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miriam

“I’m thinking for the future, gotta keep them off the streets and keeping busy.” Miri reached up to fiddle with her earring, grinning at Ryker’s relish of the phrase ‘blow shit up.” Curly hair shook out and she bit back a laugh, “And here I was thinking that her Sundays were for worship.”

“You trying to be a representative for the youth? Advocate for the assholes?” He questioned with a laugh, as if he hadn’t been one of those very assholes he was referring to. “Oh, they are. She just isn’t worshiping God.”

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raleigh

“Oh, so now you wanna bug me? What if I already had plans, hm? How dickish of you.” 

“How dickish of you to think I’d care. All previous plans are cancelled when it comes to me.”

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roni

“You still a social pariah?” Her gaze followed his, but her fingers continued drumming. “Have you always looked like  a naked mole rat?” 

“Guess you’re not privy to Jackal news, shame.” He sneered easily, stepping closer as he eyed her. “Wouldn’t that mean I’m hairless? You know, I knew you weren’t all that smart, but this is an all time low.”

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roni

As if obnoxiously popping bubblegum in the silenced supermarket wasn’t enough of a disturbance, Veronica drummed her fingers against the handle of her cart. The beat louder and faster than the droning elevator music humming in the background. The brush of her shoulder yanked her away from thoughts; her visceral reaction unmanaged. “Can I help you?” A clear tone of aggression. “The banana sale is over there, asshole.” 

“Thanks Weasel, but I think I’m all good for now.” He spoke as his gaze dropped to where her fingers had been drumming, “Have you always been this annoying?”

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“Come on, you fucker. We’re gonna get drunk and do some questionable shit. Not taking no for an answer.”

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miriam

“Explosives?” Miri shook her head, “No. We need to get a whole band of youths with saws to start working on it– keeps them busy and gets the job done. Eventually the whole of the Keys will just break away.” She offered a close lipped smile, nodding. “But, does she know?”

“Youths with saws? Nah, see that’s no fun. Explosives, now those are fun. I’d rather blow some shit up.” He grinned at his own words. A brow peaked at her question, “How do you think she and I met? We sure as shit didn’t meet at church.”

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miriam

“Maybe we should all just let it sink slowly into the ocean, let the old people and the trailer trash figure their way out on their own.” Miri wrapped her jacket tighter around herself, feeling the bag in the inside pocket crinkle with the fabric. He was charming and she smiled in return, gesturing to the concealed sale that they had just made. “Would you?”

“Ya’know, I like your kind of thinking. How much explosives you think it’d take to just get it down?” He posed the question with a mock look of seriousness upon his face, but it was all too soon that the smirk was returning in full force. A single hand lifted, pointer and thump pressed together as he drew them across his lips, “Your secret is safe with me.”

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shay

“It’s also my favorite way.” Life with Ryker had somehow shifted from complication with an unrequited twist to simplicity, the pair of them slotting together like puzzle pieces in more ways than one. At the drawl of his Boston accent, she nearly began lifting the fabric of his shirt until the words sunk in. “Hey, woah. You’re only the bitch boy if you let yourself believe it.” Just as soon as she spoke, the apartment door seemed to rattle with an aggressive knock. “Did you hear that?” Tilting around his broad shoulders as the sound reverberated through the small space once more, she pulled out of Ryker’s arms to find one of his oversized t-shirts to cover the fact that she wasn’t wearing much at all. “It’s probably the landlord again, I hear the neighbors don’t like our noise level.”

There was a contented hum at her words, a sound of agreement to the best way of sharing body heat. Then again, he would agree to anything involving them together with a lack of clothing. “Thanks for the pep talk, babe,” he responded in a teasing tone, smirk remaining fixed to his lips. That is, until the commotion at the front door of their home. “Kind of hard not to,” he spoke as he reluctantly stepped back, gaze shifting over his shoulder towards where the front door was. Leaving his leather jacket on the ground, he stepped through the hallway back towards the door, “Fuck the neighbors. Lonely shitheads.” Perhaps it was foolish of him, to reach for the doorknob before checking to see who was on the other side. Unlocking the door, he’d barely pulled it open before it was roughly shoved towards him. His mouth opened to release a string of words, but he was cut off by a curled fist connecting with his nose, blood instantly flowing, “What the fuck?”

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shay

“Well you do stay here most of the time,” she pointed out. “Not that that’s a complaint.” If anything, it had never felt more like a home until Ryker had come to stay with her two months ago. His leather jacket took up permanent residence here along with a tooth brush and other various articles of clothing. “You betcha.” Grinning up at him as that familiar electricity surged beneath her skin at his touch, she pushed up on her toes to capture him in a longing kiss. “How was your night?” Not that it was over by any means.

“Home sweet home then,” he teased as he reduced the space that separated him from her. It was strange for him, though he hadn’t exactly admitted it. That he’d gone from a man of one night stands and never letting another sleep over, to being in a committed relationship and practically living at his girlfriend’s house. The complete one-eighty that he’d done still made his head spin. “They say skin to skin is the best way to shift body heat,” he cooed moments before her lips pressed to his. Hands slid away from her hips, along her back so that he could pull her forward, holding her against him. “Fucking shit,” he spoke against her lips, “practically the bitch boy of the gang now.”

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dylan

“Hey, Sorry to bother you,” Dylan mumbled as she walked up to someone and eyed their hands for a moment, wondering if what they were playing with was what she wanted. “Don’t happen to have a spare cigarette and lighter laying around, do you?” 

“Why don’t you go confiscate them off someone who’s afraid of your pretty little badge?” He questioned in a mocking tone, his dislike for cops even stronger than it was before.

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miriam

“I think I got it in one of my podcasts. Why does all the worst shit happen in Florida?” She shuddered, adjusting her jacket on her narrow shoulders. “Don’t you think the world would just improve if it all sunk into the ocean?” She grinned, nodding. “Leather jacket, good hair. Ryker Dawson.” Her brows lifted, “Does she know you deal drugs?” Miri almost paused, knowing that Shay– and the rest of her acquaintances, were under the impression that she was squeaky clean.

“Cause it’s fucking Florida. Ain’t got shit to do but drugs, or mess with some crocs,” he returned, lifting his shoulders only briefly with the words. “Fuck, everyone would be croc and shark bait. Hell with it, never been to Florida, and never fucking want to.” A brow curved at her words, lifting ever so slightly, “My signature look.” He responded with an easy smirk. “If I say no, would you rat me out to her?” He questioned curiously, lips still curved into that careless smirk.

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shay

Perhaps if she were any other person, Shay might have felt some concern about the fact that her significant other went ‘to work’ at all hours of the night, securing illegal deals and running with people who supported them. Yet wasn’t that precisely how they first met so long ago? “It’s about time you got home,” she teased from the bedroom doorway once the front door opened to reveal just the man she’d been waiting for. “You ever notice how cold it gets in bed when you’re not wearing any clothes?” @rykerdawscn

Everything had ultimately changed since his presumed betrayal. Despite the years he had with the Jackals under his belt, he was handed jobs as if he’d only just started. Trust was a hard thing to earn back, and he wasn’t even sure that’s what he was working at. Even if he was up all hours of the night, hearing that sweet voice welcome him back was enough to make it worth it. “Home, huh?” He teased as he moved through the home, discarding the leather jacket he truly wasn’t seen without. “Is this your way of asking me to warm you up?” He cooed as he moved closer, dropping his jacket so that hands could find their place on her hips.

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miriam

“I recently read an article about that guy who did bath salts and ended up eating someone’s face,” Miri said, lifting her shoulders. “Constant vigilance or whatever.” Her head tilted in recognition of the name– she had always been terrible with them, but the jacket, the grin, it made her pause. “Wait, do you know Shay?”

“Oh fuck, now that was a good story. Even if I never cared for bath salts, that shit solidified it for me,” he spoke through a laugh, shaking his head at the recollection of the story. “You hear bout that Florida guy who bit into his own mouth to spit blood at the cops?” Ryker liked to keep up to date on ridiculous stories involving influenced individuals. At the mention of Shay, he chuckled softly, “Yeah, I know Shay. She’s my girlfriend.”

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miriam

“And this isn’t going to make me start chewing someone’s ear off in a parking lot?” Miri asked dubiously, weighing the small bag in her palm. Dealing with the Jackals wasn’t new to her, but the fact that they had sent someone so– fresh faced was. Dark eyes glanced up at the man beside her in the car. He didn’t look dangerous, but uncertainty gnawed at her. “What’s your name, again?

“I mean --- I wouldn’t do too much of it at once,” he chided in the most serious manner he could take on in that moment. It didn’t last long however, a smirk soon forming, “Nah, you won’t go all zombie on someone.” Hands now void of the baggie he had passed over, they slid into the pockets of his leather jacket. Despite Harlow talking of burning it, he still very much wore it. “Ryker.”

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maria

Maria didn’t want to believe anything he was saying right now, but what else could she believe? And she trusted that he was telling the truth. She had to trust any of the Jackals. They were her family. They always had been. “Then un-complicate it. I don’t understand why you wouldn’t have come to any of us. Now Alejandro is locked up. And for what? An ‘it’s complicated’? Come on, Ryker.” A sigh left her mouth, her hands running through her hair. “Are you good? Like nothing’s going on, right?”

There wasn’t a single part of Ryker that would fault any of the Jackals for not believing him. Hell, he hardly gave them reason to with his short answers and evading the real reason. A hand swept across his face, a heavy sigh parting his lips. It was complicated, in so many more ways than one. And he honestly didn’t know if it would ever not be. “There’s a video,” he finally blurted out, dropping his hand to lift his gaze to Maria. “There’s a video that could implicate me in Alexis’ death. Someone used it against me.” Shoulders slumped as the words parted from him, as if a weight had been lifted from them.