#file zilla

[uceyliyahh]

GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, fighting, oral (m receiving), self pleasure.

word count: 7.1k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

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.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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Fort Wayne, Texas - 2:30PM

Genesis took the day off from work today to prepare for an exciting photoshoot. As she sat in the makeup chair, a stylist expertly curled her hair, and she passed the time by scrolling through her social media feeds.

While she was engaged in that task, a notification popped up on her screen, revealing a text from Jey.

Brothaa💪🏽📍: Gigi come get yo’ man

She chuckled at his message.

Gigi🤍: he’s not my man yet we haven’t made it official 

Brothaa💪🏽📍: still come get him he’s back acting out today bc you ain’t here rn fool actin like a feral dog rn

She was aware that this would occur during her absence. She understood just how needy Jimmy could be, and the wild part was—she adored it.

Gigi🤍: tell him I’ll be there to visit him later 

Brothaa💪🏽📍: yk he don’t wanna hear none of that Gigi 😭😭 he wants you here now 😭

Gigi🤍: too bad he’s going have to wait tell him I said to be a good boy and he’ll get something in return 🙂‍↕️

Brothaa💪🏽📍: aight then have fun at yo’ little photoshoot then sis 

Gigi🤍: byeee

Genesis resumed her endless scroll through social media, her mind drifting back to that incident at his mother's house with him and Zilla, a moment that had left her in silence ever since.

The final words she received from Zilla were that he intended to come for her, holding her responsible for her ex-husband's hospitalization due to Jimmy's gunfire—but could anyone truly fault him? Jimmy had always been fiercely protective of her, so it was only natural for him to act.

As the hairstylist finished curling her hair, Genesis gazed into the mirror, admiring her vibrant, bouncy curls. She expressed her gratitude to the stylist while playfully tousling her hair with her fingers.

As the hairstylist finished curling her hair, Genesis gazed into the mirror, admiring her vibrant, bouncy curls. She expressed her gratitude to the stylist while playfully tousling her hair with her fingers.

“Girl! You look absolutely gorgeous.” Danny said.

“Thank you Danny, are you ready for me?” Genesis asked as Danny nodded his head.

Genesis rose from the makeup chair, trailing behind Danny as they approached the camera. The bright lights and extensive camera gear loomed before her; it was her very first experience in such a setting.

If she were truly honest with herself, she would admit to feeling quite anxious; however, deep down, she was confident that she would excel.

In the center of the scene, she adjusted her outfit, ensuring everything looked perfect as the camera clicked away. She struck a variety of poses, with Danny enthusiastically cheering her on from behind, which greatly eased her frayed nerves.

She flaunted her face and body, revealing everything as they kept capturing her beauty on camera—if Jimmy were present at that moment, he would be utterly speechless, unable to resist the urge to tear her clothes away in an instant.

“You look good Gigi!” Danny shouted behind the camera.

Genesis struck a few more poses before the photo session came to a halt—she strolled over to Danny, who was reviewing the shots, and wow, she looked stunning.

“Damn I look like a snack!” She exclaimed.

“No, honey you really do look so good. How come a man hasn’t snatched you up yet?” Deep down, Genesis realized that Jimmy was the one who had swept her off her feet and was looking after her with great care.

Genesis shrugged her shoulders, “ I don’t know Danny, a man wouldn’t know how to handle me.”

Danny had tapped his fingers while smiling, “clock that tea babes, let’s continue on with the photoshoot.” Genesis gave a slight nod, fully aware that she was being completely dishonest about her previous statement.

She preferred to keep her affairs private, and Jimmy was the only one who understood her completely; he was the perfect man for her.

—

Once she finished snapping photos and slipped into a fresh outfit, she noticed someone entering the building, carrying a bouquet of flowers, approaching her with a warm smile.

A vibrant bunch of crimson roses instantly brightened her face with joy as she eagerly accepted them, expressing her gratitude before they could turn to leave. Her eyes caught sight of a small card nestled among the blooms, prompting her to carefully extract it and read the heartfelt message inside.

‘Hey Baby, I miss you so much right now. I hope everything is okay during your photoshoot. If something happens, let me know, and hurry up so I can see yo’ cute ass.’ Xoxo Jonathan 

She laughed softly at the adorable note on the card, inhaling the fragrance of the roses he had gifted her, just as she noticed Danny approaching with a playful grin on his face.

“Alright girl, who's the lucky guy?” He asked, nudging her on the shoulders.

Genesis shot him an exasperated glance as she focused intensely on her chess game. "There's someone important who wants me to visit him after my photoshoot because he misses me," she replied, setting the bouquet of roses down on the table.

“Ohhh, is y'all dating or made it official yet?” Genesis preferred to keep their relationship under wraps, adding an element of intrigue for those online and in their lives, allowing others to speculate freely.

“All imma say is our relationship is private Danny, that’s all you need to know honey.” They exchanged amused glances and laughter as they strolled toward the center, with Danny positioning himself behind the cameras.

Just as they were about to begin the photoshoot, a ruckus from outside piqued their curiosity—she recognized a voice that sent chills down her spine, compelling her to move closer to uncover the identity of the person behind it.

At that moment, she froze, her eyes widening at the sight of Zilla's battered face as he struggled against the security guards, desperate to reach her.

“Gigi! Baby! Tell these fools to let me in!” Zilla shouted.

Danny came up to her before speaking, “is that the guy who sent you the flowers?” 

Genesis shook her head, explaining that the flowers were sent by one of his older cousins. She added that Zilla was someone who had unrealistic expectations. Just then, she noticed a security guard approaching her.

“Ma’am do you know this man?” One of the security guards asked.

Genesis glanced at Zilla, then turned to the security guard, shaking her head before speaking. "I have no idea who that man is, please escort him out." The guard acknowledged her request and led the man away from her and Danny.

Her heart raced wildly, a heavy lump lodged in her throat as she struggled to swallow, confronted by him after narrowly escaping a brutal attack from his cousin—she pressed her hand against her chest, taking deep breaths to steady herself.

“Genesis! You hear me calling you!” She paid no attention to him as she made her way back to the cameras positioned in the center.

She refused to allow him to sabotage her current happiness just because he desired something from her—especially since Jimmy had already shattered her five-year vow of celibacy. What more could Zilla possibly expect from her now?

“You good to continue Gigi?” 

“Yeah, let’s continue with this Danny.”

After finishing her evening photoshoot, Genesis decided it was time to catch the twins' match. As she headed to her car, a voice called out her name, startling her. To her surprise, it was Zilla, the very person she had been trying to dodge. With a heavy sigh, she rolled her eyes at this unforeseen meeting.

He extended his arms to pull her close, but she softly resisted, her face etched with seriousness. She just lacked the strength to deal with his antics, particularly as she was feeling under the weather at that moment.

“Nigga don’t fucking touch me.” Genesis spat while folding her arms.

“Damn baby girl, this how you treat me? When all I want is yo’ cute ass?” Zilla said as Genesis scoffed at him.

“Nigga all you want is this coochie which you will never get after what you have done to me.” 

Zilla stood with his hands firmly on his hips, exhaling a deep sigh of exasperation. He longed for Genesis to find a way to overcome her past, yet he recognized that forgetting such a traumatic experience, which had etched deep wounds into her soul, was beyond her reach.

“C’mon now Gigi, you know Jimmy ain’t the right one for you shawty.” 

Genesis scoffed with a sharp laugh, her head shaking in disbelief. “and you think you the right one? Boy if you don’t get the fuck out my face.” Genesis swung open her car door and slid inside, decisively closing it behind her before igniting the engine.

“Gigi, c’mon shawty I was the first one to get yo’ number he wasn’t even thinking about you.” 

“I only gave you my number because you seemed desperate unlike Jimmy who was just himself and didn’t seem desperate like you.” Genesis sped away, leaving Zilla in a state of shock.

She was astonished that this idiot was still on his feet and acting as if nothing had happened after his cousin had pummeled him, all while insisting that Jimmy wasn't the right choice for her—yet deep down, she knew without a doubt that Jimmy was indeed the one for her.

Her affection for him ran far deeper than she ever thought possible, evident in the way he nurtured her well-being and showered her with thoughtful dates and gifts, demonstrating his love and desire to keep her safe.

He fiercely guarded her, particularly from his cousin and her former husband who was allied with Zilla—Jimmy would not hesitate to harm anyone who threatened Genesis.

He did not play about her.

—

As Genesis strolled toward the gorilla position, she arrived just in time to catch the tag team match, spotting Jackie sprinting toward her with a beaming smile.

“Girl! Where have you been? I missed you!” Jackie said while hugging Genesis.

“I told you I had a photoshoot today girl, did I miss anything?” Genesis asked.

"Indeed! What was Trinity doing flirting with Jimmy?" Genesis's face shifted to one of confusion. "What do you mean she was flirting with him?"

Jackie recounted the events that unfolded during her absence at the photoshoot, revealing that Trinity was all over Jimmy—pleading with him to abandon Genesis and choose her instead. She couldn't help but touch his glistening, oiled torso before his match against his twin.

Genesis laughed softly, playfully pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek. Was it really possible for her to be free of drama?

“Jimmy did push her away if you wanted to know what he did, he looked so uncomfortable too.” She commented.

“Thanks for telling me this, because imma have to deal with her ass after their match.” Jackie nodded in understanding, sensing that some drama was about to unfold—she and Jackie made their way to the gorilla to catch the match together.

As Genesis shared her photoshoot images with Jackie, her gaze was fixed on the screen, admiring her man who looked incredibly handsome and tempting. However, they were at work, so they had to maintain a professional demeanor.

“Gigi, these are literally beautiful girl, everyone will like your post.” She complimented.

“Yeah, until someone had to come and ruin it. Like can I live my life in peace without drama.” 

“Zilla? He came to the photoshoot? Why?”

Genesis shrugged her shoulders, “because this nigga believes that Jimmy isn’t the right one for me and just wanted me to forget about what he had done to me it just pissed me off.” 

This was never her desire; the turmoil with Zilla and the complications with Trinity felt overwhelming—especially when she was already burdened with Quincy’s nonsense, and now she had to face even more chaos.

“Does Jimmy know?” 

“Nah, he doesn’t but if I tell him. He’s going to be pissed, it's bad enough he wants to kill him and Quincy.”

“I heard he’s in the hospital right now, did he shoot him or something?” Genesis watched intently, her head nodding in approval as she observed Jey land a powerful super kick right to Xavier's face on the screen.

Just as something on the screen captured her attention, she spotted Trinity emerging from the barricade, attempting to divert Jimmy's focus from his match. Jimmy, noticing her, turned around and ran his fingers through his hair, urging her to go away.

Despite his discomfort, she remained unyielding, her hands exploring his body in a way that stirred a complex mix of emotions within Genesis as he gazed down at her.

But was she really going to just sit there and let this girl all over her man? Absolutely not! She sprang up from her seat, striding towards the ringside, ready to confront this woman—oh, and Genesis was more than ready for a showdown today.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Genesis stormed onto the scene, visibly furious, while Trinity stood poised for battle—she had been eagerly anticipating this moment for ages.

“Bitch! What the fuck you got going on!” Genesis shouted.

“I’m just touching on what’s mine that didn’t belong to you in the first place bitch!” Trinity hissed as she charged towards Genesis, and the two clashed in a fierce battle.

Trinity yanked at her hair, unleashing a storm of punches to her face as the crowd roared in excitement. Genesis managed to pin Trinity down, looming over her and pressing her head against the unforgiving floor. With a rapid succession of blows, she hammered Trinity's face, splitting her lip in vengeance for the earlier hits she had endured.

One thing about Genesis she didn’t play when it came to Jimmy.

She rose to her feet, grabbing Trinity by the hair and dragging her around like a ragdoll, delivering punches to her abdomen as she slammed Trinity against the pole, sending her crashing to the ground once more.

Genesis stepped underneath the ring, seized a kendo stick, and advanced toward Trinity, mercilessly striking her repeatedly as Trinity's screams of anguish echoed in the air.

With a sudden crack, the kendo stick splintered, and she seized Trinity by her hair, yanking her upward. In a swift motion, Trinity pulled Genesis down to the ground, and with a fierce stance, she unleashed a devastating kick to Genesis's abdomen, eliciting a wave of pain that contorted her features.

“Stupid bitch! He belongs to me!” Trinity let out an exasperated hiss as she continued to deliver powerful kicks to her own midsection.

At the same time, Jimmy observed the entire scene as Kofi nearly landed a super kick to his face, but he quickly retaliated with a super kick of his own just as Jey tagged him in to confront Xavier.

As Jimmy ascended the turnbuckle, he executed a flawless Samoan drop on Xavier, slamming him onto the mat. Meanwhile, he observed Genesis and Trinity fiercely battling it out. Seizing the moment, Jimmy spotted Xavier rising to his feet and swiftly struck him with the Whisper of the Wind, landing the move with precision.

Ascending the turnbuckle once more, he launched himself at Xavier with his iconic Uso Splash, pinning him to the mat just as the referee counted to three, signaling the victory. They had successfully defended their tag team championship once again, while Jimmy slipped out of the ring to embrace Genesis in a triumphant hold.

With a swift motion, Genesis twisted Trinity's ankle, sending her crashing to the ground with a pained scream. Taking advantage of the situation, Genesis forcefully pinned her down, climbing on top to leave a mark—a bruise and a swollen eye that would serve as a painful reminder of their clash.

“Yo, Yo, CHILL!” Jimmy's powerful voice resonated as he encircled Genesis' waist, effortlessly lifting her away from Trinity while Jey positioned himself between them.

“Get the fuck off of me!” Genesis hollered, still kicking her legs, “get off of me! Lemme’ whoop this bitch ass Jimmy! She had no right!”

With a fierce determination, she broke free from Jimmy's hold, shoving past Jey as she seized Trinity by the hair, forcefully slamming her against the barricade. She relentlessly stomped on her, driving her into the ground repeatedly until Jimmy intervened, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her away.

“Genesis, you proved your point, mama! Look at me!” She halted abruptly, her gaze locked onto his; if looks had the power to slay, he would have perished on the spot, for her eyes were drilling deep into his very essence. “She had no fucking right to be touching you like that.”

Trinity rose from the dirt, disheveled and battered, with a split lip and a blackened eye, muttering curses under her breath and shooting daggers at her opponents, fully aware that a second round was out of the question with Jimmy and Jey watching closely.

As the referees and officials approached the ringside, Jey swiftly intervened, gesturing for them to back off. “we cool over here.” He said smoothly. “We good uce.”

Jimmy guided Genesis into the locker room he shared with Jey, wrapping his arm around her waist, fully aware that she might bolt to complete her task.

He swung the door open, allowing her to step in ahead of him. As he followed, he closed the door and tossed his shirt onto the couch, noticing her casually leaning against the table with her arms crossed.

As Jimmy approached her, he could feel the lingering tension in the air. He gently rested his hands on her hips, and as she gazed into his warm chocolate brown eyes, he leaned in to plant a tender kiss on her neck, causing her to melt into his embrace.

She attempted to maintain her anger and frustration, but his tender, wet kisses trailing from her neck to her jawline melted her resolve, causing her body to surrender to his unexpected affection.

In that moment, she released her embrace, feeling him hoist her by the thighs and carry her to the sofa, where she settled onto his lap, her arms encircling his neck.

He planted soft kisses on her lips, then gently gripped her throat to intensify the kiss. Their tongues entwined passionately as he playfully smacked her left cheek, eliciting a soft whimper from her between their shared breaths.

She despised how he always found a way to soothe her whenever she felt upset or furious, particularly over trivial matters like this, and to make matters worse, he had the audacity to miss her after being absent all day.

“I missed so much mama.” Jimmy murmured between her lips.

“I missed you too.” Genesis murmured back while her fingers were tangled up in his curls.

They pulled away from each other while Jimmy gave her a few more kisses on the lips before glancing up at her smiling. “God, I hate how you can make me calm down because I wanted to beat the fuck out of her.”

He chuckled at her bratty attitude, “I don’t need my baby getting fired at her job over her aight? She ain’t even worth your time mama.” He wasn't mistaken, but she simply couldn't afford to engage with Trinity's nonsense after everything she had already endured today.

However, she was uncertain about revealing to him that Zilla had interrupted her during the shoot today, a fact that Jimmy seemed to already pick up on due to her silence. “What’chu gotta tell me mamas?”

“Damn, how you know I had something to tell you? Can you read my mind or something?”

“Gigi, I’ve known you since you joined this company. I know when something is wrong so what’s up.” She sighed deeply while folding her arms. “Zilla pulled up today at my shoot.”

In an instant, she noticed his smile fade, replaced by a scowl, and she realized that her words had struck a nerve, leaving him visibly upset.

“What? Did he do anything to you?” 

“No, security had dragged him out, but after my shoot he did catch up to me while I was heading towards my car.”

“What he say?”

She sighed, “he said that you weren't the one for me and that I should just forget about what happened between me and him.” Jimmy let out a grim chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief, fully aware that his cousin wouldn't grasp the lesson until he was six feet under, resting in a coffin.

“He must’ve forgotten what happened to his ass over at my mamas crib—that fool.” Jimmy said.

“You know he’s not going to stop until I’m with him.” Genesis commented.

“I know, but that won’t happen when I’m around you. He needs to keep it pushing or imma kill him baby you know this.” Genesis was well aware of Jimmy's wild side—she had witnessed him battered and bloodied from his brawls with Zilla, all because of her.

Jimmy hand wrapped around her throat as he pulled her face closer to his, “you know I’m crazy right? I’m crazy about you Gigi.” His voice was hoarse and gravelly, sending chills racing down her spine.

“I know baby, I know that you’re crazy about me.” Jimmy had kissed her lips. “You’re something dangerous mamas.”

“Fool don’t even know how to handle you, or pleasure you like I do baby—he don’t.” He pressed his lips against her neck, gently sucking as Genesis tilted her head to the side, granting him greater access to her warmth.

“J-Jimmy.” She moaned softly.

“C’mere baby.” He turned them over while she reclined on her side on the couch, his knee resting on it as he pulled her skirt off and shifted her panties aside. “Been missing yo’ cute ass all day mama.”

He loosened his belt and slid down his jeans and boxers, revealing his impressive eight-inch erection, glistening with pre-cum at the tip. With his hands firmly grasping Genesis's hips, he thrust himself into her, eliciting a shared moan from both of them.

“O-oh, fuck. Jimmy.”

“Mhm, lemme fuck this pretty pussy out princess.”

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Genesis and Jimmy enjoyed a leisurely stroll outside Fort Wayne, hand in hand, engaging in conversation. During their walk, they discovered a bench where they paused to take in the beautiful cityscape.

Genesis rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes flicking through her social media feed, watching the likes pour in on her latest post. She felt his hand gently resting on her thigh, drawing her gaze upward to meet his eyes, a smile lighting up her face.

She gazed into his deep chocolate brown eyes, attempting to decipher his expression, but for some inexplicable reason, she found herself unable to do so, which sent a shiver of fear through her. It was as if he had unspoken words lingering on his lips, or thoughts swirling in his mind, waiting to be revealed.

As she averted her eyes from his intense stare, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, prompting a soft chuckle from him.

Jimmy begins to say, “what I can’t look at you?”

“No, you can look at me but don’t be staring for too long it makes me nervous.” Genesis said.

“I make you nervous baby?” He asked.

“Yes, all the time whenever I’m near you.” She said.

Jimmy acknowledged the power he held over her emotions, a power his cousin lacked, as the latter sought only to satisfy his own desires.

“The view is nice and the breeze feels great out here.”

Yeah, ion wanna leave here honestly. They have some good food down here.”

“Fat ass.” Genesis playfully elbowed him as he locked her in a headlock, teasingly ruffling her hair with his knuckles while she protested with a whine. “Oh my fucking god you asshole.” 

With a burst of determination, she wriggled free from the headlock, eager to turn the tables and ensnare him in one of her own for some sweet revenge. However, her plan quickly unraveled as he effortlessly tossed her over his shoulders, spinning her around in a playful whirl while she called out his name in a mix of surprise and delight.

She flailed her legs like a playful child, striking his shoulders and pleading for him to cease, as dizziness began to overwhelm her.

“Okay, okay, Jimmy! Okay!” She hollered.

He halted the twirling, gently setting her back on her feet while keeping a firm grip on her waist to steady her—her vision was blurred, prompting her to shut her eyes momentarily to gather her senses before reopening them to meet his gaze.

Jimmy gazed at her stunning figure from top to bottom, his lips moist and shimmering under the soft glow of the streetlight. “You’re so pretty mamas, so fucking pretty.” He complimented.

“You’re handsome too, fine at that like phew lord.” He chuckled at her softly while keeping his hands on her hips. “I do have a surprise for you though.”

“You know I’m actually scared of your surprises, but now I’m curious.” Jimmy reached into his jeans pocket and retrieved a tiny pink velvet box. Its size led Genesis to believe it contained a necklace or some trinket, but as he opened it and knelt before her, her heart raced with anticipation.

Inside the box, she discovered a stunning double band ring. Uncertain of his intentions for the evening, she sensed that this was no ordinary surprise; it was something truly unique and extraordinary.

“You know I love you right?” Jimmy said.

She nodded her head.

“But this type of love between us has been so good and I started to realize how deeply in love I am with you Gigi.” Her heart froze at those familiar words—the very ones Quincy had spoken during his proposal. But in that moment, she understood that Jimmy was not Quincy; he was an entirely different man altogether.

“I think about you all day and every single night when you are not near me mamas—you're like a drug that I needed and I cannot let that go.” He gently grasped her hand, removing the promise ring he had gifted her for her birthday, and replaced it with the elegant double band rings nestled inside the box.

The double band ring on her finger sparkled in the light, a beautiful distraction as she struggled to contain her emotions.

“I want you to be mine, mine forever baby. Lemme heal yo’ scars if you let me Gigi.” All she ever desired was for someone to sweep her off her feet and mend the scars she had been struggling to heal alone for so long, and Jimmy was the perfect person to do just that.

In mere moments, she sensed her feelings fading, her eyes glazing over as she nodded. Jimmy rose from his knees and enveloped her in a tight embrace, while she wept into his chest, soaking his shirt with her tears.

Jimmy gently caressed her hair, planting a soft kiss on her head as he reassured her of his unwavering support, vowing to protect her from anyone who might try to interfere—he was the one who would mend her wounds and alleviate the burdens she carried.

He wished for her to be more forthcoming, to seek him out whenever she felt the need for support, rather than retreating to solitude to weep when he was right there to comfort her.

“I’m right here Gigi, you mine until I marry you.” Jimmy cooed at her.

With her clumped lashes glistening and her eyes swollen from tears, she gazed up at him, prompting him to gently brush the tears from her cheeks with his thumb.

He planted a lingering, gentle kiss on her lips, and as she noticed the sheen of her lip gloss now adorning his, a soft chuckle escaped her lips.

“What?”

“Nothing, you just got my lip gloss on your lips honey.” 

Jimmy pressed his lips together before leaning in for another kiss, craving more. Genesis responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as it turned slow and passionate, his tongue gently exploring her mouth in a swirling dance.

Her fingers wove through his tousled curls as his hands glided down to cradle her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze—she could sense the warmth of his saliva mingling with hers, creating a slick sensation in their mouths.

She sensed his rigid arousal pressing against her through the fabric of his jeans, fully aware of the impact she had on him.

“You drive me crazy mamas.” He murmured between her lips.

“You do too Jimmy.” She murmured back.

She drew back from him, showering his neck with soft, lingering kisses, prompting him to clutch her curves more firmly as she lifted his shirt, trailing her warm, wet kisses down his torso until she knelt before him, teasingly tugging at his waistband.

“Damn, out here baby? You’re so nasty.” 

As she loosened his belt, she slid down his jeans and boxers, revealing his impressive eight-inch member that playfully smacked against her face. With a teasing flick of her tongue, she wrapped it around his shaft, playfully tapping it against her taste buds.

Just before she could savor the moment, she started to apply the tip, which was dripping with pre-cum, onto her lips, smearing it like a glossy lip balm, while Jimmy gently held her chin, looking down into her wide, innocent eyes.

“You gon’ eat this dick up baby?” 

She kissed the tip of his cock, “yes daddy, imma eat up so good.” 

Again this is the type of shit that he loved her freaky side it just did something to him bringing that out of her, “c’mon then, suck this dick up baby. This yo’ dick mama.” She began to stroke him in a steady rhythm before enveloping him with her mouth, causing him to arch his back in pure bliss as she kept her eyes locked on him.

Genesis moved her head in a rhythmic motion, her fingers gliding up and down his shaft while her tongue teasingly traced the tip, relishing the delightful sounds of his moans as she reveled in her power.

With one hand entwined in her hair, he sensed Genesis pulling him further in, battling to keep his hips from instinctively thrusting, completely consumed by the ecstasy of the experience.

He experienced her hand gripping him while her tongue danced along his shaft, tightening his thighs in response to the sensation. She continued her oral delight, briefly gagging, but soon adjusted her throat to accommodate him more fully.

She enveloped him with her mouth, experiencing a slight struggle as waves of intense pleasure surged through her. Her tongue glided over his length, causing him to shudder and quiver with ecstasy.

“Hmm, fuck gigi. sucking this dick so good mamas.” A low, rumbling moan escaped his lips as Genesis's fingers glided under his hoodie, tracing every contour of his chest.

“Keep touching me baby, I’m all yours.” 

Genesis felt a pulsating desire coursing through her, her arousal creating a warm pool that soaked her panties. With a deft movement, she shifted her panties aside and began to caress her sensitive folds in gentle, circular motions.

As Jimmy looked down, he saw her indulging in her own pleasure while satisfying him, and the sight ignited a fire within him, prompting him to thrust his hips, driving himself deeper into her mouth.

“Keep playing with that pussy mamas, lemme fuck yo’ throat baby.” Jimmy grunted as he thrust deeply into her throat, making her gag once more. “Relax it baby, relax yo’ throat for me mamas.”

She inhaled deeply through her nose, loosening the tension in her throat as he pressed further inside her, eliciting a loud groan from him while Genesis caressed her intimate areas.

As he continued to push deeper into her mouth, Genesis kept her eyes shut, avoiding his gaze. This only made him clutch her hair more firmly. "Look at me, Gigi. I want to see how much you enjoy this, baby," he urged. She finally opened her eyes, innocence shining through as she swirled her tongue around his tip.

“Mhmm, just like that mama. Fuck you look so pretty like this.” Genesis parted her lips more, allowing him to find a better angle within the inviting warmth of her mouth.

He pushed deeper into her mouth, letting drool spill from her lips to the floor as their eyes locked. He could feel her cheeks sink in and her tongue explore him, prompting him to throw his head back in ecstasy.

As he thrust deeper into her throat, almost reaching a limit, Jimmy bit his lip and gazed down at her with intense, desire-filled eyes. He adjusted her head to alter the angle, then drove his hips forward, gliding along the contour of her throat.

Genesis was rhythmically tightening and loosening her grip, her eyes rolling back as she sensed the slickness of her own arousal glistening on her fingers.

She took him in her mouth, feeling a thrilling mix of pleasure and discomfort as she struggled to accommodate him. The sensation intensified as his fullness pressed against her throat, prompting her to relax and let him slide deeper, the weight of him resting against her chin.

In the stillness of the night, with no one to witness, his low moans and vulgar words echoed softly, but neither he nor she seemed to mind the solitude.

“Nasty slut baby, so fucking nasty. This dick was made for you princess. You gon’ get this nut up?” He grunted as Genesis nodded her head obeying him.

Genesis quickened her movements, her fingers dancing within her as the sensation threatened to overwhelm her in mere moments.

Jimmy found a captivating rhythm as he thrust into her throat, chasing his pleasure, and the delightful sound of her gurgling around him brought a satisfied smirk to his lips.

She inhaled deeply through her nose to steady herself as Jimmy took her from behind. She focused on loosening her throat, aware that each involuntary clench only heightened his desire.

She repeatedly plunged her fingers in and out of her slick core, stimulating her g-spot with each motion, all while her thoughts were consumed by him in this moment.

As he forcefully thrust into her throat, Genesis experienced an overwhelming sensation of desire, her core pulsating and yearning for his caress. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, and drool trickled onto her chest as she continued to pleasure herself with her fingers.

It was a captivating scene as she overwhelmed herself right before his eyes. "Hmm, look at you, princess. About to make quite the mess, aren't you?" he teased, feeling his arousal pulse within her mouth.

She teetered on the edge of liberation as he forcefully thrust into her throat, his body tensing and pausing when he felt beads of sweat rolling down his face. Her throat became the perfect vessel for his desires, exclusively his.

“Fuck, lemme paint that fucking pretty ass face mamas.” 

With a final thrust, she plunged her fingers deep within herself as he drove into her, forcing his length further down her throat while withdrawing, releasing streams of his essence across her face, mingling with her own pleasure that erupted all over her.

As her essence trickled down her thigh, he adorned her face with his warmth, sending shivers through her body and leaving her legs quaking. He ensured every drop was released before gently assisting Genesis to her feet.

“You nasty as fuck baby look at you.” Jimmy cooed at her.

“Only for you daddy.” Genesis replied.

—

In the cozy confines of his hotel room, Jimmy and Genesis lay side by side on the bed, a rare moment of intimacy as Genesis peacefully dozed on his chest, while Jimmy absentmindedly scrolled through TikTok on his phone.

As he was engaged in that task, a text from his twin brother popped up, prompting him to check what had occurred.

Twin⚡️: Yo you up twin?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah I’m up what’s up?

Twin⚡️: did you make her yo girlfriend or what dawg?

Jimmy let out a soft laugh as he looked at Genesis, then shifted his gaze back to his messages.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah fool we official dawg 😭

Twin⚡️: see I should’ve known yall two was going to be together since that night at the club during that truth or dare game but yall was doing shi on the low 😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: that’s bc we wanted to keep things low key we still gonna do that ion need folks in our business 

Twin⚡️: well except for me and Jade ofc 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: dawg go to bed twin

Twin⚡️: I’m playing twin but nah fr tho she the one?

From the instant Cody made the introduction, Jimmy felt an undeniable connection with her; he was certain Genesis was meant for him, regardless of his cousin Zilla's opinions.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah, she’s the one 

Twin⚡️: what about Zilla and Quincy?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: if they stand in my way or in our way imma have to kill em twin you know this 

Twin⚡️: ik ik im just saying I gotchu and Gigi if anything pops off knowing how crazy yo ass is

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I’m only crazy when it’s about Genesis and I don’t need his ass tryna start some shi up

Twin⚡️: shiii he might after hearing the news tho that’s all I’m saying especially with him having Quincy around 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: mane Idgaf how mad he’s gonna be it was his fault for being desperate for her when she didn’t even find him interesting 😭😭

Twin⚡️: true true but imma head to sleep now twin I’ll see yall in the morning 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight then twin

Jimmy switched off his phone and set it down on the mini dresser beside him, letting it charge as he settled into bed next to Genesis, who was stirring in her sleep.

He drew her nearer, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, then graced her with a warm smile. As his eyes began to flutter, he closed them softly, surrendering to the embrace of sleep.

While Genesis lay asleep in bed, her phone buzzed incessantly beside her, but the sound went unnoticed as they slumbered on, the ringing persisting until it finally ceased.

Unknown Number has sent a voicemail.

‘You fucking bitch! You dating my cousin now? How long did it take him to ask you to be with him huh? Even though yall were doing shit on the low for folks to not even know—imma fucking kill him and then imma do whatever I want to yo’ ass because you belong to me! Me! Damn it! Can’t believe he stole you away from me!’

Unknown Number: YOU BELONG TO ME GENESIS NOT HIM, YOU'RE MINE ALL MINE HOW CAN HE JUST SWEEP YOU OFF YOUR FEET LIKE THAT?

Unknown Number: I BET HE DIDNT EVEN FUCK YOU YET HUH? I BET HE DIDNT BEAT THAT PUSSY UP I JUST KNOW HE DIDNT—CODY SHOULDVE MINDED HIS FUCKING BUSINESS AND LET ME FINISH THE JOB I COULDVE BEEN IN ALLAT BUT NO

Unknown Number: WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU—YOU WONT BE ABLE TO ESCAPE FROM ME NOT EVEN JIMMY CAN SAVE YOU BABYGIRL WATCH ME

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gigispovv: Peakaboo made it official with my ride or die 🤍💍

jonathanfatu: fuckkkk Genesis, can’t believe this is all mine right here damn 😫😫

gigispovv: @ jonathanfatu all yours baby 🩷

biancabelairwwe: OH BITCH YOU IS EATIN BRO 

jadecargill: FINALLY I GOT TIRED OF YALL TWO BEING SNEAKY HOE😭😭

gigispovv: @ jadecargill BYE BITCH😭😭

uceyjucey: okayyy i see you sis 🫶🏼

americannightmarecody: IS THAT MY BEST FRIEND???

jackieredmond: OUUU GIRL YOU IS SO PRETTY LIKE JIMMY IS LUCKY ASF

rikishi: my beautiful daughter in law ❤️‍

yaonlylivonce: OH GENESIS IM ON MY KNEES BITCH TELL JIMMY TO MOVE OUT THE WAY

jonathanfatu: @ yaonlylivonce chill dawg chill 

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GUARDED.

a/n: they’re officially together 🙂‍↕️ I’m so happy honestly that’s his ride or die right there and Zilla is not to happy about the news but oh well 😭😭

I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

chapter twelve

previous chapter

[cupcakewebkinz]

HELP i read that lil fic inspired by the cat hcs AT LEAST 15 times already its so cute 😭- like i genuinely wish i could break down each paragraph and ramble about it but im SO bad at writing my thoughts down so the only thing i can express my gratitude is with more cat hcs 😔 (and possibly dming lil doodles from a burner account, im so sorry but i just want to shit them out and dissapear i really hate chatting in dms cuz im a really cranky and introverted mf)

So, you know how cats LOVE tight spaces? Yeah, Vee is not safe from this either. She LOVESS spending time in places like the back of the couch, under the bed, any box that fits her and even inside drawers/closets. Basically, if her bigass head fits, she will squeeze herself in [insert the cave diver meme here]. It brings her a strange sense of comfort. She usually chooses to hang around such places when she either wants some quiet alone time to do internal robo mumbo jumbo like sorting files, clear her cache, etc. or when her battery is low and just wants to sit back and stare at whatever (like a low maintenance mode of sorts). She is very susceptible to getting stuck though- Shelly had to pull her out from the wildest places ("Girl how did you get stuck inside THE DAMN WASHING MACHINE -")... Back when Gardenview was still functioning, Vee's favorite hiding spot would be inside Veronica's jacket, imagine a cranky lil robot staring people down from inside her handler's jacket with only her head poking out (precious lil bean 🥺). She was forced out of this habit though because it didn't fit her image as a popular gameshow host.

PS. wtf do u mean u named me cat vee anon this is SO unserious i love it so much 😭🙏

I am grabbing you by the shoulders as I say this, in the most genuine loving way possible, I do not give a fucking damn how bad you are at words- I SUCK at expressing myself, too. I would LOVE to read your thoughts about it, love to read you absolutely go off to me about every paragraph- every detail- everything you wanna talk about. I genuinely never care how bad anyone is at this, your comments and love for my fics are my inspiration. Zilla always writing about them ESPECIALLY boosts me to write more, you're always welcome to do it too. Anyone is! I genuinely love interacting with anyone and everyone- keysmash, poorly worded ideas, just an Emoji spam- it's all valid here okay? Don't worry about how bad you are, you're ALWAYS valid.

Also if you just want to do that, you're more than welcome to! Everyone is welcome to my dms as long as you're respectful and not a bot, and I'm sure you're both. However I WILL praise you for your artistic talent- just a fair warning. Idc if you reply or not, I will say it regardless. I'm just like that sorry.

ANYWAYS ENOUGH MOM KAI LET'S GET TO THE FUNNY STUFF YEAH!!!

Vee absolutely loves hiding out around Shanon's house, no doubt. She's only out and about so often because she knows Shelly will come looking for her if she's hiding for too long, but if Shelly knows where she's hiding, and she knows she's okay, she'll absolutely be hiding. Her favorite spot is right under Shelly's bed, cuddled up with the pillows Shelly "forgets" to move out from under there. However if Shelly and Shanon are gone together, she's hiding in places SHE KNOWS she'll get stuck in just so Shelly touches her more and helps her out of there. Shelly would be pissed if Vee wasn't such a "soggy" mess of tears and sniffles and just so pathetically sad, but she always tells her to stay out of them knowing very well she will absolutely not stay out of those spots. Her Zoomie hiding spots are THEE WORST THO- getting stuck in the stupidest places because she accidentally nyoomed into a spot she can't get out and is heard crying for help because she can't move but she NEEDS to move NOW or she will go mental. This leads to Shanon putting censors in these spots so she'd get a message on her phone if she gets stuck in these spots, and Vee is secretly incredibly grateful for this.

This is unrelated but I love imagining a low battery Vee being a little sleepyhead, she would absolutely self isolate because she has no energy to do anything, but if she's forced to interact she's like a tired little kid and only gives simple replies while yawning and rubbing her eyes incredibly often. This is the only time Vee will ever express that she sees Shanon like a parent though, as she'd accidentally slip up and call her mom like this. "Mommy I wanna go to bed" ahh Vee hahahaha I love her.

Yeah that's absolutely canon, she absolutely would hide in Veronica's coat and just tiredly glare at people, especially if she is having an off day and doesn't want to record a game show but has to. Once Veronica moves back to town, she starts wearing oversized hoodies, and whenever Shanon's like "Veri girl I know you like being fancy now why the hell are you in a massive Hello Kitty sweatshirt?" she just goes and picks up Vee and puts her in there PFFT. Vee looks like the happiest toon alive when she's in Veronica's hoodies, and I'm sure Shelly would pick up on this and try it too. It unfortunately doesn't work for her as she's shorter than Vee but Vee appreciates the effort regardless, knowing she only attempted because she looked so genuinely happy whenever Veronica let her reside in her own hoodie. At Shanon's place- no habit is pressured out of them, unless they're hurting themselves or others obviously. Shanon just wants them to be themselves, and if Vee's self is a goddamn lunatic cat robot, she's cherishing her goddamn lunatic cat robot. Thankfully Vee isn't too wild... Especially since she still has a lot of unlearning to do. Delilah never appreciated the beauty of Vee's true self... We hate Delilah in this household. (Silly/not serious - I just headcannon that Delilah caused everything bad to happen and I hate her for it :] )

Oh my beloved Cat Vee Anon I do wish you the best, I'll be typing my reply to your other ask probably while you're reading this, unless you find it after I post that one. I'm really glad you cherish your silly anon name, you're my first regular anon I got to name actually!

My second regular anon in general, Scared Anon is my first regular anon, I didn't name him though. I hope you're still doing well Scared Anon, much platonic loves to you, Cat Vee anon, and everyone else who may come and settle down in my whacky world of whatever the fuck I'm interested in ♡

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

It is a fact of the universe that no weddings involving a Bat escape disaster (Batcat, Dickkori, ect). Jondami are not immune.

How bad is it on a scale from "I ripped my wedding suit fighting crime 10 minutes before the ceremony" to "Universal Extinction is Going to happen Right Now if not stopped"?

Before things go bad, who's invited? They probably want to keep things small at first, but then Kon hears about it, and blabs to Young Justice, and then the Flashes hear about it from Bart and before long half the Justice League, the members of a dozen vaguely correlated teams, and a third of the League of Assassins have all RSVPed (they were not invited). Do they lean into their hero theme colors or desperately try to find a color that isn't in some way associated with their other lives? Who are the best men (or women)? Who are the groomsmen (or women)? Diana is canonically ordained in as many places as she can be, does she perform the ceremony, or do they get someone else to? Do they try and rope a civilian into this part for a single element of normality?

Who has a meltdown that would be Bridezilla/Groomzilla/In-law-zilla esque if they were literally Anyone Else in literally Any Other Scenario? (Plot twist, it's not Jon or Damian or Bruce or any of the other melodramatic bastards in this family, it's Steph, because "goddamn it it's my little brother's wedding he's come SO FAR to be able to do this I am NOT letting it be ruined by NUCLEAR METEORS/NINJA ASSASSINS/ARKHAM BREAKOUTS/WHATEVER ELSE!" She comes the closest she ever has to killing. Bruce comes the closest he ever has to letting her.)

Does the whole thing end in a Pirates of the Caribbean-escue "Marry us!" mid-battle? Or do they beat the Big Bad, save the day, and end up so exhausted that they agree to just file the paperwork with no wedding at all (after a 12 hour nap, obviously)? Is this how the public learns that (whatever their hero identities are at this point) are not only in a committed relationship, but MARRIED (or trying their damnedest to be)?!

Discuss!

oh they 100% end up getting married in the middle of a universe-ending battle, with Jon saying something super sappy and emotional like 'I'm not taking another step in this battle and risking losing you forever until you're my husband.' or whatever.

I honestly think both of them would originally want to elope. Damian's not fond of crowds and Jon wants their moments private/all to themselves. But they'd want family. While Damian tries to figure out an elegant way to tell his family, Jon excitedly tells Kon, who, yeah, then tells the WRONG PEOPLE and next thing you know the whole JUSTICE LEAGUE knows before the Batfam and ain't that awkward 😂 the brothers are the most offended of everyone.

their wedding colors are SO muted. probably lots of creams, maybe very soft accents like purples or baby blues or olive greens. subtle, unlike the rest of their lives.

the public find out the heroes are married because a citizen catches them doing spiderman kiss and takes a blurry pic that gets immediately sent to all national news publications. Bruce gets mad about the public PDA.

[mjonthetrack]

vice queen II

Chapter 21: Bulletproof Love

It was hot as hell in Miami, thick with heat and tension. The kind that clung to your skin and made every move feel like the prelude to a gunshot.

Zilla was doing what he always did—eyes low, jaw clenched, overseeing the weapons drop with all the menace of a man who’d earned the title of enforcer by doing more than enforcing. He was the hammer when talking didn’t work. And today? His senses were flaring.

Something was off.

The crates were lined up wrong. Too perfect. The usual hands looked twitchy. But before he could do more than adjust the weight on his feet, the sound of tires squealing low and tight around the corner snatched his attention.

Big. Black. Hummer.

It rolled up like a tank on a mission, matte black and untraceable. Windows tinted darker than sin. Zilla stepped forward, reaching for his piece, already tensed—

Then the door flung open.

Out hopped Courtney Bishop.

Not the soft pink Porsche version. Not the glitter and gloss queen of logistics. This was war-time Miss Loud—hair up in a high sleek pony, fresh lashes, no nonsense matte black two-piece and Balenciaga combat boots. She looked like a Bond villain with better bone structure.

“Z!” she snapped.

Before he could process, she slapped her hand in his and dragged him toward the Hummer.

He blinked once. “What the—”

“No time,” she said, throwing the passenger door open and motioning him toward the driver’s side. “Get in. We need to move now.”

Zilla didn’t argue.

He took one look at her face—tight jaw, narrowed eyes, full focus—and moved on instinct. Slid behind the wheel. Courtney tossed him the keys like they were hot and slammed her door shut, already yanking her seatbelt across her chest and reaching for the mounted tablet tucked in the dash.

The engine roared to life with a satisfying growl, and Zilla peeled out, tires screaming against the pavement as they flew off just in time for the drop zone to erupt behind them with the sound of gunfire.

BOOM. A blast lit up the back lot. Smoke and shouting swallowed the area.

Courtney didn’t flinch.

Zilla glanced at her, sharp. “Talk.”

She was already pulling up a set of digital files, flipping between accounts with fingers moving fast. “I’ve been tracing funds. Small shit at first—three, four bands off here and there, like ghosts laundering through fake charities and off-shore umbrellas.”

He frowned. “That ain’t uncommon.”

“Right,” she snapped, “but this ain’t uncommon numbers. This was something deeper. Consistent anomalies across three drop zones. And when I layered time stamps, I saw the pattern: every drop you’ve hit in the last two weeks? Tagged.”

Zilla’s grip on the wheel tightened. “Tagged how?”

“They’re setting you up. The last shipment was lined up on a timer, Z. That was a pre-planned hit.”

His jaw ticked, temple pulsing. “And you drove into it?”

“I drove into it,” she nodded, unfazed. “Because I did the math. They weren’t expecting a change in driver logs. They expected you to walk into that ambush alone. No one expects the bitch with the spreadsheets to show up in a military grade whip and pull the empire's favorite hitman out.”

She leaned back in her seat, arms crossed, smug as hell.

“I’m not gonna let them blow you up, baby daddy. I need you alive.”

Zilla side-eyed her, low and unreadable. “For the empire?”

She gave him a full teeth, gloss poppin’ grin. “Nah. For me. I still need you to give in to your painfully obvious sexual tension and retire from brooding so we can get to the good part where you fall in love with me and rub my feet every Thursday.”

Silence.

Then—just barely—a snort of a laugh from Zilla. Like thunder cracking a smile. His hand flexed on the wheel.

Courtney grinned wider. “Don’t fight it. You like this chaos.”

“I don’t,” he said.

“You’re in my Hummer.”

“I didn’t say no,” he replied.

And just like that, Courtney Bishop—Miss Loud, queen of math, savior of enforcers—hit the gas on their story.

Literally.

Chapter 22: Hidden Figures

The Hummer pulled up to the secure location—a sleek, low-key estate tucked behind iron gates and wrapped in lush palms. Not one of Zilla’s known properties. Definitely not under surveillance. And he could already tell from the reinforced security panels that Courtney had this place set up for chess, not checkers.

Before he could fully park, the front door opened on its own.

Inside, it smelled like lavender linen spray and warm vanilla candles. The lights were low, just enough to guide you, and somewhere off to the side a low white noise hum played.

Zilla moved first, tense, eyes darting—until he heard the softest little snore.

Courtney stepped ahead of him, her voice dropping to that smooth, calm register he was starting to associate with her being deadass serious. “She’s already here. I didn’t bring her into the fire, Z. I had her picked up from your estate and brought here straight after I caught the timing of the attack. She was never in danger.”

He followed the sound and turned toward the guest room.

There, curled up in soft pink blankets on a cloud of pillows, was Maya—his baby girl, his everything—mouth parted slightly in sleep, her little toy poodle Peaches curled up at her feet.

Zilla’s chest tightened. Relief hit so hard it nearly made him sway.

Courtney leaned in, brushing past him, and closed the door just enough to let Maya rest. She turned back, her voice low, all warmth but serious as hell.

“I didn’t want to take chances. Someone’s gunning for you,” she said, moving back toward the main living room where her laptop and tech case were already laid out on the table. “And I don’t think they’re just trying to ruin business. They’re trying to take you off the board.”

She pulled out a sleek device—slim as a clipboard, with holographic display—and tapped it to life.

Zilla watched as code and numbers bloomed into clean breakdowns and color-coded maps. There were timestamps, driver logs, drop times, and red-highlighted discrepancies across different zones. But the real smoking gun?

All the red marks coincided with days he had been scheduled to enforce.

“Every time you pulled up to a drop over the past three weeks,” Courtney said, pointing to the blinking dots, “there was a ghost signal logged in advance. Meaning someone knew exactly where and when you’d be there. And every time, there was either interference, a delay, or damage reported.”

Zilla stared at the screen, brows drawn tight.

“And that’s not just bad luck,” she said quietly. “That’s a mole.”

He exhaled slow through his nose, head nodding once. “Fuck.”

She nodded too, then turned the device slightly toward him. “I’ve already started cross-referencing who had access to the updated schedule logs. We’re talking less than five people. And whoever it is? They ain’t working alone.”

He looked down at the files. Clean, airtight. This wasn’t just gut feeling or paranoia.

Courtney had receipts.

“Why you doin’ all this?” he asked quietly, arms folding over his chest. “I get you’re smart. But this? This ain’t your lane.”

Courtney tilted her head, smiling slow, but there was no play in her eyes.

“My lane is wherever my people are. You one of ‘em, whether you like it or not.” She shrugged, gloss shining in the warm light. “You think I was just gonna let the father of my favorite six-year-old and the finest storm cloud I’ve ever laid eyes on get ambushed like a throwaway soldier? Nah.”

She stepped closer, her tone softening just a notch. “Z, you’re the only one of the five who doesn’t move unless he’s got eyes on every piece of the board. So I became your extra pair.”

Zilla looked at her—this woman who smelled like sugar and steel, who talked loud and loved harder, who just intercepted a death trap because she was reading drop logs like bedtime stories.

He didn't say thank you. He didn’t need to. She already saw it in the way his jaw relaxed for the first time all day.

Courtney smiled again, smaller this time, and tapped her screen once more. “Come on, baby daddy. Let’s catch a snake.”

Chapter 23: Contingency Queen

Courtney’s safe house didn’t flaunt its power. From the outside, it was elegance tucked in a pocket of Miami’s quiet wealth—creamy white stone, lush hedges, a gated entrance veiled by tropical trees. But on the inside? It was a fortress built on digital warfare and aesthetic luxury.

The walls were soundproofed. The windows were bulletproof. Every device was ghosted from surveillance. She wasn’t just prepared for chaos—she designed around it.

Maya was asleep in the guest room, curled up under a lilac weighted blanket and surrounded by her army of plushies—Peaches the poodle included, who had passed out curled protectively against the little girl’s side.

Zilla stood by the window like a shadow made of muscle and heat, arms folded tight across his chest. He’d barely said ten words since she’d dragged him into her custom black Hummer and peeled off from the drop zone.

Courtney sat curled into the corner of her oversized velvet couch, black silk shorts and an off-shoulder hoodie hanging loose off one side. Her laptop was propped on her thighs, fingers flying across the keyboard. Three monitors surrounded her—screens alive with numbers, grid coordinates, supply logs, encrypted messages, and one glowing red square marked “SUSPICIOUS TRAFFIC—NORTH POINT DROP.”

She took a sip of her milk tea, the boba straw popping with a soft click between her teeth. Her head throbbed, the migraine tapping behind her left eye like a little demon with a mallet, but she ignored it.

“Don’t worry,” she said softly without looking up. “No one saw me with her. I pulled her from school early. Nobody tailed us.”

Zilla’s eyes shifted toward her, jaw tense.

“I wasn’t takin’ no chances,” Courtney continued. “Not with her. Not with you. When I saw the way the numbers lined up in those logs? It was intentional, Z. The target ain’t just the drop. It’s you. Every assignment you’ve enforced in the last month? That’s where the hits happened.”

Zilla exhaled through his nose, stepping closer. “You sure?”

“Z.” Her voice sharpened slightly, and her eyes finally lifted to meet his. “I’m the one that made this system. I don’t guess. I know.”

He didn’t argue. He knew her too well by now. Knew that when she got that look—the one where her lips were still painted gloss pink but her eyes turned blade-sharp—somebody was about to get buried.

Courtney reached over to the marble side table and grabbed her other phone—the private one she only used for Empire business. Her thumbs moved fast, her tone cool and methodical as she read aloud the texts she sent:

To Camille: “Found some snakes in our garden. Not sure if they local or imports yet. I’ve got Z and Coco Puff safe. Sending you and the boys the digital packet now.”

To Jimmy, Jey, Sefa, Jacob: “Emergency ping. Zilla’s pattern being tracked. Set traps for tomorrow’s drops—data shows probable ambush. I’m enacting counter-scheme protocol. Check your email for logs + fake schedule.”

She hit send and tossed the phone back on the couch.

“Coco Puff?” Zilla muttered.

Courtney smirked, resting her chin in her palm. “She demanded to be my twin. Matching Chanel fits, glitter lip balm, the whole nine. It stuck.”

He ran a hand down his beard, shaking his head, but she saw it—he was hiding a smile.

Her voice softened. “You’ve done a good job with her, Z. She’s smart. Fierce. Loves hard. That’s you all day.”

Zilla didn’t answer, but he stepped closer to her. Close enough that when he sat down beside her on the couch, their legs brushed. She didn’t pull away. Neither did he.

“She’s sleepin’ deep,” he murmured, half to himself.

“She’s safe,” Courtney said again, more gently this time.

She tilted the laptop so he could see, flipping through the numbers, the logs, the breakdowns she’d already categorized. Every red flag was tagged, timestamped, and filtered into color-coded columns. She'd even built a predictive model to anticipate where the enemy might try to reroute next.

“I set a fake drop for tomorrow,” she explained. “Same location they tried to set you up at tonight. But I spread word through dummy channels and decoy suppliers, so if they show—they think it’s still live. We catch ‘em. Clean.”

Zilla leaned forward, hands clasped together, nodding slowly as he took it all in. His mind was already spinning through possibilities, but her planning had made things easier.

“You need rest,” he said suddenly, glancing at her sideways. “You’ve been runnin’ all night.”

Courtney snorted. “You’re sweet. You turning soft on me, baby daddy?”

“You got a migraine,” he deadpanned. “You flinched when you took that sip.”

She frowned at that. “Damn. You really been watching me?”

“Somebody gotta make sure you take care of yourself,” he said.

That silenced her. Not in a bad way—more in that oh, he cares way that made her chest tighten slightly, but she didn’t let it show too much. Just raised her cup again and took another sip despite the pounding in her head.

“You gonna let me keep helpin’?” she asked softly.

He didn’t even hesitate. “You already are.”

Courtney leaned back with a satisfied hum, letting her head rest against the couch.

Outside, the city moved on. But inside this safe house, something new was settling. Not just strategy. Not just alliance.

Something warmer. Something real.

And for the first time in a long while, Zilla wasn’t just thinking about the next fight—he was thinking about what it might look like to stop fighting someday.

And who might be sitting next to him when he did.

Chapter 24: Day Off

The sun was barely brushing gold across the Miami skyline when Courtney finished sealing the last piece of code into the safe house system. Her eyes were tired—red-rimmed from a night without rest—but her body moved like clockwork. Fast. Precise. Focused.

She was dressed in her tactical gear this morning. All matte black: a fitted long sleeve compression top tucked into high-waisted cargo pants, bulletproof vest fitted like a corset, sleek utility belt, and combat boots with the laces double-tied. Her hair was slicked into a high ponytail, and her lipstick was the same sharp plum shade she wore when things got serious.

She wasn’t glam today—she was war-ready.

But when she turned and saw Maya in the hallway—still in her little mermaid pajamas, hair puffed and sleepy—Courtney softened instantly.

Maya blinked up at her with wide eyes, clutching her plushie. Zilla followed a second later, shirtless and groggy, low sweatpants slung around his hips, hand dragging over his beard.

Courtney smiled at both of them, warmth creeping into her eyes. “Coco Puff,” she said gently, crouching down in front of the little girl, “you and Daddy are staying here this morning, okay?”

Maya rubbed her eyes. “Why?”

“I gotta go run an errand,” Courtney said, brushing a curl from Maya’s forehead. “But I’ll be back before lunchtime. Promise.”

She kissed Maya’s cheek and smoothed her hands down her tiny silk pajama top, then tapped her finger gently against the girl’s nose. “Make sure Daddy eats and sleeps, alright? That’s your job today.”

Maya nodded seriously. “Okay. I’ll tell him no candy until he has real food.”

Courtney laughed and stood up, reaching behind her to grab her gear bag. She didn’t meet Zilla’s eyes yet. Not yet.

“Courtney.” His voice was low. A warning.

But she wasn’t going to explain it in front of Maya. That was non-negotiable.

She stepped up to him, tipping her head back slightly to meet his gaze. He was tense. She could feel it in the air, like the static before lightning.

“Enjoy your day off, Grumpy,” she said softly, fingers brushing his bicep on purpose. “Take a nap. Watch cartoons with Coco Puff. Let your shoulders drop for once.”

And before he could stop her—or even get a full sentence out—she rose on her toes and kissed his cheek.

That made him freeze. Just for a second.

Then she was gone.

She didn’t wait for the argument, didn’t pause for the protest building in his throat. Courtney stepped through the front door, tapped her key code into the security panel, and sealed it with her biometric lock. The lights in the frame flashed green, then red. Locked. No one was getting in. Not even Zilla.

Not without her.

Inside, Zilla stood stiff in the hallway, Maya tugging on his hand.

“Daddy,” she whispered, “is Miss Loud gonna be okay?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just stared at the door like he could burn a hole through it.

But after a long moment, he crouched down and picked his daughter up, holding her close.

“She’s the scariest lady I know,” he muttered, kissing her temple. “She’ll be just fine.”

But his jaw clenched like steel.

Because he wasn’t fine. Not when she walked into danger alone. Not when she’d clearly planned this behind his back. And not when his heart was beating louder than the alarm systems she left behind.

[hxdonist]

.::. I AM THAT I AM .::. ikarus ito

Citizen Profile Loading. . .

profile loaded. ERROR CODE 1F1N1T3FUN: Some Data Expunged.

.::. A SICKNESS UNDEFINED .::. basics.

NAME: IKARUS CAELUM ITO ALIASES: IK, IKKA, THE FOX OF EIGHT EYES, 1NF1N1T3FUN AGE: THIRTY-FIVE YEARS OLD. [JANUARY 17TH] GENDER/PRONOUNS: CIS MAN HE/HIM SEXUALITY: PANSEXUAL // DEMIROMANTIC HUMAN // HOST: HUMAN OCCUPATION: DATA EXPUNGED - - - as far as you need to know, I am a friend. A netrunner and a braintrip cutter of the...shady variety. AFFILIATIONS: NANO ZILLA. And any gang, corp, or solo with the balls to think they can run with me.

.::. IT'S MY KINGDOM COME .::. going deeper.

PERSONALITY: CHARMING TO A FAULT, IKARUS DESIRES ONLY TO CORRECT WHAT HE PERCIEVES AS 'SOCIETAL WRONGS.' WHILE HIS BANNER SEEMS AT FIRST SOMETHING WORTH WORKING BENEATH HIS METHODS ARE MANIPULATIVE MUCH LIKE THE MAN HIMSELF. A HEDON WITHOUT CARE FOR THE 'WAY THINGS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN' HE IS A GLUTTON FOR ATTENTION, POWER, SEX, DRUGS- ANYTHING THAT MAY FIRE THE SYNAPSE REQUIRED FOR PLEASURE- AND RIPS THROUGH THE THINGS THAT PLEASE OR ANGER HIM LIKE A MALICIOUS VIRUS WITHOUT DIFFERENTIATING WHICH IS WHICH. SELF-ASSURED TO THE POINT OF BEING COCKY TO THE EYES OF SOME, IKARUS' SKILLS ARE RARELY CALLED INTO QUESTION, AND HE PREFERS IT THAT WAY, HE WILL ONLY STAND FOR THE BEST IN HIS RANKS, SOURCING NEW MEMBERS THROUGH REGULAR 'TESTS' DEPLOYED ON THE NET BY 'THE FOX OF EIGHT EYES' AND REJECTING ANY WHO FALL SHORT OF STANDARD. DESPITE THIS, HE IS LOYAL TO THOSE WHO EARN IT, A DOGGED, STRONG-WILLED FRIEND TO HAVE IN ONE'S CORNER, DESPITE BEING A RATHER SLIPPERY ASSOCIATE IN ANYTHING TO DO WITH POWER.

AESTHETIC: WIRES COILING AND BLACK, BOUND LIKE CHAINS TO THE NET; ALIVE IN CODE || A FOX WITH TOO MANY EYES AND BROKEN, SPIDERING LIMBS. IT BECKONS TO YOU IN THE DARKNESS. || STATIC SOAKED SCREENS FROM YEARS PAST WATCHING WITH INTENT; THE GHOSTS OF WHAT WE WERE. || A REFINED BLACK SUIT SLICKED WITH BLOOD- UNBOTHERED YOU LIGHT UP A CIGARETTE- JUST ANOTHER NIGHT IN THE CITY.

KNOWN CYBERWARE: NEURAL UPLINK PORT STANDARD IN NETRUNNERS. HEADWARE RIG USED FOR ON-THE-FLY HACKING. SINGULAR PROSTHETIC ARM, MATTE BLACK CARBON AND RED LIGHTING ARRAY. IMPLANTED WEAPONRY LIKELY CONTAINI- DATA CORRUPTED. ERROR CODE: 2NOSY;)

HISTORY: CORRUPTED DATA RESTORED. BACKUP DRIVE CREATED. File Attached: FoxOfEightEyes.txt [TRIGGER WARNINGS: CHILD ABUSE, ANIMAL DEATH] [Mobile version of bio available in a google doc HERE] [hint: use the forcecode to skip the puzzle.]

.::. FROTHING AT THE MAW .::. connections.

CAT TO MOUSE; FOX IN YOUR HENHOUSE: The eponymous 'predator and prey' relationship- but who's who when the chips fall? Be you a Corpo burned by Nano Zilla, a gang member too foolish to determine you were being swindled before it happened, or even a Cowboy with your eyes on a pricy take- 1NF1N1T3FUN welcomes your attempts on his life- and recommends you come prepared.

FOLLOW THE WHITE RABBIT: An understudy/mentor relationship- a recently welcomed netrunner into the embrace of Nano Zilla and their base made in Dreamland, you followed the Fox of Eight Eyes and found its den to rest in the retrofitted depths of a once-bustling theme park; the skeleton of whimsy and fun now inhabited by the kind of people who treat the net as their playground. Ikarus only welcomes the best into his family, those willing to shirk the existing rules and demands of corporations and the government to seek building something greater- through technological subterfuge- he'll take you under wax wings, teach you to wind among the wires with the best of them- just make sure you know exactly what that means, when the time comes.

BITTERLOVER.EXE: The ever-present exes connection. Ikarus is a different man, in love. Dedicated to ideals and the ever-elusive 'better' his goals seem lofty- but oh, he always seemed to have time for you, and a carbon-steel fist that drives his crew so firmly was always soft in the quiet of a tiny apartment- but that was then. It's hard to recognize him now- you can't imagine you want to, because when push came to shove- Ikarus chose power over you. This is a connection for an ex who dated Ikarus recently, while he's headed and operated with Nano Zilla as an active anarchist/insurrectionist.

ISANYONEUP.MP4: You need help sourcing an illegal or otherwise damaging to your reputation braintrip and with some digging- you've found the editor who spun it. Sure, he wasn't the gunman that left your loved one dead in the dirt- wasn't the bastard who filmed the two of you having sex and sold it off after- but he knows who was, picking around in the BT with his editing software- he's said he'll help you, for a price- are you brave enough to take that offer?

ADDITIONAL CONNECTIONS

Childhood friends

Exes (younger than 19 years old/schoolkid ages)

Former coworkers (Ex Gestalt Bureau Corpo, abandoned his position at 23.)

Fellow Nano Zilla netrunners who work for/under him

corpos/ceos/high ranking officials he's got existing dirt on

Braintrip recorders/sellers who use his services as an editor

regular hookups

literally anything I'll take it all babyyyyyy

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𝐈𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝… 【 yuyu kitamura //. non-binary //. she, they 】 Welcome, MAXIMONA "MAXIE" SOLSTICE COSMO ZERO MATSUMOTO THE V. You have successfully been loaded into The Hub. According to our records, you are TWENTY-FOUR and have held citizenship for THIRTEEN YEARS in the barrier city, Neo California. Your key attributes have been identified as INNOCENT and MISCHEVIOUS. Please confirm your CHAOTIC GOOD to proceed. Our data indicates that you are currently employed with NANO ZILLAS as a NET RUNNER ( CODE NAME: CipherCat ) //. POKER DEALER at INFERNO CASINO. For your safety and security, it is crucial that all background information is accurate. Further analysis of our archives highlights your alignment with at least a screen flooding with neon Neko cats, their pixelated paws playfully swiping through your files as they multiply in vibrant colors, dancing in chaotic loops until, with a sudden glitch, they freeze. The screen flickers, then goes black—leaving only the haunting trace of their mischief behind; Endlessly humming twisted lullabies, their strange tunes drift like whispers—familiar, yet unknown, leaving listeners lost in a melody only they can follow and //. or CHICKEN BONE BY YOKO KANNO. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ Verification 100% complete. Please adhere to all local regulations and laws during your stay. We trust that your time here will be both fulfilling and safe. 

CHAPTER I: I like, you like, he likes, she likes chicken bone.

You are a young woman, always outcast for being "different." From the earliest days, your mind seemed to hum with the efficiency of a machine. Numbers, codes, complexities that baffled others unraveled before you in mere seconds. The adults marveled, yet the other children? They looked at you as though you were an anomaly, something strange and untouchable. So, you grew up alone—isolated by brilliance, abandoned in your own silent world. But there was one person who never saw you as strange: your father. He loved every quirk, every spark in your mind. He taught you to be yourself, to sing your joy into the wind, to smile in the face of a broken world. “Focus on what makes you happy,” he’d say, “what matters to you.” His words were your anchor, his love your compass. And then, one day, he was gone. Without warning, just a note saying he’d come back for you someday. That day never came. Your heart broke, the world turned cold, and you were left behind—discovered by a neighbor after surviving on your own for over a month. Placed into the system, you became a shadow in a world that had forgotten you. But even then, your spirit didn’t dim. You were bubbly, bright, full of life despite the grief pulling at your edges. You clung to the gift your father left you—your little worn cat backpack—and moved through the doors they sent you through, one foster home after another. You were cute, full of questions, always smiling—too much, it seemed. Too noisy, too inquisitive, too happy. You didn’t understand why they couldn’t love you for who you were. But the families grew weary, sending you back, again and again. Others kept you, not for love but for the money you brought them, working you to the bone with barely enough food to survive. Sometimes, you’d act out intentionally, desperate to escape, hoping they'd send you back to the system instead of keeping you in their cold, empty homes. And in the gaps between the chaos, you found solace in something no one could take from you—technology. Your brain, always a marvel, craved understanding. You devoured everything you could find about electronics, coding, the secrets hidden in the web’s depths. You became a master at it, slipping into the digital world like it was your true home. Hacking became your escape, your obsession, and eventually, your power. The outdated computers in group homes couldn’t contain you—you stayed on them for days, your fingers flying across the keys, your mind lighting up with every breakthrough. You found community in the darkest corners of the web. For the first time, you weren’t alone. There were others like you—people who understood the thrill of unraveling secrets, of exposing the monsters lurking in the shadows, of protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves. In this digital realm, you finally had a voice, and you used it to amplify others. It didn’t matter what traumas you carried, what the world had done to you. You had found your purpose. And no one could take that away.

ACT II. Dreamin', dreamin' dreamin' of this chicken bone. Crazy, crazy, crazy 'bout a chicken bone.

With time, your journey as a netrunner became more than just a whispered rumor in dark corners; it transformed into a symphony of risks and revelations. What began as a natural gift—a knack for slicing through the complexities of code and algorithms—soon evolved into a way of life. You weren’t just playing in the digital shadows anymore; you were navigating the veins of the Net itself, slipping through its hidden currents, gaining deeper insight into a world that most couldn’t even comprehend. You sought the places no one else would go, the abandoned nodes, the forgotten servers buried beneath layers of old data. You’d disappear for hours, sometimes days, searching for that perfect entry point, where you could jack in and steal your way through the Net like a ghost, unseen and untouchable. The gigs you took on were reckless, the kind that seasoned runners wouldn’t dare approach. But you? You thrived on the risk, on the pulse of danger that came with every job. It wasn’t about the money or the reputation; it was about testing your limits, pushing yourself further, until the Net felt like an extension of your own mind. And even though some jobs went south, every failure was a lesson, sharpening your skills, honing your instincts. Then came 2138, the year that would change everything. You managed the impossible: hacking into the impenetrable fortress of Ichibangase-Eisher in Japan. It wasn’t just any facility—it was the heart of their most closely guarded secrets. Inside those encrypted walls, you uncovered files detailing the creation of SOLDIER, a process so brutal, so twisted, it sent chills down your spine. These weren’t just experiments; they were atrocities, turning human lives into weapons, stripping away their humanity piece by piece. And you, Maxie, had those secrets at your fingertips. For a moment, the world felt like it was in your grasp. But with power comes peril. At nineteen, your netrunner alias had become known in places you’d rather remain invisible. The Neo Los Angeles Government was watching you now. When you breached the Gestalt Bureau datafort using their own Neo Los Angeles base as a proxy, it was a declaration, a signal flare that drew their gaze directly to you. The chase that followed was relentless—government netrunners hunting you through the endless maze of the Net, their signals closing in on you like wolves on a trail. It was a race against time, your mind moving faster than your fingers, breaking through firewalls, evading traces. But just as they were about to flatline you, you severed the connection, slipping away with barely a breath to spare. They mapped your signal, but you remained one step ahead—alive, but forever marked. That narrow escape wasn’t the end, though—it was the beginning. Your reckless audacity caught the eye of the Nano-Zillas, a group whispered about with equal parts fear and reverence in the underground. They were the elite, the best of the best, and they had been watching you. It wasn’t long before they made contact, offering you something you hadn’t had in a long time—a place where you truly belonged. For the first time, you weren’t just a solitary figure hiding behind a screen. You were part of something larger. Among the Nano-Zillas, you found not only safety but camaraderie, a crew that shared your passion for unraveling the darkest secrets of the Net and megacorporations, a family who accepted you for the brilliant, defiant hacker you had become. Here, you weren’t just surviving. You were thriving. You’d carved out a home, not just in the digital landscape but in the real world, amongst the few who understood you. The journey wasn’t over—there would always be more secrets to uncover, more dangers to face—but for the first time, you knew you wouldn’t be facing them alone. The Netrunner you had become was no longer just a shadow in the dark; you were a force, a legend in the making, and the world was starting to take notice.

CHAPTER III. Happy, happy, happy with a chicken bone. From the bottom of my heart the chicken bone.

With the Nano-Zillas at your side, you were given everything you needed to sharpen your edge and refine your craft. The tools at your disposal weren’t just digital anymore—they became part of you. Your body, once flesh and bone, was enhanced with stolen tech, liberated from the very corporations you swore to dismantle. The modifications were gifts from your comrades, sourced from Gestalt Bureau’s prized Tier 6 technology, the kind reserved for their most elite netrunners. Now, you were no longer just a hacker, no longer tethered to external systems. A sleek port inserted into the back of your head turned you into a walking, breathing netrunning station, capable of diving into the Net whenever and wherever you needed. Being a Nano-Zilla meant more than just hacking for the thrill—it was about a mission, a purpose that burned brighter than any code you ever cracked. You weren’t just taking down targets for sport; you were dismantling systems built on greed, oppression, and cruelty. Those who profited from the pain of others, who manipulated lives for their gain—they were the ones in your crosshairs. And though your methods were as unconventional as the mind that crafted them, you quickly proved yourself among your peers. You didn’t think like everyone else—your approach was a riddle, a puzzle few could follow, but the results spoke for themselves. Under their guidance, you grew, and with time, responsibility found its way into your hands. Respect followed soon after, as the crew saw not just a hacker in you, but a leader in the making. Yet, despite the missions, despite the battles you fought in the digital and physical realms, there was always a deeper mission humming in the back of your mind—a search that had begun long before you’d ever heard the word “netrunner.” Finding your father, the man who vanished from your life with nothing but a note and a promise he never kept. For nearly four years, you hunted through the farthest reaches of the Net, tracing whispers, leads, and rumors that always dissolved before you could grasp them. No matter how many dead ends you reached, you never gave up. You couldn’t. The search for him was woven into your soul as deeply as the Net itself. Through it all, you remained a ray of sunshine, an anomaly of joy in a world too often dulled by shadows. You created your own tunes, whimsical melodies that danced in your head while your fingers danced across the keys. You spoke in riddles that no one else seemed to understand, and you loved that. A smile was your constant companion, even when the world tried to dim your light. You saw through things others couldn’t, always finding the cracks where the truth lay hidden. You are more than CipherCat, more than just a name whispered through the digital corridors of the Net. You are Maximona Solstice Cosmo Zero Matumoto the V, a being made of oddities and contradictions, and you have decided to remain exactly as you are. In a world that tried to mold you into something else, you stayed true to yourself—a riddle wrapped in code, a spark that refused to fade, a soul too bright to be contained. And in that truth, you found your power. You didn’t just accept the peculiarities that made you—you embraced them, wore them proudly, knowing that they were the very things that set you free. Even now, with all you've been through, you remain true to the bright child your father loved. Despite the betrayals and harshness of life, you’ve never let them steal your light. You've always been a survivor. Not just of the physical world, but of the digital one—where you’ve carved out a place for yourself, not just as a hacker, but as someone who matters.

I'd love to go just like a chicken bone, I'm really moved by the chicken bone, The more you eat, the more you'll be the chicken bone. I left my head over the chicken bone.

[chunibyo-x-sorcerer]

"Great! Let's get to your carts!" Kisho said. Rodan laughs, "Okay, okay, single file! We have the time in the world to get into the karts and get ready."

"Who do you think is going to win?" Mothra asked her fellow animatronics. "I think Yuji and Taz would be good." Kang puts it down.

"Megumi..." Zilla gives his thoughts.

"Yuria!" Angirius said.

"Same! Also Nobara and Hana." Mothra added. Ceasar giggles, "I voted for all of them!"

"You know who I'm picking! Miko and Kisho!" Rodan smiles then looks to the teens, "Are you all in your go-karts!"

"I am! I'm so excited!" Taz smiles.

"Free for all?!? OH YEAH YOU GUYS ARE GOING DOWN!!" Hana laughed with Yuria and Miko sweatdropping.

"Okayyyyy....." Megumi said.

"Oh this is going to be fun!" Nobara said.

"I agree! We will see who is the best out of all of us!" Yuji said laughing.

[youthchronical]

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Vizianagaram Zilla Parishad chairperson Majji Srinivasa Rao. File | Photo Credit: Special arrangement Vizianagaram Zilla Parishad chairperson and Yuvajana Shramika Rythu Congress Party (YSRCP) district president Majji Srinivasa Rao on Sunday (March 8, 2025) asked all the leaders and activists of the party to participate in ‘Yuvatha Poru’ agitation to be held on March 12, 2025, near Collector’s…

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I think I need to look up the show, never heard of it up until now. Mind giving me the full name? It sounds like a very fun concept really with those Cyberlinks, but I have a bit of a hard time imagien it.

Also, Mina being part of the team that rescue him after getting to know about him never coming back from sea. Feels like him going missing will get set her ass on fire due to worry and it somehow ends up with them fix their friendship. And she somehow ends up learing about the kids Kafka raised on the island.

That got to be one heck of an explanation.

I can actually see when both Toto and Zilla was still very small, Kafka would carry them around when he had to move his 'nest' from time to time. If not due to sudden increase in kaiju activities near them, then perhaps becasue the Defense Force got too close for Kafka to feel comfortable with. Which during one of these moves the Defense Force actually get to see the two baby kaijus and suddenly there are many new updates on No 8's file. And new ones made due to seeing his kids. And later on lossing their minds when they realize Kafka has like three more they did not know about.

Lol, of course both Toto and Zilla will eventually give up. If not for how stubborn Kafka can be and knowing how to handle larger kaijus, then becasue said moves leaves them in awkward positions. Kong and Rodan might also just resign to the occasional groom as well. Though I feel Rodan would last the longest if not for his ability to fly then because the sheer heat he can make his body get at. That bio-vulcanic nature of his is not to mess with.

I don't think Mothra would have a problem still being groom by Kafka though, well excpet when it comes to her wings. Kafka has rather sharp teeth and defently have a stronger jaw strength too then in canon.

The show is called Kong The Animated Series and it came out in the year 2000.

Mina is definitely part of the rescue team as his coworkers would know his connection to her. Plus she no doubt pays attention to missing cases as sometimes it could be kaiju related. If anyone could find him, then it will be her.

There would be some suspicion when human Kafka continuously gets dragged into mishaps involving the Big 5. He's bound to get questioned for being at the heart of multiple incidents with them. Also instant spit takes when the man later admits to raising all five kaiju.

Kaiju!Kafka absolutely relocated his nest quite a few times over the years. The Defense Force were mostly responsible since the more overzealous members often got too close for his taste during their research attempts. No.8's file went through a lot of revisions over the years.

There is drone footage on the day he adopted Kong but not the others' subsequent adoptions so everyone assumes the other four are biologically related. A good chunk of officers avoided the Science Division when Mothra was discovered. Same goes for Rodan as their theories got especially wild.

One of Kafka's abilities is Personal Biology Manipulation which means he can alter his own body to suit his preferences. That would include withstanding Rodan's bio-vulcanic nature to groom the stubborn pterodactyl titan. He's definitely careful when it comes to grooming Mothra's wings.

[uceyliyahh]

GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, attempted SA, fighting, blood, dry humping.

word count: 6.8k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

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again mdni you have been warned.

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Knoxville, Tennessee - 3:30PM

Genesis was at the catering hall with Jade, enjoying a meal together. As she loaded her plate with food, confident she would work it off later, an unsettling feeling crept over her. It felt as though someone was watching her from behind, causing her skin to crawl and the hairs on her arms to stand on end.

As she glanced around the room, she noticed Zilla's gaze fixed on her, reminiscent of a predator watching its prey, ready to seize the moment to act on his threats. This unnerved her. Just then, Jade called out to her, pulling her back to reality. She turned her focus to her best friend and smiled as they both made their way to sit down.

As soon as they took their seats, they started eating and chatting with one another. However, Genesis felt uneasy under Zilla's watchful gaze, which made her anxious; she struggled to concentrate on Jade's conversation.

Jade noticed that something was amiss as her best friend's gaze drifted elsewhere.

“Gigi, you good?” Jade asked, catching her attention.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” Genesis responded with a smile on her face while looking down at her plate.

She sensed that something was off with her best friend. As she scanned the area for clues, her gaze landed on Zilla. At that moment, she realized what was troubling her, smirking and shaking her head in response.

“Stay right here Gigi.” She said as she got up from their table while heading towards Zilla’s way.

Genesis glanced up just in time to see Jade rise from the table and move toward Zilla. To her surprise, Jade yanked Zilla by the hair and slammed him to the ground.

“What the fuck is yo’ problem Jade!?” Zilla shouted.

All eyes were on them as Zilla gazed at her, thinking she was out of her mind, fully aware that he couldn't lay a finger on her.

“You! Are my fucking problem! Don’t fucking look or even think about Gigi! She’s happy let her be you fucking stalker!” Jade yelled.

Zilla stood up from the ground, brushed off his clothes, and smirked at her while shaking his head. "She seems happy, huh? She'd be much happier with me than with Jimmy. He has no idea how to handle a beautiful woman like Gigi; he can't even manage Trinity."

Jade laughed at him, unable to comprehend how this fool could be so confident that he would effortlessly win Genesis over. However, Jimmy had already captured her heart, and she was completely smitten with him.

“For surely he knows how to take care of her and handle her unlike you just tryna use her for sex.”

“She’s a pretty woman that looks like the type to give it up but she’s been a bit stubborn, that's all.” At that moment, Jade struck him across the face, prompting gasps from everyone in the catering hall.

“Listen to me bitch ass nigga. YOU will not compare my best friend to all of these women in her that you fucked thinking you got a chance because you don’t Gigi is already spoken for.” That made him chuckle a bit if she was spoken for then why hasn’t Jimmy claimed her already? 

“If so then why hasn’t he claimed her as his yet? In my eyes she’s still single so I get to do whatever I want to her.” The way Jade wanted to punch him so bad in front of these folks but kept her composure.

“What she and Jimmy got goin on is none of your business so yo’ ass better tread lightly when it comes to Gigi.” With that she walked away from him heading back towards Genesis who watched the whole entire unfold as she watched Jade sit down. “You didn’t have to do that bestie.”

“Girl, I wanted to do that for you because he’s starting to piss me off and I don’t like that.” Jade had held Genesis' hand while looking at her.

“I don’t want you to feel like you’re alone in this situation, you have me and Jimmy and everyone else that has your back okay? We won’t let him get you.” Genesis felt a warmth in her heart as she heard those words from her best friend; it was as if a heavy burden had been lifted, reassuring her that she wasn’t alone.

Just as she was about to speak, she felt her phone vibrate. Pulling it from her pocket, she noticed a text message from Jimmy.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Mamas wya? tryna get something sweet?

Genesis was craving something sweet right now knowing that he knew that about her cravings especially in the middle of the night she would always end up with a sweet tooth.

“Who’s texting you girl got you all smiling over there is it Jimmy?” Jade asked.

Genesis rolled her eyes and nodded, aware that her best friend was curious about her relationship with Jimmy. “Yes, he wants to take me out for something sweet,” Genesis replied.

“Girl, If you don’t text that man back and go.” Genesis smiled at her while texting Jimmy back

Gigi🤍: I’m with Jade in the catering hall I am craving something sweet tho

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: what’chu want so we can go and get it?

Gigi🤍: I was thinking about some ice cream 🍨 but like I want a sundae’s ice cream it’s sooo good.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight then pretty lady c’mon so we can go 

Gigi🤍: I’m otw ❤️

Genesis put her phone back in her pocket as she stood up and picked up her purse. She informed Jade that she was leaving but reminded her to stay alert because of Zilla. After giving Jade a hug, she headed toward the front where Jimmy was waiting. Meanwhile, Zilla observed the entire scene but remained frozen in place, feeling uneasy under Jade's intense gaze.

Genesis noticed him leaning against the door, absorbed in his phone. She took a moment to appreciate his appearance; he always looked great, even without effort. Once he caught her admiring him, he couldn't resist returning the gaze.

He tucked his phone into his pocket just as she dashed toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He lifted her by the thighs, showering her with a few kisses on the lips.

He is really into her new hairstyle; it makes her look incredibly attractive. He felt a strong urge to take her back to their hotel room and give in to the moment, but he held back.

“Hey baby, you ready?” Jimmy asked.

Genesis nodded as Jimmy helped her back onto her feet, intertwining their fingers as they made their way to the ice cream shop. While he drove, she couldn't help but admire the Tennessee cityscape, passing numerous buildings and wondering how many people would attend SummerSlam the next day.

She felt Jimmy's hand grip her thigh, drawing her attention as she turned to him. He glanced at her a few times before flashing a smile that revealed his grills. While he concentrated on driving, she leaned in to kiss his cheek, but she quickly pulled back after the kiss.

She laced her fingers with his as he pressed a kiss to her hand, filling her heart with love whenever he was near. They excelled at keeping their relationship under wraps, ensuring that no one would suspect anything until they chose to go public.

He waited calmly for her signal, ready to make it happen in an instant.

After leaving the Ice Cream Shop, Jimmy took them to a secluded spot to enjoy their ice cream and have a conversation. He parked in an empty lot, rolled down the windows, and turned off the engine. As he unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned back in his seat for comfort, he observed Genesis savoring her sundae.

The way her tongue danced around the spoon before she brought it back to her mouth excited him, making him wish it was him receiving that kind of attention. All those fantasies he had about her pleasuring him were intense, and just the thought of it made him hard.

Unbeknownst to him, Genesis had the same desire for him to pleasure her, wanting him to savor her as if it were his final feast. However, she was unsure of his approach to intimacy, so she attempted to dismiss that thought while she continued enjoying her ice cream.

Jimmy gently lifted her chin, urging her to meet his gaze. "You look amazing, baby," he said, wanting to take in the beauty of her face.

“Thank you daddy, you look fine yourself.” Genesis smiled innocently, as if she hadn't just referred to him as daddy.

“keep on with that imma have yo’ ass in the backseat moaning daddy.” She looked at him with her puppy eyes, attempting to charm him into forgiving her for teasing him. “Un-Un, yo ass ain’t slick baby. fix yo face.”

A playful smirk danced on her lips as she twirled her tongue around the spoon, savoring the ice cream right in front of him, fully aware of how much he despised it. Each time she teased him like this, he would respond by showing her exactly why she shouldn’t.

“Quit Gigi, you know better.”

“Or what big daddy?” She spoke in a soft, alluring tone, gazing down at him with her big, innocent eyes while savoring her ice cream sundae.

Jimmy smirked and shook his head before setting his ice in the cup holder. Fortunately, their ice cream containers had lids, preventing any mess from melting inside his car. He then climbed into the backseat, spreading his legs and gesturing for her to join him.

She followed his instructions, unbuckling her seatbelt and setting her ice cream sundae in the other cup holder. Then, she moved to the backseat with him, straddling his lap and resting her hands on his shoulders while gazing down at him as his hands held her hips.

Jimmy gently kissed her neck, prompting her to tilt her head slightly, allowing him better access. As he sucked on her skin, leaving love bites, she softly moaned his name.

He raised her shirt over her head and tossed it aside as he unclipped her bra. As her breasts became exposed, he kissed his way down towards them. He took them in his hands, swirling his tongue around her nipples, which made her arch her back in delight.

“J-Jimmy.” Genesis moaned as she began rolling her hips onto his lap.

A soft pop escaped his lips as he continued to suck on her nipples, observing her move rhythmically on his lap—she could sense his arousal pressing against her clothes.

She applied more pressure onto his lap, making him groan in response as he firmly held her hips, directing her movements.

“Fuck, Gigi. You be making my dick so hard for you mamas you don’t understand.” Jimmy groaned.

She leaned her head to the side, gazing at him with an innocent expression while she kept riding on his lap. “I do daddy?”

“Mhm sure, baby. look at you girl so perfect for me.” She could sense his covered erection pressing against her covered intimacy. The size of his manhood was evident, especially when she noticed the outline in his grey shorts that evening, confirming her suspicions about his endowment.

His hands explored her body as his lips brushed against her neck, showering her with the love and affection she deserved. He pressed his lips to hers, and they shared a passionate kiss while he encouraged her to move faster on his lap.

The kiss was slow and intense, with their tongues battling for control as her fingers wove through his curls, gripping them firmly.

The thrill is undeniable—his reactions to her are always electrifying. His eagerness and desire for her are palpable. She felt a rush of exhilaration from the control she wielded over him, moving her hips in a fluid motion, rising before sinking back down, and in return, she was met with a beautifully shattered moan escaping his lips.

Leaning in, Genesis moves her hips against him, the edge of her skirt brushing against her clit, providing just the right amount of pressure that sends waves of pleasure coursing down her spine. Soft moans and near-whimpers escape her lips as she grinds against him, his erection straining against the fabric of his sweats.

“Fuck, keep using me Gigi. Get whatchu need from me.” He murmured between kisses.

This was her first experience doing something like this, particularly with a man like Jimmy. She had been longing for him, especially given how he had cared for her in recent weeks, showering her with love and affection, which deeply affected her.

“It feels so good Jimmy..” she murmured back.

A transformation occurs within him the moment their hands touch. He seizes her hips, his fingers pressing deeply into her flesh with a force that could leave lasting impressions as he lifts Genesis and pulls her down onto him.

Genesis feels her breath hitch. Her mind swirls, overwhelmed by the pleasure. It blooms within her veins, rich and sweet, filling her with a warm, vibrant energy.

Planting his feet firmly on the carpet for support, Jimmy lifts and thrusts his hips, pressing against her. This action is similar to their intimate moments, but since they are both still fully dressed, instead of the pleasurable sensation of his thick cock inside her, the outline of his arousal rubs against her, with the damp fabric of her underwear pressing tantalizingly against her clit.

He pressed his lips against her jawline, kissing it gently as she moaned his name, oblivious to anyone who might hear. In his presence, she felt completely safe and secure.

A wave of pleasure radiates through her entire body, vibrant and intense. It consumes the air in her lungs, causing an unexpectedly high-pitched gasp to slip from her lips. Then he does it once more.

Everything is pulsing intensely. A warm, persistent pressure is building deep in her lower abdomen, causing her to lose her balance. She clings to his strong forearms for support.

He keeps going, thrusting into Genesis with such power that it could easily dislodge her if his strong hands weren't gripping her firmly.

It flows steadily within her, sweet and slow, seeping through her veins until a warm heaviness gathers around her thighs. This weight is overwhelming, dragging her deeper into its embrace.

“You finna make a mess on me princess?” He cooed at her with his voice being thick and heavy.

She grasped at emptiness, feeling only the pressure and friction of Jimmy's firm body pressing against her through his sweats. The sensation of him made her mouth water, her tongue feeling heavy as memories of his thickness filling her surged through her mind. All that occupied her thoughts, feelings, and vision was Jimmy.

The muscles in her legs ache, her throat feels constricted with a fiery sensation, and a sense of tension grips her. Suddenly, his gentle voice whispers in her ear, filled with love and support, enveloping her in warmth.

“Talk to me baby, you finna cum? Tell daddy you finna cum princess I can feel her baby.” 

“O-oh, fuck Jimmy. I’m finna cum daddy.”

“Yeah? Me too baby, c’mon cum for daddy mamas.”

It's overwhelming. She feels powerless. There are no alternatives. Not when he speaks to her so gently. Not while his hands are gripping her thighs with such intensity. Not while he continues to press against her, the firmness of his body pressed closely to hers.  

At that moment, she released a deep moan, burying her face in his neck as she experienced an intense climax. The sensation surged through her like a powerful wave, almost overwhelming in its intensity. It consumed her entirely, filling every corner of her being until nothing else existed. Bright flashes of white danced in the darkness, creating a galaxy of ecstasy behind her shut eyelids.

He quickly made a mess all over himself in his sweatpants, throwing his head back against the car seat as a deep moan escaped his lips.

Her lungs feel like they're on fire, each breath coming in harsh gasps, and her vision is blurred. It's a disorienting experience. Genesis struggles to grasp her surroundings, her thoughts swirling chaotically until they settle on Jimmy's gaze. The comforting warmth in his gentle eyes brings her back to reality.

You both beam at each other, grinning like fools, even while you're still catching your breath.

She sensed the chaos they had created around them rising up, prompting her to laugh at the scene before he buried his face in her neck and embraced her waist.

“So much for our ice cream.” Genesis says.

“It’s all good it was worth it—you good though Gigi?” Jimmy responds.

She nods her head before speaking, “yeah, I’m good Jimmy. This was good.”

Jimmy gently pressed his lips against hers, and they lingered in that moment before returning to their tasks.

Genesis sat in the locker room of Jimmy and Jey, watching their match against the New Day for the tag team titles. As she saw Jimmy on the screen, glistening and shirtless, she couldn't help but recall their encounter in the back of his car, which made her shift her thighs together.

She admired his confidence, particularly when he playfully stuck his tongue out, fully aware that he was trying to grab her attention. As she watched their entrance on the screen, she heard a knock at the door, expecting it to be Liv or Jackie. However, when she opened the door, she was surprised to find him standing there in person, a smirk on his face.

He had caught her alone all by herself.

As she attempted to slam the door, he forced his way in, knocking her to the ground while shutting and locking the door behind him. He seized her by the neck, pinning her against the wall, and started kissing her neck. Despite her struggles and cries for help, he silenced her by covering her mouth with his large hands.

He tore her clothes away, exposing her breast as he fondled it. Then, he lifted her by her thighs and carried her to the couch, forcefully pinning her down while kissing her body all over.

“Get Off Of Me!” She shouted as Zilla had choked her out causing her to grab his arms.

“You gon shut the fuck up and take this shit you hear me?” Zilla fell silent, her expression shifting as she heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt and lowering his jeans and boxers. Her eyes widened in surprise at his size.

She delivered a powerful kick to his stomach in a frantic attempt to escape. As she rose from the couch and reached for the door, he stood up, grabbed her by the hair, and forcefully threw her back onto the couch, positioning himself at her entrance.

Cody was on his way to his tour bus when he heard commotion coming from Jimmy and Jey's locker room. It sounded like someone was screaming. Initially, he assumed Jimmy and Genesis were just having a good time, but the screams were different—more like someone was desperately asking for help.

He attempted to open the door, but it was locked. At that moment, he heard Genesis screaming and shouting, prompting him to kick the door open with all his strength.

“I’m Coming Gigi!” Cody shouted.

He repeatedly kicked the door until it fell down, his eyes widening in shock as he saw Zilla half-naked and Genesis's clothes torn off while he tried to assault her.

Cody rushed over and pulled him away from her, delivering a punch to Zilla's face that sent him crashing to the ground. Cody then climbed on top of him and started striking his head repeatedly.

“The fuck is wrong with you Zilla!? What are you doing to Gigi!?” He yelled as he seized the hem of his shirt and delivered a powerful punch to his face.

Genesis crouched behind the couch, observing the two of them argue. She curled into a ball, her chest tightening as anxiety washed over her, and she struggled to regain her composure.

Tables and glasses shattered everywhere as they tossed each other around. Zilla landed several punches on Cody, who retaliated with a few hits of his own, exchanging blows in a fierce back-and-forth.

Genesis began to recall the traumatic moments when Quincy coerced her into sex against her will, an experience that caused her immense pain and contributed to her long period of celibacy. It was during this reflection that she witnessed Cody forcefully slam Zilla onto one of the tables, startling her.

“You’re a fucking monster! Why would try to do something like that to her!”

Cody was now strangling him, shouting, “Jimmy doesn’t deserve her! He can’t take care of her the way I can!” He struck him in the face once more, leaving his hands covered in blood.

“I hope they release your ass! After I’m done with you!”

The battle raged on until one of them fell to the ground once more. Genesis's vision began to fade, and the last image she registered was Cody approaching her, his hands smeared with Zilla's blood. He lifted her into his arms and headed for the door, shouting for assistance.

While he shouted for assistance, he noticed Jade sprinting down the hallway. She saw her best friend cradled in his arms, blood covering his hands. Her heart ached at the sight of her best friend, whose clothes were torn, hair disheveled, and makeup smeared.

“Cody! What happened!?” Jade asked.

Cody said, "Zilla did this to her. He attempted to assault her. Jade, we need to get her to a doctor immediately; I believe she’s having an anxiety attack." Jade nodded in agreement and led Genesis to the medical center.

Jade felt heartbroken witnessing her best friend in such a state, and she realized that Jimmy would be furious when he finds out, given how much he cares for Genesis.

He cares for her deeply and would do anything for her, but upon learning what happened to Gigi, he will seek revenge on Zilla.

Jimmy and Jey had just finished their match and were heading back to their locker room, chatting along the way. However, they were shocked to find the door to their locker room had been violently kicked in. Upon entering, they were met with a scene worse than they had imagined, with everything shattered and in disarray, leaving them bewildered about what had just occurred.

Only Jimmy's thoughts were consumed by Genesis. Where could she be? When Jey entered cautiously, he noticed torn pieces of clothing scattered on the floor. As he picked one up, he caught a whiff of Genesis's scent. His eyes widened in surprise.

Jey handed Jimmy the torn pieces of Genesis clothing, saying, "These are Gigi's Uce. Something occurred while we were away." His anxiety surged as he held the remnants of her clothes.

At that moment, they heard someone shouting, which drew their attention. They both dashed down the hallway to investigate and found Jade and Cody standing by the medical door.

Jimmy and Jey approached to find out what was happening and to locate Genesis. They noticed Cody's hands covered in blood while Jade anxiously paced nearby. At that moment, Jade locked eyes with Jimmy, her eyes filled with tears, and she rushed over to embrace him.

She cried into his chest while he held her tightly, reassuring her that everything would be alright, all the while pondering what had transpired.

“Jade, calm down. Where’s Gigi?” Jimmy asked.

“He got her Jimmy, H-he fucking got her. But Cody was able to save her just in time before he could do anything else to her…” Jade was crying uncontrollably while he gazed at her with a puzzled look.

“What the fuck you mean he got her? Where’s Genesis?” Jimmy was becoming increasingly frustrated as no one was responding to his question. “Y’all where the fuck is Gigi?”

The entire hallway fell silent as no one responded to him, which only fueled his anger. He was particularly frustrated when he realized he didn't know where Genesis was, and they were refusing to share any information.

“If someone don’t tell me what the fuck happened to Gigi imma lose my fucking mind.”

Cody starts to explain, "She's in the medical room, Uce. They're checking on her because she experienced an anxiety attack and fainted." "What do you mean she had an anxiety attack, Cody? What happened to Gigi?"

"Your cousin attempted to assault her, Jimmy. He tried to violate her, but I intervened just in time, and now his hands are stained with my blood." Hearing this, Jimmy was furious that his cousin had tried to harm Genesis. He started pacing, running his fingers through his hair, filled with the urge to hit something.

Jey attempted to soothe him, but he was completely justified in feeling upset and furious about wanting to confront Zilla for hurting the person he cares for and loves the most.

“Jimmy calm down twin.” Jey says.

“Nah! Fuck that! Where his ass at!? I told him I fucking told him to keep it pushing but he wanna do this shit!?” Jimmy shouted.

“We will get him twin, we will get em but you need to be worrying about Gigi making sure she’s good.” His twin brother was correct; Genesis had to be his top priority above all else. She was his foremost concern.

The doctor emerged as everyone rose, anxiously awaiting news about Genesis's condition. Meanwhile, Jimmy's thoughts were consumed with a desire to violently confront Zilla for what he had done to her, imagining the worst.

Jade walked up to the doctor with panic in her eyes, “how is she doing?” She asked.

“She’s doing well, she’s stable and she didn’t have any injuries or anything so she’s fine.” Doctor Hanes said as they all sighed in relief including Jimmy. 

"You should head in there first, Jimmy; she’s likely curious about your whereabouts right now." Jimmy agreed and stood up, entering the room ahead of the others. Once inside, he found her sitting on the exam table, her feet swinging as she absentmindedly picked at her skin.

Upon seeing him, it felt as though her entire being shattered. She quickly got to her feet and ran towards Jimmy, wrapping her arms around him tightly as tears streamed down her face. He lifted her by her thighs, embracing her in return and gently rubbing her back to soothe her.

Her cries echoed in his chest as she hiccuped with each breath, feeling his gentle kisses on her temple, cheek, and lips. He kept reassuring her with soft kisses, letting her know he was there and would never let her out of his sight again.

“I gotchu baby, I gotchu. I won’t ever leave your side again, not like this ever again.” Jimmy whispered softly.

“I-I fucking want him d-dead Jimmy….he tried to f-fucking r-rape…me…” Genesis sobbed into his chest.

He set her on her feet, gently holding her face in his large hands. As he took in the disarray of her makeup, hair, and clothes, anger surged within him, igniting a fierce frustration at the sight before him.

He softly kissed her lips several times, brushing away her tears with his hand as he pressed his forehead against hers.

“We will get him Gigi, I promise I’ll stomp his ass to the ground for doing this to you—I hate seeing you like this mama. I wish I was there to protect you from his ass.” Genesis shook her head, reminding him that he needed to attend his match before leaving.

“You are here now, That’s all that matters to me Jimmy. I wanna go back to the hotel please ion think I’ll make it for the rest of the day.” Jimmy nodded and removed his hoodie, draping it over her to shield her partially exposed body as he guided her out of the medical room.

After exiting the room, she noticed her best friend rushing towards her and enveloping her in a warm embrace. As she returned the hug, Jimmy expressed his gratitude to Cody for rescuing Genesis from Zilla, allowing Genesis to share a moment with Jade while he stood beside his twin brother.

“So what’s going to happen now?” Jey asked.

“Imma take her back to the hotel and make sure she is straight and then imma call you so we can find his ass because I’m not letting this shit go until he can’t breathe.” Jimmy confessed.

Jimmy loved Genesis deeply, going to great lengths to ensure her safety and happiness. he’ll do anything for her.

“A’ight then we’ll let me know so we can go ion need you going by yourself you feel me?” Jimmy kept his arms crossed and nodded as he looked down at Genesis, who was conversing with Jade and Cody.

Hilton Garden Inn Knoxville Papermill Drive - 9:30PM

Jimmy looked after Genesis for the night because she couldn't complete her work. He asked Jackie to finish it for her and promised to fill her in on the details later. As Genesis snuggled against his chest, enjoying his scent, Jimmy gently rubbed circles on her back to comfort her.

He could hear her soft snores as he observed her body rising and falling with each breath. He wished he could stay by her side, but he needed to take care of this—he wanted to release the anger that was building up inside him. It hurt him to see her in such a state, tears streaming down her face and her clothes torn; he couldn't stand it at all.

At that moment, he heard his phone beep and picked it up to find a message from his brother.

Twin⚡️: Yo you ready?

He glanced at Genesis, peacefully sleeping on his chest, before returning his attention to his phone to reply to Jey.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah, I’ll be down in the lobby 

Twin⚡️: aight I’ll be waiting for you 

He gently shifted Genesis to the other side of the pillow, noticing how she had turned onto her stomach in her sleep. As he got up quietly to avoid waking her, he grabbed his phone and put on a hoodie.

He covered her with the blankets before stepping out the door. After leaving, he ensured he took the card key to prevent anyone from entering while he made his way to the elevators.

The elevator door slid open to reveal his twin brother waiting for him. As Jey glanced up, they exchanged smiles and greeted each other with a friendly dab.

“Is Gigi good twin?” Jey asked.

“Yeah she’s straight she is in our hotel room sleeping let’s go before she starts worrying about my whereabouts.” Jimmy mentioned while he and Jey headed to his rental car, and once inside, he drove them to Zilla's location.

Jimmy was not the kind of person to overlook situations like this. He felt compelled to act, not just for himself but also for Genesis. It pained him to see her cry over Zilla's actions, and witnessing her distress broke his heart, stirring a deep resolve within him.

They arrived at the spot where he was hiding, parking in front of the building and spotting him talking with his friends. Jimmy pulled out his weapon from inside his sweats, and Jey did the same. They both exited the car and walked toward the location.

Zilla noticed Jimmy and Jey approaching the porch and greeted them with a smile, acting as if nothing was wrong. However, Jimmy quickly observed the numerous purple and blue bruises on Zilla's face, indicating that Cody had really hurt him.

“Jey and Jimmy what’s cuz, didn’t expect yall to be here.” Zilla said.

Jimmy and Jey exchanged glances, understanding each other's thoughts. Jimmy grabbed Zilla by the hem of his shirt, while Jey drew his Glock, aiming it at their friends. As Jimmy dealt with Zilla, he slammed him to the ground and landed a powerful right hook to his face.

“How could you do something like that to her!? Huh?! Stupid Bitch!” 

“I told you. You don’t deserve her!”

“And you think you do!?” 

Jimmy seized him, landing a punch to his face while Zilla attempted to fend him off. But Jimmy was not joking; he was completely serious. Zilla managed to gain the advantage and struck Jimmy in the mouth. As he held his face, Zilla saw blood on his fingers, realizing he had split Jimmy's bottom lip.

“Yo’ ass know you don’t deserve her you lucky Her best friend Cody came to save her if he didn’t I would’ve been fuck her.” Zilla taunted with a cocky tone.

Jimmy grinned and laughed as he nodded, then charged at Zilla, delivering a punch to his stomach and another to his face. He then lifted Zilla and slammed him onto the unforgiving concrete, the sound of the impact echoing for all to hear.

He was trying to protect himself, aware that he couldn't overpower Jimmy the way he could with others. After being kicked hard in the stomach, Jimmy got back up from the ground.

He attempted to rise and strike back, but as he did, Jimmy landed a surprise punch to his jaw, causing him to fall to the ground with blood streaming from his face.

He noticed his boys attempting to approach Zilla, but Jey had the Glock aimed at them, forcing them to stop as Jimmy gripped his hair.

“Don’t you ever and I mean ever! Come near her ass again! Or I won’t hesitate to fucking kill you family or not!” Jimmy shouted as he spit in Zilla’s face.

He released Zilla's hair, signaling Jey to approach the car. As Jey tucked his Glock back into his sweats, he walked toward his brother's vehicle, noticing Zilla lying on the ground, blood seeping from his lips.

Upon returning from Zilla's hideout, Jimmy arrived at the hotel room he shared with Genesis. Noticing the lights still on, he figured he must have forgotten to switch them off before he left.

He approached the door, used the card key to unlock it, and found Genesis sitting with her arms crossed.

She got to her feet and walked over to him, wearing his oversized shirt and cheeky underwear. As she approached, she playfully pushed him with her lips pouting.

“Where the fuck was you at Jimmy? Do you know how many times I was calling and texting you? What the hell happened to your face?” Genesis asked him a question, gently holding his chin as she examined his face and noticed his swollen lip.

“My fault baby, I didn’t want to wake you while I was out handling some stuff.” He remarked while Genesis noticed his battered knuckles, prompting her to let out a deep sigh. “What you do Jimmy?”

He let out a sigh and clarified the situation to her, detailing why he hadn't picked up her calls while she listened attentively.

She struck him on the head, causing him to wince in pain as he shot her a disapproving glance. "Damn, Gigi the fuck was that for baby?” Jimmy was rubbing the back of his head.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't sneak off like that without letting me know, Jimmy I was worried.." Genesis said as her lips formed into a pout.

Jimmy appreciated her mischievous attitude as he approached her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist. He let his hands glide down to cup her ass before leaning in to kiss her full lips.

“You were worried about me princess?” Genesis nodded her head.

Jimmy lifted her by her thighs and carried her to their bed, settling on the edge as Genesis straddled him, her arms encircling his neck for balance. "I was concerned something might have happened to you. You can't be doing that, Jimmy," she said, running her fingers through his curls while feeling his lips against her neck.

“I’ll let you know next time baby, I’m sorry.” 

Genesis yawned and nodded, rubbing her eyes as she settled comfortably on his lap, resting against his chest. Jimmy laid her down on the bed, then removed his hoodie, revealing his muscular physique and strong arms before joining her on the bed.

He drew her nearer to his chest, allowing her to hear his heartbeat. The blankets enveloped them as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, gently rubbing her back in circular motions to help her drift back to sleep after she had been awake waiting for him.

She nestled deeper into his chest, closing her eyes and quickly drifting off to sleep. As he watched her, a chuckle escaped him at the sight of her chest rising and falling. He gently moved her hair aside to take in her beauty even more.

He softly whispered something for her to hear as she slept. “I love you Gigi, I’ll protect you until the day I die—I’ll put a bullet in someone’s head for you because that’s how much I love you.”

He kissed her temple gently, settled into the bed, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

He’ll do anything for her.

GUARDED

a/n: Cody and Jimmy whooped Zilla’s ass gooood bc wtf was is issue doing that to Gigi? So disgusting. I told yall—yall was finna hate me just a tabbb bit 🤏🏽🧍🏽‍♀️

But I hope yall like this chapter lmk in the comments below.

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chapter six

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I was tagged by @lazywriter-artist ashdhshs

Currently watching: I’m rewatching The Walten files

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: I would have to go with spicy and Savory, not big on eating sweets alot

Relationship status: Single, and not looking for a relationship, I’m happy all by myself.

Current obsession(s): Uhhh… Hellsing, Hazbin Hotel, and that’s really it 🫶

Last thing i googled: Platform sandals for the summer!

@grimescum @merumely @missmermaidsoaps @morgan-diablood @th3y-f0und-m3 @thrill-zilla-0v0 @cemeterymistress

Your turn!

I have been tagged smh smh— looking at you @systembug

Currently watching: eerrrmmm— sweats in man who can’t start series last I was trying to watch was my rewatch of cells at work (I Lurv Lurv Lurv it so much 🥰🥰🥰) and was trying to start the ace attorney anime (also lurv a lot) & I think rewatch one punch man or maybe assassination classroom—

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: probably sweet and savory depending on the mood, not the hugest spicy fan but I will sometimes enjoy it also :3

Relationship status: currently single and not really looking to mingle 👍 traditional relationships don’t tend to be my bag for many reasons (aro/Ace spec moment B>) but I do love having some homies to vibe with o7

Current obsession: warhammer— oh god warhammer- ya guys don’t understand man— I have so many ocs I haven’t posted it’s so bad- / pos I just Lurv it so so so much 🥺🥺 would kill for warhammer- chewing on my space marine figures so so so so so much arghhh (also yeah in the span of like 3 weeks I bought 5 action figures for warhammer bc I am in fact obsessed) the irls and non-warhammer mutuals fear when its name is mentioned /J

Last thing I googled: Military nicknames

For some ideas for some guardsmen ocs ^w^

Hehehe @m0rbidm1nk @thrill-zilla-0v0 @krynnmeridia @wolf-tail @v01d-v0r4c10us an invite for you guys :)!! If y’all wanna ofc ofc

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Kai help the HTTYD brainrot is back omg I'm definitely considering making a HTTYD AU of Dandy's World AAAAAAAA (I'm also making a Barista AU but like not yet idk ajdhahs I'm still shy AAAAA)

I already picked dragons for everyone sksksks it was a bit difficult cuz I tried not to give them the same dragons but ngl everyone would definitely have more than one dragon cuz MORE FIT THEM AND ANDNANDNANDNANDNADNAN

Like I gave Vee a Skrill and I feel like a Hideous Zippleback fits her too and I gave Shelly a Shovelhelm (I feel like the Gronckle definitely fits her too or even just Boulder Class dragons in general AAAAAA)

I GAVE GLISTEN A DEATH SONG CUZ OF HOW PRETTY IT LOOKS AND IT CAN KINDA SING TOO LIKE HIM AND IT'S SO FUNNY CUZ I GAVE FINN A THUNDERDRUM DRAGON WHICH IS KINDA DEAF AND IMMUNE TO THE DEATH'S SONG LURING CALL AND I'M GIGGLING SO HARD AHDHAHDHA

I actually have the entire list completed but like I'm thinking of giving them more than one dragon just not yet cuz I think it's already good enough ajdhahs

I'm definitely also giving them dragons from a very old game I used to adore that sadly isn't here anymore but I'll go only with aesthetics or looks here cuz sadly a lot of the lore got oofed along with it (and this game was very underrated too so a lot of the stuff- you genuinely cannot find anymore lost media aahhhh idk how to properly extract files from a dead game sobs skskss btw it's called Dragons and Titans and it's my favorite game of all time but rip)

BUT YEAH I HAVE IDEAS.. THREE AUS HELP AJDHHADHAHS

BUDDY I NEVER GOT INTO HTTYD BUT THIS IS SO NEAT HELLO???

THANKS FOR DESCRIBING SOME FOR ME IT GENUINELY HELPS

THE IDEA OF THESE GUYS HAVING DRAGONS IS SO SO COOL THOUGH LIKE OH MY GOODNESS GRAVY-

GLISTEN HAVING ONE THAT'S SUPER PRETTY AND SINGS WELL?? THAT FITS HIM SO WELL OH MY GOD- HE IS AN AMAZING SINGER IN MY AU AND HE'S THE REASON VEE SINGS SO MUCH- YEAH YOU GET A LITTLE LORE DROP MWAHAHAHA I LOVE YOU PLATONICALLY YOU GET THE FUNNY LORE DROPS WITH ZILLA MWAHAHAHA

No seriously though these are like extremely fucking cool I gotta get into that franchise sometime I swear

ALSO DUDE

BUDDY

PAL

I HAVE FOUR AU IDEAS AND ONLY TWO ARE WELL PLANNED OUT (Caretaker Shanon and Caretakers of Twisteds) I'M NOT THE ONE TO ASK FOR HELP FROM-

WE BOTH HAVE TOO MANY IDEAS HELP-

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vice queen

Chapter 137: “You Heard the Lady.”

The bunker was buzzing—morning rounds being shouted, crates being hauled, money being counted and mouths being shut. Camille walked in like she always did—Chanel shades, iced-out anklet catching the light with every step, and Jimmy trailing two steps behind her with that “yeah I know I’m whipped and what about it?” look.

The inner circle was already waiting in the meeting room: Sefa, Jacob, Zilla, and of course Jey, leaning in the corner like his hoodie could hide the tension on his face.

She didn’t even sit right away. Just dropped her file folder on the table with a thud, pulled her shades off slow, and scanned the room.

“Everybody here?”

“Yeah,” Sefa muttered, looking around. “What’s the word, Camille?”

Jimmy cleared his throat like he was tryna say something slick, but Camille raised a hand, eyes still on the boys.

“I’ll start with this.” She took a slow breath. “I told Jimmy I love him. For real.”

Jey blinked like she just dropped a nuke on the table.

Zilla sat back, eyes widening a bit. “…Damn.”

Camille kept going, smooth as ever.

“And I told him I want the real package.”

“Like… what?” Jacob asked, clearly not caught up yet.

Jimmy smirked. “She means she wants to get married.”

Dead silence.

Then—

“Oh shit,” Zilla muttered, sitting forward. “For real for real?”

Camille shrugged. “I ain’t about to do all this for free. Empire-building ain’t part of the girlfriend job description.”She looked directly at Jey. “If I’m gonna keep shouldering weight, building this shit out, keeping y’all fed and unjailed, then I need to be treated like the wife I already been acting like.”

Jey opened his mouth but said nothing. That guilt still clung to him like a damn fog.

Jimmy finally spoke again, voice calm but strong.

“You heard the lady. We making it official. Ring’s next. I’m not wasting another minute pretending she’s anything less than my everything.”

Jacob whistled low. “Guess we gon’ need a security budget for a wedding now.”

Sefa grinned, bumping knuckles with Zilla. “And a dress budget, cake budget—oh God, don’t let her plan this herself.”

Camille didn’t even blink. “Y’all all in the wedding party, by the way. Hope y’all clean up good.”

The boys all groaned but they were smiling.

Except Jey.

He stayed quiet, arms folded, jaw tight. Camille turned to him last, voice a little lower.

“You don’t gotta clap or throw confetti, Jey.” She slipped her shades back on. “But don’t fuck up my mood either.”

And with that? She slid into her seat, crossed her legs, and opened the folder like she hadn’t just casually announced her engagement like it was Tuesday brunch.

Boss energy. Queen moves. Period.

Chapter 138: “I Love You, Forehead.”

The air in the meeting room was thick—not with tension this time, but something softer. Something unspoken. Something trying to find its way out of the mess and into the light.

Camille paused mid-sentence. She closed the folder slowly, tapping her fingers against it in thought, then looked up at Jey. That still, brooding weight on his shoulders hadn’t budged since she walked in.

She let out a quiet sigh, her voice barely above a murmur.

"Hold on."

She pushed her chair back and stood, moving smooth and slow around the table. Everyone else stayed still, eyes bouncing between her and Jey like it was about to be another verbal beatdown or a full-on fade in the middle of the damn strategy meeting.

Jey flinched the second she got close, jaw locking. He didn’t even look at her.

She stopped in front of him, quiet for a beat.

Then—without a word—she reached up, grabbed him by the collar of that oversized hoodie… and pulled him straight into her arms.

Not a slap. Not a punch. A hug.

A real one. A tight one. One of those “I been mad but I also still love you and I’m tired” kinda hugs.

Jey froze like he forgot how to exist for a second. But her hand slid to the back of his head, gentle, holding him steady. Like a big sister. Like someone who knew what grief tasted like and was done chewing on it alone.

And then, soft as hell—so soft it made Sefa blink hard and look away—Camille whispered:

“I don’t hate you.”

His breath hitched.

“We both hurting.”

Jey’s hands were still at his sides, fists tight, but his chest was trembling like something cracked inside.

“Let’s not hurt and bleed on each other no more.”

She paused, a small smirk curling one side of her mouth as she leaned in just a lil’ closer, and whispered:

“I love you, forehead.”

The room was silent. Nobody dared speak. Not even Jimmy, who’d leaned forward like he was watching the most important scene of a movie he didn’t want to miss a second of.

Jey’s chin dipped. Shoulders shaking just slightly. He didn’t hug back, not right away—but his eyes shut and he leaned into her grip just the tiniest bit. Like maybe, just maybe, he needed this more than he thought.

Camille finally pulled back, tapping his chest with her fingertips.

"Now quit sulking like you ain’t still got power in you. We rebuilding. And you not gon’ disappear on me again, feel me?”

Jey nodded once, lips tight, eyes red—but his voice rasped out low.

“Yeah. I got you.”

She turned back to the table like nothing happened, snatching her folder and cracking it open again.

“Anyway. Let’s run the shipment breakdowns and talk perimeter watch. The streets don’t stop for hugs.”

And just like that? Camille was back in boss mode. But now the healing was in motion. Quiet. Real. Long overdue.

Chapter 139: "She Said She Loves You, Forehead."

The heavy steel door clicked shut behind Camille, her heels fading off down the corridor.

And for a solid minute, not one of them said a damn word.

Just five grown-ass men sitting around the table like school kids who just witnessed their teacher cry for the first time and realized she was human too.

Zilla leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “...The hell just happened?”

Sefa let out a long whistle. “She hugged Jey,” he muttered like he still didn’t believe it. “Camille hugged Jey.”

Jacob leaned forward, both elbows on the table, eyebrows raised like he was trying to replay it in his head. “Nah bruh, whispered to him. Held his head. Said she loved him.”

Jimmy, still lowkey zoned out, finally exhaled and rubbed his face with both hands. His voice was quiet but firm.

“She been carrying all that. Still gave him peace.”

The room shifted a bit. Reality sat a little heavier on all their shoulders.

Zilla scoffed, “She should’ve knocked his ass out for what he put her through.”

“She already did,” Jimmy said, cutting in. “And then she still came back and chose to love him. That shit ain’t weakness. That’s straight power.”

Jey didn’t say anything. He was still staring down at his hands in his lap, like they didn’t quite belong to him.

Jacob side-eyed him. “So what now, bruh? You good?”

Jey breathed out slow, then looked up. “I ain’t deserve that,” he said, raw. “Not even a little. But I’m grateful as hell she gave it anyway.”

Sefa nodded. “She saw through all the ego and pride. That ‘I love you, forehead’ hit harder than any bullet.”

Jimmy half-smirked, eyes still a little distant. “She’s been fighting for all of us without stopping. Didn’t flinch when she had to kill family. Didn’t fold when y’all doubted her. And somehow she still got room in her chest for love.” He leaned forward, voice low. “So we gotta step the fuck up and keep it that way. She shouldn’t have to carry any of us no more.”

Zilla pointed at Jimmy. “You finally talkin’ like her man.”

“Been her man,” Jimmy shot back, “but now I’m working on earning that title.”

That shut the table up again for a second.

Jey finally straightened his shoulders a bit. “I owe her. Not just an apology. My loyalty. My discipline. My silence when she needs peace. My fire when she needs backup.”

Jacob gave a small nod. “We all do. Ain’t none of us walking out of this with clean hands. But we can still walk with her.”

Just then, the lock turned again. Camille’s voice floated through from the hall.

“Y’all better not be talking about me while I’m gone, messy ass uncles.”

All five of them immediately sat up straighter like kids caught in the cookie jar. Jey cleared his throat. Jimmy chuckled.

Zilla called out, “We were talkin’ about lunch, ma’am!”

She laughed from down the hall. “Lyin’ ass. I’ll be back in ten. Have numbers ready.”

As her steps echoed away again, the men looked around the room, energy settled. Respect solidified. Hearts a little heavier—but stronger, too.

Jimmy whispered, just for himself:

“She said she loves you, forehead…” And smiled.

Chapter 140: “Courtney & Ariel.”

The meeting room door swung open like it was never locked in the first place, and Camille stepped in first, looking calm, fresh, and annoyingly unbothered—Chanel still clinging to her like a second skin, iced out but tactical. But this time? She wasn’t alone.

Two women flanked her. And the air? It changed. Real fast.

“Hold the applause,” Camille said dryly, stepping in with her arms crossed. “These my closest. We was grinding together as baby strippers and even before that. Blood wouldn’t make it tighter.”

Zilla blinked, sitting up straighter already, shoulders rolling back. Camille didn’t miss it.

She flicked her head toward the young, dark-skinned beauty on her right—long twists, lashes like knives, and a sparkling bottom grill that flashed when she grinned like she was three seconds from robbing and wifing somebody.

“Zilla, sit up straight,” Camille smirked. “She bites meaner than me.”

The woman grinned like the devil got a raise. “Courtney. Big Court. C. I don’t give a fuck long as the numbers sit right.” She popped her gum and winked. “You late on them ledgers? You gon’ see me before God do.”

Zilla coughed. “Damn.”

The room chuckled, but it was nervous energy—Courtney gave boss from the hair to the toes. She looked like she walked off an indictment and into an LLC.

Camille turned her head, eyes hitting Jey. Her tone dipped into dangerously teasing as she nodded toward the woman on her left. “Jey,” she drawled. “Don’t say I ain’t ever blessed you.”

A tall, golden-skinned woman with ginger curls, dramatic lashes, and a face that said “booked and busy in court and the club” tilted her head with a smirk. Her hoops touched her shoulders and her fit was leather-clad and entirely too fly for 10 a.m.

“She got a mean right hook,” Camille said. “And an even meaner aim.”

The woman rolled her eyes and shifted her weight. “See how you gon’ introduce me to the fine man like I’m a criminal?” she sassed, then snorted. “County was only five years, girl. I’m rehabilitated.”

Jimmy straight-up choked on air. Zilla snorted loud.

The woman threw her purse on the table and sat herself down like she’d owned the place since construction. “Ariel. And if you say ‘like the mermaid’ I’ma air this bitch out,” she said flatly, smacking her lips.

Jacob murmured, “Noted.”

Courtney plopped down in a chair and kicked her feet up. “We here now. So what’s the play? You brought the beasts out—this must be something heavy.”

Camille just smiled, folding her arms again, watching the five men who’d built empires with her but never seen this side.

“Simple,” she said. “You been dealing with soldiers. Now you dealing with commanders.”

Jimmy looked at her with a new flicker in his eyes.

Jey blinked. “You serious?”

Camille’s smile sharpened. “Dead.”

Ariel hummed. “So what I’m hearing is…” She looked Jey up and down slowly. “I get a kingpin and clearance to pistol whip people who test me?”

Camille didn’t even blink. “Long as you document it after. Y’all got ten minutes to get these two caught up.”

Courtney clapped her hands. “Cool. First—where the ledgers at, who’s cooking, and which of y’all dumbasses ordered 800 boxes of off-brand ammo instead of federal hollow tips.”

All five men stared.

Zilla muttered, “Oh they real.”

Camille smirked. “They always been. Welcome to the new boardroom, boys.”

Chapter 141: Power Moves and Foundations

Camille let the tension settle as she stood at the front of the room, arms crossed with that signature, cool-simmer confidence. The men were still adjusting to the sharp shift in energy since her two closest had entered the mix. The energy wasn’t just bossed-up anymore—it was regal, dangerous, and deeply connected.

She turned and gave the boys a look like sit tight and pay attention, then gave each woman a nod.

“Courtney’s running accounts, re-upping all the supplier talks, cleaning up whatever mess y’all thought y’all were handling,” Camille stated bluntly, her tone calm but sharp enough to slice through egos.

Courtney cracked her knuckles with a smirk. “If I find even one decimal outta place or one runner tryna skim, we slashing budgets and fingers. Play with someone else.”

The men shifted in their seats, Zilla in particular arching a brow—Courtney didn’t flinch.

“And Ariel,” Camille continued, her voice curling into something smug and dangerous, “is the new muscle. She’s riding with Ghost. I suggest y’all don’t get cute tryna test her.”

Ariel gave a pretty smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I like aim practice. Don’t make me use you as my warm-up.”

Jey blinked at her like she was a mirage. She winked, all teeth. “Relax, king. I ain’t into sloppy seconds... unless they fine and tryna make amends.”

Camille threw her head back laughing. “Girl please!”

Jimmy couldn’t stop the snort he let out as Camille came over and leaned against his chair, one hand idly ruffling his freshly re-done braids. “Alright,” she murmured, “Let’s make one thing clear. We not rebuilding—we built. Now it’s maintenance and evolution. Y’all got new sisters in this mix now. Don’t get stupid.”

The energy in the room shifted—again. The power wasn’t just Camille’s anymore. It radiated from the trio, bonded and lethal. Loyalty by blood, not DNA. The Fatu empire had just evolved.

And every soul in that room knew—this was only the beginning.

Chapter 142: Bad Bitches, Blinking Men

The room had just barely settled from Camille’s announcement before the two women behind her stepped forward and immediately owned the space like they were born to. Not just walking in — no, they entered. Like a storm with heels and edge control.

Camille held up a hand with a smug smile. “Hold the applause. These my day ones. We was grindin’ together back when strippers only made paper, not digital deposits.”

She nodded her head toward the right. “Zilla, sit up straight. She bite meaner than me.”

Zilla, who had been lounging with his arms crossed and chin tilted like he was unimpressed, straightened up real quick — too quick. His brows dipped, trying to recover that tough-guy mask. Too late.

The woman to Camille’s right grinned, full bottom grill sparkling. “Courtney,” she said, popping gum as she looked around. “Big Court. C. I don’t give a fuck long as the numbers sit right and my name ain’t spelled wrong on the direct deposit.”

She was tall, cocoa-brown skin glistening under the lights, hair slicked back into a puff that was definitely not to be played with. Her Dior slides tapped with every step as she pulled out her iPad and scanned the room with finance-shark eyes. She clocked Zilla without hesitation. “You got somethin’ to say?”

Zilla’s mouth opened then closed again. “Nah,” he mumbled. “Just wasn’t expectin’... all this.”

Courtney raised a brow. “What, a woman who knows how to count and cuss at the same time?”

Camille grinned like a villain.

“Anyway,” she continued, nodding to the other woman. “This one over here? I’m blessing your sorry ass, Jey.”

He blinked, sitting up straighter, cautious.

The woman next to her rolled her eyes. “See how you introduce me like I’m some cautionary tale? Don’t do that.” She stepped forward, hips swaying like she ain’t got nothin’ to prove. Her voice dropped like a hammer. “Ariel. And if one of y’all say ‘like the mermaid,’ I’m shootin’ up the warehouse.”

Zilla choked back a laugh.

Jey, however, was stuck. Fully stunned. Ariel’s presence cracked open some forgotten, soft, scared place in him. Her confidence didn’t just rattle the air — it rearranged it.

He managed a half-smile. “You always this aggressive?”

She smirked. “Only when I’m in a room full of men who think bein’ quiet means bein’ powerful. That you?”

Camille let out a laugh, grabbing a water and tossing it to Ariel. “Don’t kill ‘em yet.”

Ariel cracked it open. “No promises.”

Courtney meanwhile was already scrolling through her iPad. “Cam, I already spotted two missing ledger entries, a trail of skimmed points from a stash spot uptown, and three accounts that better be explained by somebody with a badge or a death wish.”

Zilla blinked. “Damn, you just got here.”

She looked at him over the rim of her iPad. “And yet I already got more done than most of y’all have in a week.”

Camille leaned on the table, tapping her nails. “See why I brought them?”

Jimmy, watching quietly from his seat, just shook his head. “They come with military training or…?”

“Nah,” Camille smirked. “Just real life. And a few years of not letting any man tell them what the fuck to do.”

Ariel turned her full attention to Jey, who hadn’t stopped looking at her since she stepped in. “You always brood this hard or is this like… post-heartbreak aesthetic?”

He sighed, slow and deep. “Somethin’ like that.”

Ariel softened, just a fraction. “Yeah, well. Don’t bleed on me unless you got bandages, king. I don’t babysit broken glass.”

Jey let out a laugh. Not much — just enough that the tension cracked at the edges.

Camille watched the room shift like a queen watching her empire breathe again.

Courtney clapped her iPad shut. “So. Who we firing first? Because somebody is definitely getting replaced before lunch.”

Zilla raised a brow. “You always this cutthroat?”

“I’m always this efficient. You either adapt… or get out the way.”

Chapter 143: Closed Doors and Cold Plans

The moment the Fatu men cleared out — still visibly rattled by the entrance of Courtney and Ariel — Camille motioned with two fingers.

“Ladies, come on. We got shit to lay out.”

Courtney tucked her iPad under her arm with a smirk. “Was wondering when the real meeting was gon’ start.”

Ariel rolled her eyes at the door where Jey had just left. “He fine but sad as hell. I hope he cry in cute font.”

Camille snorted as she pushed open the frosted-glass office door and led them inside. It was her war room: whiteboards, maps, a digital screen flickering with charts, and a thick binder labeled FATU OPS - BLACKBOOK resting dead center on the long marble table.

She closed the door behind them and locked it with a casual flick. “Alright,” Camille said, crossing her arms. “Now that the testosterone cloud has cleared — here’s what I really need y’all for.”

Courtney dropped into a seat like she owned it. “Lemme guess. You been runnin’ this whole damn empire practically solo while the boys play kingpin cosplay?”

Ariel plopped down across from her, stretching like a cat. “Sounds about right. And you need two real bitches to hold posts and keep you from stabbin’ somebody.”

Camille smiled without smiling. “Exactly.”

She pulled out a folder and tossed it on the table. Photos. Bank transfers. Names. Surveillance shots. Street cams. Wire logs. Full dossiers.

“These are the leaks, the suspects, and the soft points. I need y’all doing what y’all do best. Court, you're financials and logistics. Track the paper trail, freeze any funny money, flag any runner who even blinks at skimming. Ariel, I need boots on necks. You gonna hit corners and scare ‘em straight or knock ‘em out the game if they don't fall in line.”

Courtney was already flipping through the first page. “Gotchu. I’ll set up shadow books and backdate all movement for the last six months. I’m gonna audit they shit blindfolded just to make it fair.”

Ariel pulled her Glock out, clicked it once, and slid it back in place. “Give me names. Addresses. I’ll shake the trees. And I’ll know if anyone’s lyin’ to me in two sentences.”

Camille leaned against the table, chin tilted up. “These boys think this shit gone fall apart without them. What they don’t know is I brought y’all in not to help me carry the weight—”

Courtney cut in, “—but to remind them who was really holdin’ it down the whole damn time.”

Camille grinned. “Exactly. I want this operation tighter than a wiretap and slicker than a bribe. We not patching holes no more. We building a goddamn fortress.”

Ariel raised her brows. “So when do we get to take over the council room too?”

Camille’s smirk turned sharp. “After I give them a week to sweat. Let ‘em get comfy again. Then we let the boys know — this empire got a first lady, two war generals, and no room left for dead weight.”

They all nodded. No need for more words. This was what they were built for.

Power, control, legacy.

And now?

The era of queens had officially begun.

Chapter 144: Watch the Throne

The week passed like smoke through a barrel — slow, hot, and thick with tension.

Camille made exactly one public appearance since locking the office door behind her in that war meeting. One. And that was enough.

Because by the time Friday hit, the block had changed tempo. Corners that used to hum with side hustle and side-eyes were now locked down with silent precision. Drop-offs were back on time. Safe houses? Re-secured. Loyalty? Being tested.

And the Fatu men? Yeah. They noticed.

Jimmy stood on the upper floor of the main compound, one arm leaning against the railing, watching the security cam feeds loop on the monitors below. Every third frame? Camille’s influence. Courtney’s signature. Ariel’s footprints.

“Who re-routed the shipment manifests?” he asked out loud.

Zilla didn’t look up from his seat. “Courtney. She snatched control of the port access codes two nights ago. Said we don’t need surprises at customs no more.”

Jimmy grunted. “Since when she got clearance?”

“Since Camille gave it to her.” Jey leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, gold chain swinging. “That whole office used to be ours. Now we lucky if they buzz us in.”

Solo was posted on the couch with his phone in hand, but even he looked up at that. “They movin’ like they done planned this shit six months ago.”

Tama walked in last, fresh from the streets. “They did.”

Everyone turned.

Tama tossed his jacket over the back of the chair. “Camille ain’t reactin’. She’s executing. I ran into Ariel on 145th — had three soldiers with her, movin’ tight. Courthouse files, property audits, bank slips. She makin’ sure every dollar that ever touched our hands got a clean trail.”

Zilla exhaled through his nose. “And Camille?”

“Silent. Still. Dangerous,” Tama said. “Like she’s playin’ chess with ghosts and only we can see the pieces move.”

Back in the War Room…

Camille sipped her black coffee while Courtney clicked through a 3D schematic of their shipping lines. Ariel leaned over a map with colored pins, marking out enforcement zones.

“Zilla’s crew keeps circle-talking on corner control,” Ariel said flatly. “They think ‘cause he quiet he don’t see what’s goin’ on. But they leakin’. Two mules flipped last night.”

Courtney didn’t even look up. “Freeze their accounts. Move their stash to the South Bronx depot. Let Zilla find out when he opens the locker.”

Camille nodded slowly. “Good. Make the lesson sting.”

“Think they’re catching on?” Ariel asked, half-smirking.

Camille’s smile was razor-sharp. “Oh, they feel it. I want ‘em paranoid. I want ‘em second-guessing if they still got pull. Because when I walk back in that council room—”

Courtney finished for her, “—they’ll be asking for orders.”

Ariel let out a low whistle. “Damn. You not just takin’ power. You rewriting the hierarchy.”

Camille’s voice dropped. “I told them before: I don’t want the throne. I built the castle. That seat already got my name on it.”

Later That Night…

Jey found himself on the rooftop, shirt half-unbuttoned, drink in hand, staring out at the city like it had answers.

Ariel stepped up behind him without a sound.

“You always come up here when you’re overthinking,” she said, teasing.

He didn’t look at her. “You always know where I am.”

She slid beside him, her presence calm and warm. “We ain’t tryin’ to push you out, you know.”

He finally turned to her, gaze conflicted. “Then why it feel like we already been replaced?”

She shrugged. “Because y’all used to bein’ kings. And you just found out queens move diagonally.”

Chapter 145: Two Shots, No Misses

The night was too quiet.

That type of quiet that sat wrong in Jey’s bones, like the city had taken a breath but forgot to let it out. The warehouse in Red Hook was supposed to be routine — check the incoming shipment, secure the handoff, bounce. But the minute they stepped inside, Jey knew something was off.

No guards. No sound. No lights, except for one weak ass bulb flickering overhead.

Zilla muttered, “This feel like a trap to you?”

Jey had already drawn his piece. “Yup.”

They moved slow, guns raised, steps light on the concrete floor. But they were surrounded before they even made it to the center aisle. Shadows peeled off the walls like roaches — masked men, guns aimed, already cocked.

"Y’all cute for thinkin’ you run shit," one of them sneered. “But the new regime don’t got space for has-beens.”

Zilla’s lip curled. “You clearly don’t know who you playin’ with.”

Jey was halfway to snapping off a shot when he heard it — the slick, sickening click of a gun being aimed at the back of his head.

"Don't," the voice said. Cold. Confident.

But it wasn’t one of the opps.

It was Ariel.

Before Jey could blink, the man behind him gurgled — one clean slice across the throat, then dropped like dead weight. She didn’t even flinch.

She spun, dropped into a crouch, and fired — POP POP — two center-mass shots to the right flank. Chaos erupted. Men yelling, bullets flying.

Ariel moved like water and vengeance — gliding through crossfire like it was choreographed. "I told Camille y’all needed babysitters," she grunted, dropping another man with a spin-kick to the ribs, "but I didn’t think you’d actually try to die tonight."

Jey, breathless, dropped into cover beside her. “Shit… you always gotta show off when I’m around?”

She smirked. “You give me a reason every damn time.”

Elsewhere — Rooftop Perimeter, Same Time

Zilla had just ducked behind a metal crate, bullets pinging off concrete, when a flash of movement made him tense.

“Don’t move,” came a low whisper in his ear.

Zilla froze.

But it was Courtney — breath steady, eyes locked on two figures moving behind the scaffolding across the lot. "See them? Two shooters. Scope and suppressors. They came for you, baby."

Zilla started to speak — but Courtney raised one hand, eyes sharp and calculating.

Then she breathed once. Shifted her grip. And fired.

One. Single. Bullet.

Both men dropped like dominos. One hit in the temple, the other through the eye — clean, neat, and lethal.

Zilla blinked. “You… that was one shot.”

Courtney chambered another round with zero expression. “Math. Trajectory. Wind. Same bullet, two skulls. Let me know if you need a third.”

Zilla just stared. In the middle of a goddamn firefight, man had the nerve to look starstruck.

Back at the Warehouse

Ten minutes later, the bodies were being cleaned up by their cleanup crew. The air reeked of gunpowder and warning.

Ariel handed Jey a water bottle. He was still breathing heavy.

"You good?" she asked, tone softer now.

He nodded. "Yeah. But next time I say I got it, remind me I don't."

She chuckled. “Already knew.”

Camille’s Office - Later That Night

Camille sat at the head of the war table, fingers steepled, eyes like twin blades of obsidian.

Courtney and Ariel stood to her left and right. Calm. Unbothered. Deadly.

The men?

Silent. Still coming down from the adrenaline. Still trying to figure out when the hell the girls passed them in rank.

Camille finally spoke.

“I didn’t bring them in to soften the blow.”

She leaned forward.

“I brought them in because when the bullets start flyin’, I need people who shoot first and think better.”

She let that sink in. Every man at the table flinched, even just a little.

Then she smiled. That queenpin smile. The one that promised fire behind silk.

“Now. Let's talk retaliation.”

Chapter 146: Claim What’s Yours

The compound was finally quiet. Blood cleaned, bodies bagged, and tension thick like syrup in the air.

Upstairs, Jey sat on the leather sectional with his shirt half off, wincing every time he moved like a man fighting pride harder than pain.

Ariel walked in sipping a juice box. Yep. A damn juice box.

“You look like you lost a fight with a staircase,” she said, eyes dancing with amusement.

Jey rolled his eyes. “I ain’t ask for commentary.”

She pulled the ice pack from the freezer with one hand, still sipping. Walked over. Tossed it at him—not gently. He caught it with a grunt.

"That's for the ribs, Mr. Heartbreak,” she said sweetly. “And don’t worry. I like my men bruised and emotionally unavailable.”

He pressed the pack to his side, hissing. “Damn, you just gon’ clown me and flirt at the same time?”

Ariel popped her gum, crouched in front of him, smirking with full chaos energy. “Flirt? Baby, I saved you. This a favortab now. So when we get dessert? It’s on you.”

He blinked. “You mean like… ice cream or like…”

Her voice dropped, low and slick. “Pick a flavor and find out.”

Jey’s ears turned red. Ariel just laughed, snatched the ice pack, and smacked it against his side again before strolling off, hips swinging like a threat.

Across the Room

Zilla sat deep in one of the velvet chairs, scrolling through his messages, silent as always. Controlled. Calculated.

Until Courtney strutted in—no announcement, no pause, no warning. She didn’t even make eye contact.

Just walked straight over… and sat on his lap like it had always been hers.

Zilla froze.

“You comfortable?” he asked, voice low but not annoyed.

She leaned back against his chest like a damn queen. “Mmhmm.”

“You ain’t even say hi.”

She shrugged, eyes still glued to her phone. “Didn’t need to. You already knew I was comin’.”

Zilla stared for a second, a slow smirk curling at the edge of his mouth. This woman.

“You always move like this?” he murmured against her temple.

She finally looked at him. “Only when I know the seat fits.”

His hands slid around her waist without thinking. Like instinct. Like gravity.

Chapter 147: Claimed and Unapologetic

The doors to Camille’s private suite creaked open, slow and deliberate.

Jimmy stepped in like he belonged there—because he did. His energy? Heavy. Focused. No smile, no hesitation, just that calm storm he wore like cologne.

Camille was leaned over a blueprint at her desk, earrings off, lashes still on, sipping a whiskey straight with a slice of orange rind.

She didn’t look up.

“You showin’ up late to my war room now?” she asked, voice low and sharp.

Jimmy didn’t answer right away. Just walked up behind her, real slow, hands slipping around her waist from behind, pulling her back against his chest.

“Had to let my brothers lick their wounds first,” he murmured against her neck. “You had us all shook yesterday.”

Camille finally smirked. “Good.”

He kissed her shoulder. “You runnin’ this empire better than we ever did. I came to collect what's mine.”

She turned slowly, arms crossing. “Collect who? Me?”

Jimmy nodded once. “You. Ain’t no queenpin without her king by her side. And I know better than to try and lead a woman like you. I just wanna stand next to you and match pressure.”

Camille studied him for a long second. Then: “Then shut up and help me run this city.”

He kissed her like an oath. One hand on her hip, the other on the blueprint. Business and pleasure, aligned.

Downstairs - Lounge Area

Zilla still hadn’t said a word since Courtney sat on his lap. He wasn’t trying to break the spell.

But her fingers were running along the edge of his jacket, eyes distant now. Like something old was pressing at the door in her head.

“You ever wonder why I move fast?” she asked suddenly, voice too even.

Zilla tilted his head. “No. But I’m listenin’.”

Courtney exhaled through her nose, still not looking at him.

“My man got gunned down two years ago,” she said, soft but clear. “By cops. Said he robbed the corner store. Truth is… he was walking home with a grape Nehi and a pack of Backwoods in his hand.”

Zilla’s face tightened. Jaw flexed.

“They aired him out in the alley. Said he ‘fit a description.’ That man ain’t ever even steal a breath.”

Courtney looked up at the ceiling, blinking like she’d already cried every tear there was.

“After that? I swore I wouldn’t wait for shit no more. Not permission. Not timing. Not life. If I want somethin’? I take it.”

She turned her head and finally looked him in the eye. “So yeah… maybe I’m in your lap like I been here. Maybe I kissed you in my head already. Maybe I’ll kiss you for real next. You cool with that?”

Zilla nodded, dead serious.

“Hell yeah,” he said. “And if you ever wanna take a break from carrying all that weight, I got you. No questions. No slowin’ you down. Just… ride.”

Courtney gave him a half-smile. The first real one.

“Then don’t move. You officially the most comfortable seat in the house.”

Ariel in the Hallway, Again, Being Nosy

Ariel stood at the corner, watching from the shadows like the little chaos fairy she was. She chewed her gum slow.

“She like him,” she mumbled to herself, grinning.

A voice behind her: “You jealous?”

She turned. Jey.

“No,” she said, smirking. “I just move slower with heartbreak cases.”

Jey raised a brow. “So I’m a case now?”

She walked past him, trailing her fingers across his chest. “Oh, baby. You a whole file folder.”

Chapter 148: All Cards, No Cap

Zilla & Courtney – Same Lap, Different Weight

The silence between them wasn’t awkward—it was heavy. Comfortable. A stillness only built by two people who’ve already seen too much to be scared of quiet.

Zilla’s arms were still around her waist, his breath warm on her shoulder as he finally spoke.

“Did four in county.”

Courtney blinked but didn’t flinch. Didn’t even move.

“Dirty cops. We scrubbed them already. And the attorneys. But my hands... far from clean.”

His voice was low, like confession and apology all in one.

“Was fast as a teen. Wild. Got a six-year-old daughter—Maya. Sweetest thing you’d ever meet. Her mama? A junkie. In and out since she gave birth. She barely knows her. Maya’s with me full-time.”

He tightened his arms around Courtney’s waist, like waiting for a reaction.

“That cool?”

Courtney turned her head slow, meeting his eyes.

“Boy, I did five in county,” she said, lips twitching into a sly smile. “And trust, I earned every damn minute. Armed robbery—couple dudes jacked my bag. I jacked their car, cash, and shoes.”

She leaned her head back against his chest like it was story time.

“Aggravated assault on an officer—he grabbed me first. I meant that elbow to the throat. And allegedly…” she shrugged, “vehicular homicide. But that bitch been stealin’ my tips at the club for months. She stepped off the curb at the wrong time.”

Zilla blinked. Then laughed. A deep, quiet, surprised laugh.

“You deadass?”

Courtney turned fully in his lap, straddling him now, her face dead serious but her eyes dancing.

“I wish I was playin’. I’m not the pretty background type. You cool with that?”

Zilla didn’t hesitate.

“Deadass. I been cool. You make sense now.”

Courtney ran her fingers through the curls at the back of his neck.

“So do you.”

They sat there, two felons wrapped around each other like redemption, like home wasn't always a place—it was a person.

Ariel & Jey – Truths in the Lowlight

They were outside now. On the back steps. Jey nursed another water bottle like it owed him something. Ariel leaned against the rail, her gold hoops catching the low light.

She eyed him slowly, like sizing up a house she might move into.

“That shit you pulled with my friend?” she said, popping her gum. “Was fucked up.”

Jey exhaled, shoulders dropping. “Yeah.”

“But,” she added, tipping her chin up, “I get it. No risks. No new threats. You thought you was protecting your family. I get it. Don’t mean I forgive it yet, but I get it.”

Jey looked up at her, raw and quiet. “I didn’t expect her to come back with you. Or come back this hard. I thought… I was doin’ the right thing. I ain't slept since she left.”

Ariel hummed. “Yeah. Five years married ain’t easy to walk away from.”

His eyes flicked up fast. “How you know—?”

“I listen.”

She stepped down one step, just close enough to be heard softer.

“My ex ain’t dead. He in federal.”

Jey’s brows lifted.

“Ten years. Beatin’ my ass into a coma was the last straw. Put me in the hospital and my name in court records. They say survival gives you perspective—I say it gives you clarity.”

She looked him straight in the eye now.

“So when I say I get you, I mean I know what fear looks like in a man tryin’ to act like a savior. I just don’t need savin’. Neither do your people.”

Jey didn’t respond at first. Just nodded, slow. Then finally:

“You scare me a little.”

Ariel smiled. “Good. That means you’ll listen when I talk.”

Back Upstairs – Camille Watching from Her Balcony

From her office balcony, Camille looked down at her empire like a chessboard. Queens in place. Kings adjusting. Pieces clicking into alignment.

She sipped her drink, eyes glittering in the dark.

Everything was going exactly how it needed to.

Chapter 149: Little Sister, Big Chaos

Camille was mid-sip of her champagne, eyes scanning the tablet in her hand, when her phone lit up with a notification.

She paused.

Then squealed.

“Oh my God—my Marsy Mars is here!!”

She launched up so fast her Dior slides went flying. One landed under the coffee table, the other skidded straight into Zilla’s shin.

He blinked, unmoved. Used to her dramatics.

But Camille?

Gone.

She hit the steel stairwell in a sprint, her acrylics clicking like a drum solo as she flew up toward the secure entry point at the top of the bunker.

“Move, move, move!” she yelled at the retina scanner. “That’s my baby!”

The glass door unlocked with a hiss, and Camille clacked in the code like her life depended on it.

Clack clack clack—BOOM. Door swung open.

And there stood Marissa.

Tight waist, long lashes, bubblegum lip gloss and a duffel bag slung over one shoulder like she just beat TSA with a smirk. 5’2 but carried herself like she was 6 feet and untouchable. And yeah—she looked just like Camille… but sharper. Wilder. Like Camille was the queen and Marissa? The assassin in heels.

“Bitchhhh,” Camille yelled, throwing her arms around her. “You look good! You gain weight?? That ass sittin’—”

“I know, ho!” Marissa laughed, hugging her back. “Plane food was hittin’, I’m bloated and still a bad bitch.”

They stepped inside like they owned the place (because lowkey, they did), and immediately all the energy in the room shifted.

The Fatu men were scattered, doing their usual brooding and plotting—but the second Marissa entered?

Silence.

Eyes turned.

Sefa, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looked up from his phone and blinked. His eyes locked on her like they caught a signal from the heavens.

But Marissa?

She stared right back.

And squinted.

“Who the fuck you lookin’ at, old man?” she snapped, tilting her head like she was ready to square up in the middle of the damn lobby.

Sefa blinked once. Slow.

Then tilted his head, smirking just enough to make it worse. “You must be the baby sister.”

Marissa kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes. “And you must be the walking muscle milk bottle with too much time on your hands.”

Courtney choked on her drink. Ariel whispered, “Oh she’s wild wild.”

Camille raised her hand like she was calling the class to order. “Y’all. Marissa. My baby. My headache. My first fight and my last call. She’s here for a while.”

Jimmy raised a brow, looking at Camille sideways. “You got a whole sister and never said nothin’?”

Camille shrugged with zero guilt. “She ain’t nobody’s business. Now she here, and she’s definitely y’all’s problem.”

Zilla mumbled, “Five foot two and she walkin’ like she just caught a body before lunch.”

Marissa was already walking through the room like she was running security checks, taking in every face, every corner, already knowing who she didn’t trust.

And when she passed Sefa again, she stopped.

Looked him up and down.

“Don’t get ideas, old head. I bite.”

Sefa smirked. “Good. I like dogs that bark and bite.”

Camille groaned. “Jesus Christ.”

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ssh Secure Shell 기본 설명

기본 개념 : https://youtu.be/qWKK_PNHnnA

아래그림음 ssh의 작동원리를 쉽게 설명한 그림들이다. 

각자가 각자의 자물쇠를 이용한다. 그래서 이동중에는 하나이건 둘이건 자물쇠가 잠긴 상태의 가방이 이동하기 때문에 외부인이 그 내용을 가로채서 열어볼수 없다.  

아래는 macos에서 ssh server를 작동하는 방법을 설명

아래는 raspberry pi 에서 ssh server를 작동하는 방법을 설명

아래는 windows에서 ssh server를 작동하는 방법을 설명

아래는 android에서 ssh server를 돌리는 방법을 설명 simplesshd라는 app을 이용한다 (ios는 없다.)

아래는 windows에서 ssh client를 작동하는 방법을 설명

아래는 android, ios 에서 ssh client를 작동하는 방법을 설명

기본 사용 설명 : https://youtu.be/hQWRp-FdTpc

이 기본설명은 digital ocean 에 있는 서버를 연결하는 것을 예시로 보여주고 있다.

digital ocean의 경우 root password reset과정을 통해 새로운 비밀번호를 받고 그것을 이용해서 digital ocean이 제공하는 console을 통해 접속할때 본인의 새로운 비밀번호를 설정했다. 이렇게 digital ocean console을 통해 서버에 들어간다음

/etc/ssh/sshd_config next lines: 1) PasswordAuthentication yes 2) PermitRootLogin yes 3) PubkeyAuthentication yes 4) AuthorizedKeysFile .ssh/authorized_keys

위와 같이 sshd 서버 설정을 수정한다.그래야 접속가능하다. 그리고 아래 과정 수행

ssh root@아이.피.어드.레스

를 통해 password prompt를 얻고 패스워드를 넣어 접속가능하게 된다.

ssh-keygen을 통해 새로운 키를 생성한다.

cat ~/.ssh/키이름.pub 을 통해 pub키를 확인하고 이를 복사해서 web site 에 profile - security 항목에서 직접 넣을수도 있고 터미널에 아래 명령어를 이용

cat ~/.ssh/키이름.pub | ssh demo@아이피.어드.레.스 "mkdir -p ~/.ssh && chmod 700 ~/.ssh && cat >>  ~/.ssh/authorized_keys"

넣을수도 있다.

넣고 난 다음에 key를 이용해서 ssh 접속하는 경우

ssh -i ~/.ssh/프라이빗키화일이름 root@아이피.어드.레.스

를 통해 해야 한다.

digital ocean에서 ssh 사용법

ref) https://www.digitalocean.com/community/tutorials/how-to-set-up-ssh-keys--2

여러키를 load한 경우 특정 키로 접속하는 방법

ref) https://www.digitalocean.com/community/questions/permission-denied-publickey-for-root-login

if you have multiple SSH keys loaded into your agent.

Lets say your key file is idrsa and idrsa.pub respectivly

ssh -i ~/.ssh/id_rsa root@111.11.11.111

sshd (ssh 서버 설정 수정하고 다시 서버 돌리기)

ref) https://www.digitalocean.com/community/questions/ssh-permission-denied-publickey

I entered on droplet through Control Access via browser. And then changed on server file /etc/ssh/sshd_config next lines: 1) PasswordAuthentication yes 2) PermitRootLogin yes 3) PubkeyAuthentication yes 4) AuthorizedKeysFile .ssh/authorized_keys

And then restarted sshd by :        systemctl restart sshd

등록된 key를 보는 방법, 지우는 방법

Run ssh-add -l to list the agent's keys, ssh-add -D to clean out all keys.

ref) https://superuser.com/a/271673

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 filezilla 를 이용한 sftp

ref) https://youtu.be/6njnV8n0uig