutting through the music and the bodies.

He reached the edge of their dancing space, his hand shooting out to grab Evren's arm, pulling her sharply away from Damien. He pulled her along til they got to a hallway.

"The fuck you think you doin', Evren?" Jimmy's voice was low, laced with a mix of anger and disbelief, cutting through the loud music only for her ears.

Evren stumbled slightly, the sudden pull and Jimmy's harsh tone jolting her. Her carefree mood evaporated, replaced by a surge of irritation and a touch of the alcohol making her bold. She snatched her arm back. "Jimmy! What is your problem?!"

"My problem?" Jimmy scoffed, gesturing vaguely towards the crowd. "You're out here dancin' with some random ass dude. What you think Jey would say if he saw this, huh?"

Evren's eyes flashed. The mention of Jey, coupled with Jimmy's accusing tone, hit a nerve. "It shouldn't matter what Jey thinks. I'm single. I'm not stuck waiting around for nobody." Her voice rose slightly, defiant.

Jimmy shook his head, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "That's not how it works, Evren. You know that. Jey got me lookin' out for you."

"I don't need to be 'looked after'," Evren retorted, pulling herself up to her full height, despite feeling a little wobbly. "I can handle myself. Now if you'll excuse me, I was actually having fun." She glared at him, then turned, walking bout out to the crowd. Leaving Jimmy they're shaking his head.

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A few days later, the frustration in the Georgia Department of Correction was palpable for Jey. He'd been trying to get a hold of Evren since their last blow-up, calling her number religiously during his allotted phone times, only to be met with her voicemail or a direct disconnect. It was clear she was ignoring him, and it was pissing him off.

Finally, in desperation, he called Jimmy. His twin answered on the second ring.

"Yo, what's good, uce?" Jimmy's voice came through the line, sounding a little less cheerful than usual.

"Just checking in," Jey said, trying to keep his tone even. "Everything straight on your end?"

"Yeah, twin. All good," Jimmy replied, a slight hesitation in his voice. "Just the usual."

"You heard anything from Evren?" Jey finally blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer. "She ain't been picking up my calls."

A beat of silence stretched on the line, long enough for Jey to pause for a second. "Nah, she ain't hit me up," Jimmy said slowly. "But, I did see her the other night."

Jey frowned. "Oh yeah? Where at?"

"At The Loft," Jimmy said, and Jey could almost hear his brother bracing himself. "She was out with her girls. Everything was cool until..." Jimmy trailed off, clearly uncomfortable.

"Until what, Jimmy?" Jey's voice was tight, a cold dread starting to spread through him. "What happened?"

"She was dancin' with some dude. Some random," Jimmy finally admitted, quickly adding, "Look, I went and said something to her, pulled her off the floor. Told her you wouldn't like it. She got all heated, said it don't matter what you think 'cause she single."

The word single hit Jey like a physical blow. Dancing with some random dude? Evren, his Evren, out there giving her time to somebody else. The thought sent a jolt of anger through him, sharp and immediate. He knew they were on the outs, but for her to do that pissed him off. He gripped the receiver, his knuckles turning white.

"She said she single?" Jey's voice was dangerously low, a stark contrast to the sudden storm brewing inside him.

"Yeah, man," Jimmy confirmed, sounding genuinely apologetic now. "Look, she was tipsy, upset. I told her she shouldn't be out here like that, but she said she didn't need nobody lookin' after her."

Jey closed his eyes, taking a ragged breath. The anger warring with a bitter sting. He understood she was mad, but single? After everything, the unspoken connection, the way they were with each other? That word felt like a deliberate slap in the face.

"Aight, Jimmy," Jey finally managed, his voice strained. "Ima hit'chu up later." He didn't wait for a reply, just hung up the phone with a decisive click, the noise echoing in the quiet phone booth area.

He stood there for a moment, letting the rage and hurt wash over him. Then, with a fierce glint in his eye, he pushed through the small crowd of inmates waiting for their turn, heading straight for the computer terminals used for messaging. He typed the message quickly. Short and straight to the point. After he sent the he got up, heading straight to his cell for the night not wanting to be around the other inmates.

From Fatu, Joshua #1759: So, you out here "single" now? Dancin' on some random dude? That's how you really moving? Don't play these games with me, Evren. You know who you belong to. You ain't "single" like that. You better think bout what you're doing out there.

The warm Atlanta sun streamed through the expansive glass ceilings of Lenox Square Mall as Evren and Bianca strolled, designer bags swinging from their arms. Laughter bubbled up between them, light and infectious, a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere of the hospital.

"Girl, you were practically glowing on the club the other night," Bianca teased, bumping Evren's shoulder playfully. "Damien, right? He seemed kinda into you."

Evren grinned, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. "He was cool. But speaking of into you, how are things going with Tez?" She nudged Bianca, who blushed.

"Oh, you know," Bianca demurred, but her smile was wide. "He's very persistent. And charming. We've gone out a few times, the vibes actually been really nice."

"See? I told you!" Evren cheered, genuinely happy for her friend.

As they ducked into a boutique, Browse a rack of vibrant dresses, Evren's phone buzzed. She pulled it out, expecting a group chat message, but her brow furrowed instantly as she saw the sender: Jey. Seeing his name made her stomach clench. Her easygoing mood evaporated, replaced by a familiar knot of tension.

Bianca, who had been holding up a sequined top, noticed the sudden shift in Evren's demeanor. "Everything straight, Ren?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Evren sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Nah, not really." She hesitated, then decided to just lay it out. "It's Josh. He just sent me this message." She read him the most biting lines from Jey's email, her voice dripping with annoyance. "He ended up in solitary confinement 'cause he couldn't keep his temper in check, then we had this heated call a few nights ago. I told him to stop being reckless. He said he didn't want to be lectured so I hung up, and I haven't talked to him since. And now this message. He acting he can control me or something."

"I mean, it gotta be hard for him being in there, seeing you out here doing your thing. But that ain't no excuse for that mess. You right, he can't be acting like he own you just 'cause he stuck. That's a him problem, not a you problem." Bianca shrugged her shoulder before continuing to look through the racks.

Just then, Evren's phone buzzed again. This time, it was a text. Evren looked down at it, a faint smile touching her lips despite the previous frustration.

"Who's that?" Bianca asked, nodding at the phone in Evren's hand, noticing the sudden change in her expression.

"It's Damien," Evren said, looking up at Bianca. "We've been talking for the past couple of days." She paused, then held up the phone so Bianca could see his message.

Damien🇵🇷: Hey, Mami. Was wondering if you're free tomorrow night? Wanted to take you out.

Bianca read it, then her expression turned serious. "Just be careful with how you handle it. You know Josh. He ain't one of those dudes who play bout his feelings when it come to you."

"I know," Evren reiterated, her voice firm, "but I'm single. I can go on a date." She typed quickly, a sense of defiant freedom settling over her.

Evren💕: I'd love to! Tomorrow night sounds perfect. Looking forward to it.

She locked her phone, putting it away in her pocket. Enjoying the rest of her girls day without the distraction of Josh looming on her mind.

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The bass in Club LIV was violent, shaking through the floor, the walls, my bloodstream. Sweat-slick bodies moved under purple lights, championship gold glinting under strobes, and Jey? He was on cloud nine.

New World Heavyweight Champion.

Cuban link heavier than usual. Grill shining. A bottle of 1942 in one hand and the title belt in the other.

"YEET!" he roared from the VIP couch, shirt snug , tribal tatts gleaming with sweat and flexed adrenaline.

Everyone was celebrating him—but I was his for the night.

And Jimmy knew it.

He’d been watching me all night. Not saying much. Sipping slow. But that dark stare? Unwavering.

Charlotte and I had been turning heads since we walked in—shots, dancing, the kind of energy that had the booth lit. But the second I dropped low to dance in front of Jimmy, his jaw tightened. His hand gripped his glass a little harder.

And when I started bouncing on his lap, slow and deep, grinding against his thigh in that little fitted dress I knew made them both crazy? Jimmy didn’t stop me.

He gripped my hips and let it happen—eyes locked on mine like he was making a mental list of all the ways I was going to pay for this later.

And then I heard Jey behind me—grinning, drunk, possessive as hell. "Aye, aye, aye—nah. You got your turn, uce. I just won gold—I want mine."

I turned around slowly, meeting his stare. His chain swung as he leaned back, grill glinting, that lazy smirk making heat pool in my stomach.

"Come give Daddy that dance, put that ass on me," he slurred, patting his thigh. "I earned that shit tonight."

Of course he did. It was time to head out, and as soon as we stepped into the sprinter I knew I was in for it. The door slid shut.

And then it was chaos.

Jey was the first to move. He yanked me onto his lap like I weighed nothing, back against his chest as his mouth hot and heavy on the side of my neck, hands already sliding up the front my dress like he’d been holding back all damn night.

"Nah, mama. Nah," he slurred into my skin, "I been needin’ this." His gold grill brushed my shoulder as he bit down, hard, pulling a broken moan from my lips. Jim sat in the seat across from yall, his eyes dark with something almost sinister. Jey glanced up and smirked. "Aw shit, he on demon time too bae. He not gone take it easy on you tonight."

"Spread them legs, mama," Jey murmured in my ear, lips brushing the shell of it. "Let him eat."

My breath caught.

Jey’s hands slid up to my chest, tugging the top of my dress down until my breasts spilled free, nipples hard and waiting. His thumbs rolled them slowly, deliberately. Teasing. Tormenting.

"She already wet, uce," Jey mumbled, tongue slick on my neck. “She been ready.”

Jimmy moved closer, settling between my legs on the floor of the sprinter like a man with a mission. He kept eye contact with me the whole time—just daring me to look away as he pushed my thighs wider.

“Don’t run,” he muttered. “Nah, you wanted to play at the club… time to deal with both of us.”

Then his mouth found me.

Hot. Wet. Unapologetic. Tongue greedy, lips smacking against my clit like he didn’t care who heard. His beard was already damp, jaw flexing as he groaned low into me, gripping the backs of my thighs to keep me from jerking away.

I moaned loud and tried to squirm, but Jey just gripped my waist tighter, holding me there—locked between his hands and his brother’s mouth.

“You clenching on his tongue,” Jey laughed, kissing your shoulder. "Look at her, twin. Look how she actin'."

He brought a hand up to my chest again, pinching and tugging at my nipple while the other slid down to rub slow, tight circles around my clit when Jimmy came up for air.

That combo?

Sinful.

I were losing it. Back bowed. Hands clawing at Jey’s thighs. Breath stuttering.

And Jimmy didn’t stop—just licked back up, lips slick and eyes gleaming. “She tryna run,” he growled. “Told you she ain’t built for both of us, when we both like this.”

That’s when Jey reached down and gripped my jaw, tilting my face toward his. "You gon’ take it though, right? You my girl… OUR girl, you gon’ take everything we give you."

I nodded, breathless, lips parted—moaning when he kissed me deep, tongue licking into my mouth as Jimmy dove back in like he had a personal vendetta.

And the way they worked me? Together?

Wasn’t no easing into it. This was only the beginning.

And I was already damn near crying.

The Fontainebleau suite door had barely clicked shut before I was backed up against the window, the heat of the Vegas night bleeding through the glass behind me.

My dress was hanging on by a thread. Damn near ripped apart by them back in the sprinter. My lips were swollen, thighs still shaking, slick on my skin drying sticky against my legs.

Jey stumbled in behind us, laughing to himself, still high off his Mania win and the alcohol buzzing through his veins. He tugged at the waistband of his sweats. "Fuck, I gotta piss—don’t start without me."

Jimmy was already unbuttoning his pants.

He didn’t answer Jey.

Didn’t even look at him.

Just looked at me.

And when he stepped close, bare chest glinting with the city lights behind him, his tribal ink moving as his muscles flexed— I knew.

Jimmy was no longer holding back.

"C’mere, baby," he said, voice low, hoarse now, full of grit. "Bring that ass over here. Right in front of this window."

He didn’t ask. He pulled.

His hands gripped my hips, dragging me close until my chest met his. Then he spun me around, the window in front of me was cold against my face, a perfect contrast to the heat rolling off his body. His hand grabbed at my hair, tugging me to look at him from the over my shoulder.

And when he kissed me? It was feral.

No teasing. No warmth. Just lips, tongue, and a hand locked around my throat.

"All that screamin’ you was doin’ in the sprinter?" he growled into my mouth. "You gon’ be louder in here. Let Vegas hear you, baby."

His fingers slid between my thighs, dragging through my slick with no patience, no warning. I gasped, my head falling back, eyes catching the view of the city below.

Everything sparkled.

But all I saw was him.

"You feel that?" he muttered, slipping two fingers inside, curling them hard. "Still open for us. Still beggin’ for more."

I cried out, back arching.

Jimmy stepped back, bent his head, and bit the side of my neck. "What’d I say, huh? Louder."

The bathroom door opened behind us. I couldn’t see Jey—but I felt the shift.

The energy.

The heat.

Then—his voice. Low. Rough.

"God. Damn."

Jimmy didn’t stop. "She couldn’t wait."

Jey stepped into view, and I saw his face—his jaw slack, mullet damp from the sink, eyes locked on my body spread wide against the glass.

His joggers hung low, the waistband of his briefs peeking out. He walked slow, admiring, every step a warning.

"Look at her, uce," he muttered, licking his lips. "She fuckin’ glowin'."

The city sparkled in front of me. But all I could see was Jey—his tattoos dark under the dim lights, gold chain swaying as he moved closer.

"She startin’ without me?"

"You took too long," Jimmy smirked, never breaking rhythm, thrusting his fingers deeper as my moans filled the glass-paneled room. "Had to remind her what this is."

"Bet."

"Go ‘head, Uce," he muttered, licking his bottom lip. "Show her somethin’. I’ll be here when you done."

Jimmy’s hands were already on me, spinning me around so my back was to the window again. "You hear that, baby?" he whispered darkly against my mouth. "Big champ over there lettin’ me have you first. Guess I better show out then, huh?"

I didn’t get a chance to answer. His lips were on me—no more teasing, no hesitation. His tongue pushed into my mouth, deep, filthy. His beard scraped across my cheeks, rougher than ever, fingers gripping my thighs as he hoisted me up like I was nothing.

"You gon’ ride me right here," he said, backing into the chaise lounge in front of the window. "Right where he can see."

My knees barely settled on either side of his lap before he was inside, a deep, sudden stretch that punched a moan straight out of me.

"Fuck," Jimmy groaned, his head falling back briefly. "Tight as hell. Damn."

His grip on my hips was brutal now, lifting me, slamming me down, again and again. The slap of skin echoed off the glass. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t focus.

"You takin’ it like that for my brother too?" he asked, his voice dipping into something dark. "You let him fuck you like this, huh? Make that pretty ass bounce on him like it was nothin’?"

I cried out, hands flying to his shoulders. "Jimmy I—"

"Nah, ride me."

He leaned forward, mouth locking on my chest, biting hard, sucking marks into my skin he’d never left before. One hand yanked my head back by my hair while the other smacked my ass so hard I gasped.

"You want me soft? Should’ve asked for that shit earlier," he muttered, slamming into me from below. "But you too greedy now."

Behind us, Jey was watching with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, slowly stroking himself, eyes glued to where Jimmy disappeared inside me.

"Ain’t know you had it in you, Uce," Jey chuckled, shaking his head. "She done brought that demon out."

"She asked for this," Jimmy growled, his voice strained now. "I’m just givin’ her what she need."

Then he flipped me—bent me over the side of the chaise, gripping my arms behind my back with one hand, the other holding my hip still as he started drilling into me like he had something to prove.

"This what you wanted, huh?" His voice was ragged. "You want me to fuck you like my brother do? Like you just another hole for us to ruin?"

"JIMMY!" I screamed, face pressed to the leather, body convulsing as I came without warning, legs trembling beneath me.

He didn't stop. If anything, he sped up.

"You not done yet," he hissed, dragging me back into him. "Gimme one more. You said you could take both of us—prove it."

"She shakin’ already," Jey called out. "Damn, Uce. You really tryna retire her before I even get a turn?"

Jimmy finally slowed, breath ragged, hand sliding over my spine as he leaned over me. "Nah," he muttered, brushing my hair away from my damp face. "Just softenin’ her up for the champ."

He pulled out slowly, tapping my ass once before stepping back. "You up, Uce."

And just like that, Jey stood from the bed, stroking himself once as he walked over, looking down at me sprawled on the chaise—sweaty, shaking, barely able to hold myself up.

He leaned down, gripped my chin, and made me look up at him. His smirk faded. His eyes darkened.

"My turn," he muttered. "Now lemme show you what the fuck aggression really look like."

"Let’s go, mama," he murmured, voice low, deep, steady. "Crawl."

My legs were trembling, body still shaking from everything Jimmy just put me through. But I obeyed. I slid off the chaise, bare knees hitting the cool marble floor, my breath catching as the air kissed my damp skin.

I didn’t look up.

Just inched forward on hands and knees, moving toward him, the soft slap of skin on tile the only sound besides the sharp inhale Jey took when I reached him.

Jimmy collapsed on the edge of the bed, still breathing hard, watching now with a new look in his eyes—awe, respect, and a little bit of pride.

"She listenin’ now," he muttered, half to himself, eyes flicking between us. "Tamed her."

Jey stepped back just slightly, letting me follow with another slow crawl until he reached the glass window, the whole damn city lit up behind him.

"Right here," he said, tapping the floor with the flat of his palm. "Face that glass. I want you to see how ruined you look when I’m done."

I turned. Palms flat. Knees spread. Reflection staring back at me—flushed skin, damp thighs, hair wild, lips swollen. Wrecked.

And then Jey was behind me.

"Damn," he rasped, dragging the thick head of his cock through my folds. "Still drippin’. Good lookin’ out, Uce."

"She ready," Jimmy replied, deep in the sheets now, watching like it was his favorite show. "But you already knew that."

Jey gripped my hips—tight, unrelenting. "You earned this, baby," he muttered, lining himself up. "Now take it."

He didn’t ease in. Didn’t go slow.

Jey slammed into me, hips crashing against my ass, forcing a scream from my throat that fogged the glass.

"Fuckin’ finally," he groaned, grinding in deeper, staying buried for a second. "This pussy missed me."

He started drilling into me—hard, fast, deep. His fingers splayed across my lower back, pushing me down until my cheek was pressed to the glass. The coolness shocked my skin, but it was the way his thrusts shook me that made my voice crack.

"That’s it," he growled, biting down on my shoulder. "That’s how you take dick from a champ. Let the whole fuckin’ Strip watch you get ruined."

"She lookin’ at herself now," Jimmy called out, voice hoarse with afterglow. "She know what she look like? A whole problem."

"Our problem," Jey corrected, grabbing my wrists and pulling them behind me with one hand, arching my back deeper, opening me wider. "All fuckin’ ours."

I was gone. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes from how deep he was. I could feel him in my stomach, every drag of his cock making my body jerk forward into the glass.

"That’s it, baby," Jey muttered, his voice tighter now, breath starting to stutter. "Take it. Cry if you want, but don’t you fuckin’ run."

"She ain’t goin’ nowhere," Jimmy said. "She locked in, remember?"

Jey grinned, pressed his forehead to the back of my neck. "She love this shit. She was made for us."

And then he snapped his hips, over and over, harder, deeper, each stroke brutal, claiming.

When I finally shattered, body convulsing under him, Jey didn’t stop—he chased his own release, choking me, whispering filth in my ear until his whole body locked up.

"Gon’ fill you up, mama," he groaned, biting my shoulder again. "Take all this nut. You wanted the champ—now deal with it."

Heat flooded inside me as he released, his thrusts slowing, body slumped over mine, hand never loosening from my throat. The window was fogged. My skin was slick. I could still feel the city lights dancing behind my eyelids.

And both of them?

Still watching me. Still wanting more. Even if my body was done, my soul was still laid bare.

Owned. Stamped. Ruined by both.

I was still slumped against the glass—legs trembling, skin burning, breath shallow—when Jey finally pulled out with a deep, satisfied growl. My thighs were slick with everything he left behind, and my reflection was a mess—mouth open, eyes glazed, hair sticking to sweat-soaked skin.

But I barely had time to blink before I felt it—Jimmy’s hand in my hair. Tight. Unforgiving.

"Nah, baby," he said, voice low and rough, his fingers twisting my curls as he pulled me away from the window. "I ain’t finish."

My body twitched in protest, but my mouth fell open anyway. Automatic. Obedient. He guided me to the floor—on my knees again, this time in front of him.

"You took everything from him, now you finna take mine too," he muttered, already pulling his cock out, hard and leaking, the veins thick down the shaft. "Open that throat, baby. Be still."

I looked up, eyes glassy, lips parted. Jimmy’s thumb traced the corner of my mouth, slow—like he was giving me one second to reconsider.

I didn’t.

And that’s all he needed.

"That’s my girl," he murmured. Then he pushed in.

Not slow. Not gentle. Deep.

His dick slid past my tongue, hitting the back of my throat with one brutal stroke, making my eyes water instantly. My hands flew to his thighs, nails digging in as I choked around him.

"Fuck, yes," Jimmy hissed, his head falling back, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other bracing against the bed behind him. "That’s it. Take all this dick."

From the bed, Jey groaned, voice thick with approval. "Look at her, uce. Look how that throat open for you."

Jimmy looked down, sweat dripping from his temples as he rocked into my mouth with deep, controlled thrusts. "She a fuckin’ natural."

He didn’t let up.

He fucked my throat like it was a pussy—tight, wet, perfect. His hips snapped forward, cock hitting deep until my gag reflex disappeared under the weight of his dominance. Saliva spilled from my lips, dripping onto my chest.

"That’s right, baby. Make it messy," he grunted, hips stuttering now. "You gon’ swallow all this nut when I give it to you, ya hear me? Don’t waste a drop."

I nodded best I could, throat clenching around him as he twitched inside my mouth.

"Shit—fuck!"

His grip tightened, body jerking forward one last time as he spilled down my throat, cock pulsing, voice breaking as he let go.

"Swallow it," he growled, holding me there, tip still deep. "Take every fuckin’ drop, baby. Like that."

And I did. I swallowed around him, slow, deliberate, lips sealing around his shaft as I drained him, feeling every pulse, every ounce of what he’d been holding back.

When he finally pulled out, breathless and shaking, a string of spit and cum connected my lips to the tip. His thumb wiped it away, dragging across my bottom lip with a smirk.

"That’s what I needed," he murmured, voice hoarse. "Good fuckin’ girl."

Behind him, Jey chuckled, watching from the bed. "She official–official now, huh?"

Jimmy nodded, still catching his breath. "Stamped. Fuckin’ certified."

I sat there on my knees—mouth raw, body trembling, chin glistening—with Vegas twinkling behind me. My body wrecked. My throat full. My soul somewhere between theirs.

And they? Still not done with me.

The room never cooled off.

Not after Jimmy used my throat. Not after Jey painted my insides. Not after the sprinter, the window, the glass-slicked moans, the filthy declarations.

Because the night wasn’t over. Not for them. Not for the champ.

"C’mere, slut," Jey had growled sometime after he'd caught his breath, voice ragged, grabbing me by the hips and tossing me onto the mattress like I weighed nothing. "One more for the fuckin’ win."

I could barely speak. My body ached, raw and trembling. But I opened my legs for him again. Of course I did.

Jimmy watched from the other side, now fully rested, lazily stroking himself, grinning as Jey knelt between my thighs like he hadn’t just folded me an hour ago. "She really gon’ let us do her like this all night?"

Jey licked his lips, beard still damp from earlier. "She love this shit."

And he was right.

Because even as he pushed back into me, deeper than before, even as he slapped my ass and made me beg, made me scream—I still wanted it.

I wanted it when Jimmy slid into my mouth again from the side. I wanted it when they flipped me. When they spit in my mouth. When they held me open. When they told me how filthy, how perfect, how fuckin’ theirs I was.

It stopped being about sex. It became a ritual. A victory lap. A prize ceremony.

They treated me like their favorite trophy—used, fucked, shared—over and over, until the only sounds in the room were skin, breath, praise and filth.

The next morning, I woke up between them, the Vegas sun stretching across the bed in soft stripes of gold.

The room smelled like sex and sweat and skin, but the chaos had quieted. Everything felt warm. Still.

Jey was the first to stir, his tattooed arm wrapped around my waist, his Cuban link now resting on the pillow. His breath was slow and steady, lips brushing my shoulder as he muttered, "Mornin’, mama."

Jimmy kissed the side of my neck from behind. "You okay, baby? Need anything?"

My throat was sore. My body was sore. But my heart? Floating.

"I’m good," I whispered, voice scratchy but soft. "I’m… really good."

Jey chuckled against my back. "You was wild last night."

"You mean y’all were wild," I mumbled, smiling.

Jimmy kissed my cheek again. "Nah. You handled all that. Like a fuckin’ champ’s girl should."

Jey propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with a sleepy grin. "You ain’t just nasty for us, baby. You our prize. Last night? That was us celebratin’. But today? Today we take care of you."

And they did.

Jimmy helped me sit up, hands careful. Jey ran a bath. They fed me those white chocolate covered strawberries. Kissed every bruise.

No cameras. No noise. Just the two of them—soft, protective, mine.

From slut to princess. From ragdoll to royalty.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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