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the og bloodline  / bloodline property (part one)
jey uso / jimmy uso / roman reigns / solo sikoa x fem!reader  word count → 4k summary →  you belong to the bloodline, in every sense of the word. and your job is to serve. tags → multiple partners, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, hair-pulling, praise kink, daddy kink, possessive behavior, hickies, dom/sub dynamics, vaginal sex, creampie, begging, light choking, crying, overstimulation
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” Jey groaned in your ear, his hands braced on either side of your head as he continued to thrust into you. You opened your legs wider to provide more access, allowing him to grind deeper, the tip of his cock now kissing your cervix. 
Jey always started with you first. He was so good at getting you open and relaxed, so much sweeter in comparison to his brothers. He was always gentle, pressing chaste kissing against your cheek as he made sure you felt good. With Jey, it wasn’t just sex. He wanted to make you happy. Wanted you to enjoy it. 
“You gon’ hurry the fuck up or what?” You heard Jimmy snap, always impatient. 
Jey threw an annoyed glance over his shoulder. “Chill out, uce. We ain’t in a rush.”
Jimmy let out a huff, pacing the length of the room in frustration. “You takin’ too fuckin’ long. She needs a real man to show her what’s up.”
Jey curled his lip, a scathing remark on his tongue, before Roman’s booming voice interrupted them. “You'll get your turn soon enough.”
You couldn’t see him, not as Jey kept you caged between his arms, impaled on his cock, but Roman's next words left no room for argument. “Enough with the bickering." 
The twins obeyed, though you could still see the annoyance on Jey’s face as he looked back down at you. 
“Just ignore him, babygirl,” he whispered, peppering your neck with soft kisses. “You know I ain’t gon’ leave you hangin’. You know I always give you whatchu want.”
He always did. 
You felt his hand reach down between the two of you, his long fingers finding that small, sensitive bud with ease. You felt sparks shoot down your spine at his touch, your legs falling open further just so you could feel more. 
He chuckled against your skin, picking up the pace of both his hips and his fingers, pushing you closer and closer to your release. 
He leaned up and brushed his lips against yours. They were soft, his kiss gentle as he continued to fuck into you, his fingers playing so perfectly with your clit that you found yourself writhing against him. 
You threw your head back and searched for Roman, your mouth open as soft moans fell from your lips. 
“Please, Daddy,” you begged, your thighs beginning to shake. “Please, can I come?” 
The Tribal Chief was the only one who could grant you permission and you were pleased when you heard him off to the side, out of your line of vision, say, “You can come, pretty girl.”
The orgasm was perfect. It always was with Jey. Pleasure unfurled from your core as you sank deeper into the mattress, your muscles relaxing as the tension released. Jey wasn’t far behind, his hips stuttering against yours. 
“Gonna fill you up, babygirl,” he gasped in your ear and that was the only warning you got before you felt him paint your walls white, warmth spreading inside of you at the feeling. He let out a contented sigh, continuing to press sweet kisses into your skin. 
“You did so good, sweetheart,” he murmured, placing another kiss against your lips. You offered him a lazy smile, your eyes still glazed over from the pleasure he’d given you. 
“Alright, alright, come on, uce. Move it.” Jimmy was already at your side, shoving at Jey in an effort to get him off of you. 
Jey scowled, but he slowly pulled out of you, your body shivering from the feeling of emptiness. 
“Will you chill out for two fucking seconds? Jesus, you act like you ain’t ever gon’ get a turn.” 
“I been waitin’ all day. And I ain’t got time to sit here while you doin’
whatever that was.”
“Man, if you don’t-”
“Enough.” Roman’s voice quickly shut them up. He was used to this. The twins almost always bickered when they fucked you together. It was just their way. They were too competitive. And a little too possessive for someone they were meant to share. 
Jey threw you a cheeky wink before finally climbing off of you, Jimmy already tangling his fingers into your hair and pulling you up to meet him. 
“Been waitin’ to fuck this pretty pussy all day, little girl,” he growled, quickly hauling you to your feet. Jey preferred to fuck you in missionary, his face close to yours so he could kiss you and watch your eyes cross in pleasure. Jimmy, on the other hand, almost always fucked you from behind, holding you out on display for the entire world to see. He enjoyed grabbing you by the hair, your tits bouncing as he pounded into you from the back. 
As he manhandled you into position, you met Roman’s gaze. He was sitting in the chair near the door, watching you with hooded eyes as Jimmy shoved you forward onto the bed, his hands gripping your hips brutally as he lined up behind you. 
The Tribal Chief was generous and usually let his cousins go first on nights like this. He wasn’t hurried, knowing that you’d be begging for his cock by the end of it anyways. You may be Bloodline property, but Roman was the chief. You belonged to him. 
Jimmy pushed into you, his cock thicker than Jey’s, causing your back to arch at the feeling. He let out a chuckle, grabbing a fistful of your hair. “So fucking tight,” he hissed, beginning to pump in and out of you. “You sure you fucked her, Jey?” 
“Fuck off, man.” 
You glanced over and saw that Jey was standing near Solo, both of them watching as Jimmy pounded into you from behind. Solo was always difficult to read, his eyes dark as he stared at you. Had it been a few months ago, you wouldn’t have known what he was thinking. Now you knew that the distinctive twinkle in his eye was lust, the barest, imperceptible tick of a jaw the only sign of his impatience. 
He’d have a turn after Jimmy. That was how things usually went. If the Bloodline was anything, it was traditional. All four men were creatures of habit, which is perhaps why it hadn’t taken long for you to learn their routine, easily falling into their lifestyle. It had been difficult at first, managing all of their varying personalities, their different schedules, but you had learned. 
Now as Jimmy continued to drill into you from the back, the tug on your hair bordering on painful, you were reminded of the very first lesson you had learned with them: you belonged to the Bloodline, in every sense of the word. They had claimed you. Owned you. Body and soul. 
Jimmy shifted the angle of his hips, and you felt stars explode across your vision as he hit your g-spot with devastating accuracy, your knees almost buckling from how good it felt.
Jimmy pulled tighter on your hair and your mouth fell open, soft moans spilling from your parted lips. You heard Jimmy chuckle, his other hand gripping your hip so hard you knew it would bruise. 
“What a good slut,” he snarled, his pace relentless as he bullied you towards your next orgasm. “You gonna come on this dick?” 
You tried to nod but his grip on your hair made it impossible. Jimmy growled, smacking your ass for good measure as he kept up the brutal pace. The roughness of his thrusts combined with his incessant abuse against your g-spot had you spiraling towards orgasm. Again. 
“Please, Daddy,” you begged, meeting the Tribal Chief’s gaze as Jimmy pulled on your hair so hard again tears sprung into your eyes. “Please, can I come?”
Roman’s eyes were dark, his face unreadable as he replied. “Come again, sweetheart.” 
You felt the tension inside you snap, Jimmy wringing the orgasm from your body with each sharp thrust of his hips. Your walls contracted around him, causing him to groan. 
“That’s right, little girl. Imma finish right here inside you. Right where I belong. Fuck!” 
Jimmy yanked at your hair so hard that you were forced to stand, his hands now wrapping around your neck as he pulled you back against his chest. His grip tightened and you felt him release inside you, a new warmth spreading between your legs as he finished. 
The world was still for a moment, your ears ringing like a jet had just flown by, until Jimmy finally relaxed, slowly loosening his fingers from the tight grip he’d kept on your neck. 
“Good girl,” he praised, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. He slowly pulled out of you, and you whimpered, feeling some of his come leak out and trickle down your leg. Jimmy chuckled, pressing another kiss into your hair. This was the only time he was sweet like his twin, the post-orgasmic bliss making him tender and soft. You melted in his arms, allowing him to lay you softly back on the bed. He gently pushed you back against a pillow, his hands warm against your heated skin. “You always so good for me, pretty girl.” 
You leaned into his touch and Jimmy smiled, brushing a few stray hairs from your face. He soon moved away, another hand now on your face, this one much bigger. 
“You feeling good, sweetheart?” The Tribal Chief’s voice was low in your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his breath fanned across your neck. “Need your Daddy to take care of you?” 
You let out a low whine, already reaching out for him, despite the gooey feeling in your arms. You heard Roman let out a low chuckle, sitting up against the headboard and pulling you into his lap. You went easily, allowing his strong arms to wrap around you and bring you closer, your legs falling on either side of his hips to straddle him. 
You realized now that things were not following their usual order. Usually, it was Solo who went next, leaving hickies and marks across your neck and chest as he fucked into you. You turned around instinctively to look for him, your brow furrowed in worry. 
“Aw, you worried about Solo, babygirl?” Roman’s tone was patronizing, roughly grabbing your chin to look back at him. “Don’t want him to feel left out?” 
You whimpered as he kept a tight grip on your chin, his eyes blazing with intensity as he looked up at you. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” he murmured, releasing your chin to cup your cheek. “Solo will get his turn. I just couldn’t wait any longer. You looked too perfect tonight. I just couldn’t help myself
” 
He ran his hands across your body, admiring the way you reacted to his touch, your hips already rolling forward to meet the erection that was nudging against your inner thigh. He allowed you to take what you wanted, sinking onto his cock with ease, your toes curling at the full feeling inside of you. 
“Good girl,” he praised, running his hands along your sides, his face now close to yours as he pressed sweet kisses against your jaw. “You like sitting in Daddy’s lap?” 
You nodded, reaching out to touch the beautifully sculpted muscles of his chest as you began to move your hips, never taking your eyes off his. 
The Tribal Chief was smirking at you, his large hands encircling your torso. “Such an eager slut, aren’t you, sweetheart? Already been fucked twice and you still want more?” 
You rolled your hips again in answer to his question, the feeling of him inside you erasing all thoughts from your brain, bliss overtaking your body. He always made you feel like this, his cock so thick and long that it completely filled you up, hitting that perfect spot inside of you with every thrust, no matter the angle. You could have sworn your insides had morphed to fit him perfectly and he seemed to agree. 
“Like you were made for me, baby. Such a good girl for your Tribal Chief.” 
Your eyes fluttered at his praise, rolling your head back as he pressed wet kisses to your exposed neck, teeth nipping at the pulse point beneath your jaw. You felt yourself clench around him and he laughed, reaching around to grab a handful of your ass as you began to grind on top of him. 
“You gonna ride me, pretty girl?” Roman’s voice was a low growl, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. “Gonna take what you want from me?” 
“Yes, please,” you moaned, grinding further down so your clit could make contact with his skin. “Please, Daddy. I want you so bad.” 
He laughed, the sound rumbling through the large expanse of his chest. “‘Atta girl,” he praised, allowing you to control the pace. “Take what you want. I’m all yours, sweetheart.” 
Yours. Yours. Yours. 
You lifted your hips and sank down again, gratified to hear the Tribal Chief make a pleased sound beneath you. You don’t often get him to ride him like this. He’s normally grabbing you and taking what he wants, almost always manhandling you to show off his incredible strength. Seeing him laid beneath you, his arm slung lazily behind his head as he watched you bounce up and down was rare. And you wanted to enjoy it. 
You planted your hands against his tattooed chest, attempting to gain more leverage to lift yourself higher, moaning at the feeling of his dick splitting you open as you straddled him. You picked up the pace, the feeling of him inside you sending tendrils of pleasure shooting across your body. 
“That’s it,” Roman encouraged, using his free hand to keep you steady above him, his touch keeping you grounded. “Don’t hurt yourself now. I’m not going anywhere, pretty girl.” 
You obeyed, slowing your movements, but only a little. You rocked up and down, throwing your head back in pleasure. He made you feel so good. You weren’t sure how it was possible to feel this good, your skin tingling all over, soft pants falling from your open mouth as you rode him. 
“Greedy thing, ain’t she, uce?” You heard Jimmy’s voice somewhere behind you, but you could hardly focus on it, tension beginning to coil inside you for a third time as you took what the Tribal Chief offered you. 
Roman chuckled at his words, watching you with amusement as you bounced on his dick in desperation, chasing your own pleasure. 
“So greedy she needs four men to take care of her, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 
You nodded at his words though you were having difficulty hearing him, your own heartbeat in your ears. 
Roman growled and pulled you closer, no longer lounging against the headboard as he wrapped his arms around you. This angle pushed him deeper inside and you gasped, stars exploding across your vision. 
He began moving his own hips, thrusting up into you with easy strength, one of his hands tangling in your hair. He was impossibly deep now, and you felt your pussy spasm at the feeling. 
“I know I let you fuck my cousins,” he growled in your ear, your pussy clamping down on him as he thrust into you harder. “But who do you really belong to? Who owns you, pretty girl?” 
You were barely moving on your own now, Roman now fully taking control and shoving his cock deeper and deeper into you until you felt like you might pass out. Still, you somehow found the words he wanted to hear. “You, Daddy. I belong to you.” 
The grip on your hair tightened and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. He was close. And so were you. 
“Please,” you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper. “Please, can I come, Daddy? Please?” 
“Come, pretty girl. Come on your Daddy’s dick.” 
This orgasm was brutal, your thighs shaking in pleasure beneath Roman’s large hands. You felt yourself gush around his massive length, triggering his own finish. You heard him let out a groan, his grip on you tightening as he came. 
He pumped a few more times into you, just to ensure that you took every last drop of his seed, before finally holding you still, his breath warm against your neck. 
“Good girl,” he praised, releasing the grip on your hair and allowing your head to fall against his shoulder. “Such a good slut. You did so well.” 
Your limbs felt heavy, your body now sensitive after three orgasms so close together. You shivered as Roman pulled out of you, more come dribbling out of your leaking cunt onto the bed below. Your breath was shaky, your muscles trembling from exertion. 
“Come get her, Solo. She’s ready for you.” 
You could barely register the Tribal Chief’s words, suddenly feeling your body being lifted off of him and into someone else’s arms. Solo’s arms. You immediately relaxed, nuzzling against his neck, body limp as he carried you. 
He set you down gently against the mattress, propping you up against a pillow before climbing on top of you without much preamble. You opened your eyes to look up at him, feeling butterflies in your stomach as you met his intense gaze. His dark eyes were fiery, his jaw clenched as he looked down at you. His gold chain dangled in front you, glinting in the bedroom light.
“Solo,” you breathed, his name easy on your lips. He hardly ever spoke to you, but you had learned that he appreciated it when you spoke to him, even if he didn’t always show it. You reached up and placed a hand against his cheek, offering him a smile. 
“She looks so fucked out, uce,” you heard one of the twins say. “Think you can get her to come again? She might be done.” 
Solo’s eyes narrowed, the only sign that he was annoyed at his brother’s words. You knew that he didn’t mind fucking you like this, your body soft and pliable beneath his large hands, so easy for him to manhandle into any position he wants.
When he pressed his thick cock into you, you felt your eyes roll back into your head, the feeling bordering the fine line between pain and pleasure. 
He was thicker than all of them and you usually had to take at least one of his brothers first just to prepare yourself. Even now you’d taken three dicks, and you still weren’t prepared for the burn as he stretched you out, small puffs of air escaping from your parted lips. 
Solo let out a low groan as he gave you another inch, his mouth already latching onto your neck as he suckled a bruise against your skin. He loved marking you up, more possessive than either of his brothers. He wanted the whole world to know that you were his, more than happy to mottle your neck and chest with bruises. He finally bottomed out and you let out a whimper at the feeling, the burn at being stretched by his massive girth positively delicious. But he didn’t move. You met his gaze and saw that he was looking at you, almost expectantly. He wanted to hear it. Wanted to know that you needed him. 
“Please, Solo,” you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “I need it. I need you. Please.” 
His eyes darkened and before you fully realized it, he was pulling out and ramming back in, the thrust sending tendrils of pleasure up your spine as his thick cock massaged your walls. You couldn’t help the embarrassing whine that escaped your throat, overstimulation prickling at your exhausted muscles. 
Solo continued to grind into you, his lips attaching themselves to your neck again, another bruise blossoming beneath his mouth. Solo had always been good at keeping you right on the edge between pain and pleasure, whether it was his massive cock splitting you open or his lips suckling a bruise beneath your jaw. It always left you head spinning, the feeling so euphoric that you almost feel like you’re floating. 
His teeth grazed the delicate skin against your windpipe, and you moaned again, wrapping your legs around his waist just to pull him closer to you. 
“Need you so bad, Solo,” you pleaded, looking back up at him in desperation. “Please, I can’t
I can’t-”
Another one of his thrusts had you whining, pleasure licking across your tired limbs like wildfire. Your nails dug into his shoulder as you pulled him close, the sound of his name leaving your lips spurring him on as he continued to drill into you.
Solo leaned down and you felt his lips ghost across the shell of your ear. “You want me, pretty girl?” he asked, his voice so low that only you could hear. You let out a gasp as he dragged across your g-spot, his thrusts sending you closer and closer to the edge. 
“I want you so bad,” you whimpered, pressing small kisses against his neck. “Please, I need you. Give it to me, please. Please
”
You couldn’t speak anymore. Not as his hips snapped against yours, tension growing in your abdomen at the feel of him inside you. He reached around and grabbed one of your thighs, pushing it forward to allow better access to your puffy cunt. A strangled moan escaped your lips, and you felt like he was splitting you in half, your g-spot so abused by now that you weren’t sure you could take it anymore. 
You opened your mouth, trying to form the words on your lips, but you couldn’t. Your head felt empty, Solo’s cock pistoning in and out of you with such force that you knew you wouldn’t be able to walk again for days. 
“Daddy,” you managed to whisper, your eyes glazing over as Solo grunted, raising up your other leg to push you into a full mating press. A strangled scream ripped from your throat and tears sprung into your eyes. You were completely helpless beneath him now, pinned to the bed beneath his massive weight, his cock feeling like it was sawing you in half. 
The tension inside you was coiling again, but you still couldn’t find the words to ask for permission, your head feeling as though it were stuffed with cotton. There was only one word you could think of. 
“Daddy.” 
You repeated his name like a mantra, your body no longer your own as Solo drilled into you, your legs next to your ears. 
“What is it, sweetheart?” 
You heard the Tribal Chief’s voice and almost wept at the sound. 
“Daddy, please.” You still couldn’t find the words, your eyes unable to focus on anything except Solo’s dark eyes, dangerously close to the edge of your fourth orgasm. 
“Use your words, princess. What do you need?” The Tribal Chief’s voice was soft, and you felt your entire body tense. 
“I can’t
” You gasped, Solo’s face blurring as tears began to fall. “Please
I can’t
” 
“Yes, you can.” Roman’s voice was firmer now, and you knew it would displease him if you came without permission. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.” 
Solo’s hand found your clit and you screamed again, though this time you used your words. “Please, can I come? Please, please, please.” 
“Come, slut.” 
Your vision went white. The pleasure was so intense that your entire body shook, walls spasming helplessly around Solo’s massive cock. You wanted to move, but you were still pinned to the bed, your feet still by your ears as Solo held you down. You were vaguely aware of the sounds you were making, alternating between high-pitched whines and fucked-out whimpers. You might have been embarrassed if it didn’t feel so fucking good. 
“So fuckin’ pretty when you come,” Solo grunted in your ear, finally spilling into you as he chased his own pleasure, coating your insides with his seed. 
You weren’t sure what happened after that. Your vision was blurry with tears, your throat hoarse from your screams. You felt Solo finally release you, leaning up and allowing your legs to fall back onto the bed. You felt his come trickle from your abused hole, all mixed together from the multiple loads you’d taken from his brothers and cousin. 
You felt someone’s lip on your forehead, pressing a tender kiss to your fevered brow. “Such a good girl.” he murmured, his tone soft. “You serve my bloodline so well.” 
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mel-kusanagi · 2 days ago
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jhea doodle! 💙💜
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mith-gifs-wrestling · 14 hours ago
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Aw, Jimmy's just upset because he remembers that was HIS secret handshake with Sami way back when Jey still distrusted the Honorary Uce. 😄
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unintentionaloracle · 21 hours ago
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Jey: We don't have any friends on Raw...
Damian, who was about to give Jey an "Honorary Terror Twin" shirt off camera:
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caramelcleopatraa · 2 days ago
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“Have fun, be safe, love you”
Roman to The Usos
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mrawkweird · 1 day ago
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Jey fighting for his life again and losing.
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whatdoeseverybodywant · 2 days ago
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What We Used to Be - Jey Uso x Black!OC
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Jaiania held her breath as she walked past Josh and his twin brother Jon. She kept her head down, hoping they didn’t notice her walking by them. She absolutely did not want to have a conversation with either of them - especially Josh -. After their failed relationship and trainwreck of a breakup, she would rather play in traffic than have a conversation with him. 
She almost made it past them without being noticed. “Damn girl you just gon walk right past us.” That was Jon. Jaiania forced a smile on her face and turned around to face them. 
“Oh, hey.” She said, keeping her eyes on Jon. “Didn’t see you there.” She shrugged when he gave her a ‘yeah right’ look. Josh crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes when he realized that she was trying her hardest to not look in his direction. 
This is awkward she thought as she rocked back on her heels before pointing in the direction she was walking. 
“I gotta go. Nice seeing you though,” She said to Jon, still ignoring Joshua’s presence. 
She hurried down the hallway feeling their eyes on her. 
Jon turned to his brother once she rounded the corner. “Look at what you did,” He said, smacking Josh on his chest. Josh rolled his eyes. 
“I ain't do shit. Come on, we gotta get ready.”  Josh did not want to hear that bullshit. He was in the wrong just as much as she was but since everyone loved Jaiania he took all the blame. 
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Jaiaina groaned as she saw Jon and Josh walking her way a couple of hours later. This must be my lucky day, two times in one night, she thought bitterly. She could normally avoid Jon and Josh but they seemed to be everywhere she was today.
“Congratulations guys.” She said referring to the Smackdown tag team titles they had just won from Chad Gable and Jason Jordan. 
“Thank you, Jai,” Jon said, trying to give her a sweaty hug. She pretended to throw up and moved away from him. “Is your arm okay tho? That rinpost spot looked pretty rough.” 
“I’m totally fine.” Jaiaina lied. “Looked way worse than it actually was.” She said, smiling at him. 
“Yeet!” He said, making Jaiaina roll her eyes. “We goin’ out to celebrate our big win tonight, you in?”  
Jaiaina let her eyes cut over to Josh who thankfully wasn’t looking at her. “Uh. I can’t. I have plans already.” That got Josh’s attention. He looked up from his phone and squinted his eyes at her. He wasn't normally one for gossip but he had heard some things about Jaiaina and another one of their co-workers recently. 
“So the rumors are true huh?” He said with a scoff. “You move on fast.” Jaiaina cut her eyes back over to him and glared. 
“Excuse me?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. 
Josh sucked his teeth and narrowed his eyes at her. “You heard me.” 
Jon let his eyes ping pong between the two of them. He knew he needed to stop them before they became explosive. “Uce, come on. It ain’t worth it. ” Jon said trying to pull his brother along but Josh wasn’t budging. “Josh, stop. Let’s go Uce” 
“Yeah, I think that's a good idea,” Jaiaina said as she rolled her eyes and turned to walk away from them.  6 months of silence and the first thing he said to her is something about some bullshit ass rumors?! Pathetic 
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“And then he had the nerve to talk about me moving on too fast,” Jaiaina said to Trinity and Carmella as they sat in the VIP section of a club. “I mean, he broke up with me. What does he care if I moved on or not.” She said as she downed another shot. Carmelle and Trinity shared a look but didn’t say anything.  “And what fucking rumors?!” She turned to her best friends. “Yall heard rumors about me?” She let out a scoff and rolled her eyes when they both nodded. 
“Yeah, but we obviously don't believe it,”  Carmella said. 
“What's the rumor though?” 
Carmella shrugged and sipped her drink. “Something about you and AJ” 
Jaiaina's eyes widened. “AJ STYLES?!” She asked louder than necessary. “Ew, what the fuck. Where did that fucking come from?”
 Carmella sighed. “Okay, here's what I know. Apparently, someone saw you and him  leaving a hotel room together a couple of weeks ago.”
 Jaiaina scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Do these people know that he’s married and I would never do that to Wendy or his children?” She sighed. “And Josh knows that Allen was my mentor during my time in TNA.” 
“Girl you know how Josh is. He’s being an ass because he misses you.” Trinity said and Jaiaina rolled her eyes.  
“Yeah well, he shouldn’t believe rumors about me.” 
“And you miss him too, right?” Trinity questioned. 
Jaiania rolled her eyes. “Of course I miss him, I never said I didn’t.”
“ Do you still love him?” 
Jaiaian took another sip of her drink before answering. “Yes I still love him, but it is extremely obvious that he never did. We break up and the first thing he does is go fuck on one of our coworkers? That’s foul. Now every time I walk past that hoe she got a fucking smirk on her face that I wanna smack off. ” 
Trinity and Carmella found themselves nodding along with Jaiaina’s statement. It was an extremely foul thing for Josh to do. 
“I still don’t know what possessed him to do that. “ 
“I do.” Jaiaina rolled her eyes. “He been wanting to fuck Dasha. Surprised he didn’t do it  while we were dating.” 
Trinity rolled her eyes at her friend. “Josh may have been an asshole but we all know he wouldn’t cheat on you.” 
Jaiaina hummed as she took a sip of her drink. She then eyed her friend. “Shouldn’t you be out celebrating with your husband?” 
“Oh, about that.” 
Jai narrowed her eyes at Trinity before letting out a gasp. “You didn’t !” 
“I’m sorry! I know we already planned this girl's night and I didn’t wanna flake on y'all.” 
Jai scoffed and turned towards Carmella who was already looking at her with guilty eyes. 
“I invited  Corey too.” 
Jaiaina had to stop herself from throwing a temper tantrum. “You guys” she whined. “Girls night mean just girls.” She pouted. 
Trinity and Carmella burst into laughter. “We’re sorry! But look, we can have a girl's night once we go back to Florida. Just us.” 
“Fine,” Jaiaina said, still pouting. Just as she was about to take another sip of her drink, Jon, Josh and
 Dasha fucking Jackson. Jaiaina scoffed and adverted her eyes from the couple. 
“I’m sorry,” Trin whispered as stood and greeted her husband and Corey purposely ignoring Josh and Dasha. Carmella did the same and Jaiania couldn’t have been more grateful for her friends. 
Don’t let it get to you, Don’t let it get to you. She repeated in her head as Dasha made a point of showing she was Josh’s girl now by placing a kiss on his lips. Once Dasha looked in her direction, Jaiaina stood from her seat and walked over to the bar. The drama was something she did not need nor want tonight. 
She let out a heavy sigh as she leaned against the bar. She had successfully gone months without being in the same space as Josh because it hurt. It hurt to look at him and not be with him. She said some foul things the day they broke up and so did he, but she never expected him to literally go and fuck another woman THE SAME NIGHT. 
“C’mon, you too pretty to be frowning.” Jaiaina had to stop herself from swinging on the slimeball that just slithered his way next to her. She turned her head to the side to face him and he smiled thinking he got her attention. She cringed at the food he had stuck in his teeth. 
“Thank you,” She said referring to the compliment. “But, uh no thanks.” She said referring to his advances. The bartender set down her rum punch, Jaiaina grabbed the drink and tried to walk away but the guy grabbed her arm. 
“Don’t be fucking rude.” He scoffed. “You didn’t even ask me my name.” 
“That’s cause I don’t wanna know your name!” She said, trying to pull her arm out of his grasp. Just from how tight his grip was, she knew she was going to have a bruise. “Let go of me!” 
“Don’t be such a bitch!” He spat at her, Just as Jai was lifting her knee to hit him in his balls, he was forcefully grabbed, which caused him to release her arm. 
“The fuck is you doin’?!”  
Jaiaina let out a gasp as Josh pushed the slimeball down to the ground. By now, more than half of the bar had turned their attention to them. “Don’t put ya’ fucking hands on her like that. Fuck is wrong witchu?!” 
Slimy McSlimerson tried to kick his feet at Josh but Josh sidestepped them and then kicked slimeball in his face, knocking him onto his back. Slimy let out a groan as he started to hold his now broken nose. 
“You alright?” The bartender asked coming around the bar and taking Jai’s arm in his hands, inspecting it. “You want me to call the cops?” 
Josh gently pulled Jaiaina away from the bartender, making him drop her arm. Jaiaina’s eyebrows furrowed together as Josh wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, tucking her into his side.  “Nah, we good,” Josh said eyeing Slimy on the ground. Josh was tempted to knock Slimy’s teeth down his throat but decided against it as he led Jai out of the club and into the night's cool air. 
Jaiaina said nothing as she let Josh lead her outside. She momentarily allowed herself to lean into his familiar touch before remembering their current situation. “I’m fine now.” She said, taking another step away from him. “You can go back into the bar.” 
“And leave you out here?” He asked. “Bab–Jaiaina, you shaking.” 
“Okay, so send Trin or Mella out here. Go back inside.”  Josh sucked bus teeth and pulled off his black bomber jacket he was wearing and handed it to her. 
“Just take the damn jacket Jai” 
“I don’t want your damn jacket, Joshua. And I damn sure didn’t need your help back there. I had it.”
Josh scoffed and grabbed her arm, making them both look down at the purple bruise that was forming. “Yeah okay.” He snorted. He hated that she was so stubborn. “You can hate me all you want Jaiaina. But if you gon’ wait out here in the damn cold, take the damn jacket.” 
Jaiaina huffed and snatched the jacket out of his hands. “Happy?” She asked with a sarcastic smile and she slid her arms into the jacket. 
“Very.” Just as he said that the side door to the bar opened and her group of friends and Dasha spilled out. Dasha eyed the jacket and then narrowed her eyes at Josh, who was still looking at Jaiaina. 
“Girl! Are you okay?!” Trinity cried out as she and Leah rushed over to their best friend. Jai broke eye contact with Josh and turned her head towards her friends. 
“I’m fine. Just some weirdo who doesn’t understand the meaning of No.”  
Trinity, being the emotional drunk wrapped her arms around Jai’s head and pulled her down, so Jai’s head was resting on her breast. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to help you friend.” She whispered as a few tears slipped down her face. Jon and Josh sucked their teeth. 
“Man, Trin get off her.” Jai let out a soft laugh as Jon pulled Trinity away from her. 
“Did I ruin the mood? Or can we go back in?” Jaiaina asked. 
“Hell no! You didn’t ruin the mood! C’mon!” Leah said as she grabbed Trinity’s and Jaiaina’s hands and started to lead them inside. 
“Actually. I’m not in the party spirit anymore
 We’re gonna head back to the hotel. Dasha said as she walked over to Josh. Jaiaina hated the way her heart tightened in her chest. Jaiaina watched as Dasha slipped her hand into Josh’s, her fingers curling around his in that intimate, effortless way that people who were in love did. 
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for a bit longer?” Josh asked, his voice soft but laced with that familiar warmth Jaiaina had once loved.
Dasha's hand tightened around his. “I’m sure. Come on, let’s go.” There was a finality to her words that Jaiaina couldn’t ignore.
Jaiaina’s chest tightened. It shouldn’t hurt this much. It shouldn’t hurt at all.
She and Josh had broken up for a reason—no matter how hard it had been. She told herself she was over it. Jaiaina forced herself to look away from the couple. 
“I think I'm gonna head back too. I forgot I have an early flight to Birmingham in the morning.” 
Birmingham? Josh arched his eyebrow at the mention of Birmingham. He knew there was only one reason why she was going there, which meant she lied to Jon earlier when he asked about her arm. 
Trinity and Leah shot her playful glares, but their smiles quickly softened into teasing hugs. After making Jaiaina promise to hang out once all three of them were in Florida, Jon, Trin, Leah and Corey walked back inside the bar. 
Jaiaina stood there awkwardly. She pulled her phone out of her clutch and ordered an Uber. She could feel Josh and Dasha’s eyes on her. 
“Oh, your jacket,” Dasha said as their Uber pulled up. 
“She can keep it. It’s cold as hell out here Baby.” Baby.. just hearing that Josh had a nickname for Dasha made Jaiaina sick to her stomach.  
“It’s fine..” Jaiaina trailed off as she took the jack off and handed it back to Josh. “I should have brought out my own coat.” 
“Yeah, you should have.” Dasha scoffed and snatched the jacket out of Jai’s hands. 
Be the bigger person Jaiaina thought, don’t beat this bitch’s ass. 
“C’mon man, you ain't have to snatch it,” Josh muttered as he walked towards the Uber. Dasha rolled her eyes and stomped after him. 
“Well, why did you give her your jacket? Could have let the hoe freeze for all I care.” 
Jaiaina gritted her teeth as the door to the Uber slammed shut and they drove away. She closed her eyes and tried to remember the deep breathing exercises her therapist told her to do. Forcing herself to take slow, deliberate breaths in and out. In through the nose, out through the mouth...
It didn’t work. Not this time.
Dasha was so lucky that Jaiaina actually enjoyed her job, cause Jai would have BEEN beat her ass by now. 
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Jaiaina’s head had barely hit the pillow before three sharp, rhythmic knocks echoed through the room. Her stomach twisted into knots at the sound of the knocks. 
There was only one person in the whole world that knew three was her safe number. Sighing, she threw the covers off of her, grabbed her pink Versace robe, and opened the door.
“Why did you lie to twin earlier?” Jaiaina blinked. 
What?” she scoffed, a quick laugh escaping her. “What are you talking about?”
“Earlier, Jon asked about your arm. You said you were fine but you not. Why you going to Birmingham in the morning.” 
“What I have going on in my life doesn’t concern you anymore Joshua,” Jaiaina said firmly, trying to shut down the conversation before it could go any further.
“Don’t do that.” He muttered, his eyes never leaving hers. “Don’t act like you weren’t a major part of my life.” 
“I was. Not anymore Joshua. Go back to Dasha and leave me alone.” 
Josh’s jaw tightened as he took a deep breath trying to compose himself. “Look, I know –” 
“No,” Jaiaina said as she started to shake her head. “I’m not doing this with you.” Josh looked confused as she started to close the door in his face, at the last second, he put his foot in between the door and the fame. Jaiaine huffed as he easily overpowered her and gently pushed her away from the door. 
She stomped over to the bed and threw herself down on it, while Josh shut the door behind her and went to sit in the armchair that was placed between the bed and the window. 
“Josh, it's been six months since we last talked. Let’s just go back to that.” 
“I don’t want to. I fucking miss you Jaiaina.” 
Jaiaina laughed making Josh scoff. 
“The hell so funny?” 
“YOU!” She exclaimed as she jumped from the bed and pointed at him. “You think you can just come swoop in like some type of Superman after what you did?! Fuck off, Joshua!” 
“Jai, I know I said some fucked up shit but -” 
“Said?! No nigga. It's about what you did!” She cut him off.  “The fact that you fucked that bitch the same night we broke up was foul as hell Joshua!” 
“Woah!” He called out, jumping to his feet. “I ain't do no shit like that. Fuck is you talking about.” 
Jaiaina let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah okay.” She said mockingly with a roll of her eyes. “The bitch already told anybody who would listen. The same night you walked out of our hotel room, you went to her! And you fucked her.” Jaiaina couldn’t hold it back anymore, the tears that threatened to spill since the bar came flowing down her face.
"Jai, I swear to you, that's ain’t what happened," Josh said, his voice low and urgent. He took a step towards her, but Jaiaina backed away, shaking her head.
“Don’t Joshua. Just leave.” 
“Hell no. I’m not going anywhere. I lost you once, I’m not doing It again.” 
Jaiaina childishly covered her ears. “I’m not listening to any of the bullshit you are spewing tonight Joshua!” She uncovered her ears and narrowed her eyes at Josh. “Okay let's just say, you didn’t have sex with her the same night. You’re still with her now! And don’t deny it, I heard you call her baby.” When Josh didn’t deny it, Jaiaina felt her heart break even more. “Please just go. Go back to your girlfriend and go back to ignoring me.” She whispered as she lowered her eyes to the ground. 
Jaiaina heard him sniffle but she didn’t lift her head to look at him. “I never wanted to hurt you Jai.” Jaiaina didn’t say anything back, she didn’t have anything to say. She was exhausted. She just wanted to go to sleep and forget all about Josh by the morning. 
Josh sighed and started walking towards the door, the silence between them was too much. It was suffocating. He wanted to fix it. He wanted to make things right. But he didn’t know how. With one last glance at Jaiaina, he turned and walked out the door. 
As soon as the door shut, Jaiaina broke down, she covered her mouth with her hand to try and hide her sobs. Outside, Josh leaned against the closed door, his forehead pressed against the cool wood. He could hear Jaiaina's muffled cries through the thin barrier, and each sob felt like a knife twisting in his gut. He wanted nothing more than to burst back in, to take her in his arms and explain everything. But he knew she wouldn't listen, not now.
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April 18th 2017
Birmingham, Alabama
Jaiaina knew it was stupid to go through this surgery alone, but WWE provided the best doctors so she knew she was in good hands. 
Waking up from surgery was a feeling she would never get used to. She let out a groan at the dull ache in her right shoulder and immediately she heard someone shh her and place a straw at her lips. The comforting sensation of the water helped clear some of the haze, but as she blinked her eyes open, the shock of who was sitting next to her hit her like a ton of bricks.
“I gotchu, relax.” 
“What are you doing here?” She whispered,  her voice scratchy and weak from the anesthesia.
“Making sure you alright and not alone.” 
“Josh please –” 
He shushed her again. “I broke whatever I had with Dasha off. Imma be truthful and say that yeah, I got with her to fuck with you after I heard the rumor about you and AJ but, I did not have sex with her that same night. To be honest, I never had sex with her, I haven’t had sex with anybody since you.” 
Jaiaina’s jaw dropped open. She didn’t know how to respond to that. She had spent the past six months hating Josh because she thought he was a slimy asshole. She didn’t know how to feel right now. 
“Josh I-”  She started, 
“I’m not asking you to forgive me, Jaiaina,” Josh continued, his voice soft but firm. “Not right away. Aight? I know I messed up, and I know it’s not gonna be easy. But I’m willing to work this out, but only if you want to.”
Jaiaina stared into his eyes, no matter how hard she tried she would never get rid of the love she had for this man. It was a big relief to finally hear the truth about the night that they broke up but he still hurt her by ignoring her for six months. 
“Please.” He whispered. “I always seen you in my life. Always seen you as the mother of my kids. Just give me one more chance.” 
Jaiaina’s breath caught in her throat. This was the most vulnerable she had ever seen him in the three years they had dated. 
“Okay,” She whispered, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “But I swear on everything I love, this is your LAST chance.” 
Josh's face lit up with a mixture of relief and hope. He gently took Jaiaina's hand, careful not to disturb the IV line. “I promise you, I won't mess this up again. I love you too damn much.” 
Jaiaina stared at him for a second before a small smile came across her face. “I love you too.” 
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I've had this halfway written for about a year and just decided to say fuck it and finish it. I really do hope you all enjoy it! ❀
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Josh definitely bribed and threatened an intern to tell him what was wrong with Jaiaina LOL!
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New To This - Chapter 15
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MASTERLIST
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An hour after the hour-long ride from Josh’s house, Delilah was still perambulating around town, her mind filled with everything that she was going to say to Andre. She tried to anticipate his every reaction, mentally preparing herself for anything he could throw at her. What she would do if he cried. What she would do if he yelled. What she’d do if he even became violent. Yesterday in his gym, Josh had taught her a chokehold that she could take down people twice her size with, in the ring and in real life. She even came up with a plan for handling his stoic silence. All bases needed to be covered for a decision this monumental.
But before all that, she made a call to her sister, Simone, to ask if she was home. She needed to talk to her first before anyone else. Her friend and co-worker, Tiwa would be at Simone’s too, as she was the babysitter to CJ, Delilah’s three-year-old nephew. Her mother would also be contacted on FaceTime, so Delilah would be killing several birds with one stone.
It was a somber affair, breaking the news to her family. Over a plate of Simone’s comfort food and a pitcher of Clay’s (Simone’s husband) “famous” iced tea, with Grace on the other end of Simone’s iPad propped up on the kitchen table, Delilah sat them all down and laid out everything that had happened with Andre and Josh and what her plans were. As she unburdened herself, the gravity of what was happening to her life began to dawn on her for the first time maybe since this whole thing started. Overcome with emotion, the tears began to fall as she came to terms with the end of her life as she knew it, which included a decade of devotion to the boy she’d loved since she was a teenager. 
Simone and Tiwa sat on either side of her, the latter handing her a tissue, their embrace warm and comforting, their expressions surprisingly understanding. However, her mother did not share the same empathy, and watching her eyes fill with disappointment through the iPad sank Delilah’s heart. 
Grace frowned. “Child, what on earth are you doing?” 
Dabbing her eyes, Delilah shook her head, refusing to be deterred by the negativity. Not this time. “Something I should have done long ago, Mama. Andre and I’s relationship has been falling apart and I didn’t see it until it was too late.”
“From everything you’ve just said, you’re the reason y‘all are falling apart. You were unfaithful to him and threw away a stable life for some
wrestler,” Grace scolded, ever judgmental. “And you've not even told him! This is ungodly behavior from you, Delilah.”
“Mama, stop,” Simone cut in, “What’s happened has happened. Let’s just be there for her and-”
“I do not accept that, Simone. Your sister is behaving like a child.  Your daddy and I did not raise either of you to be so reckless and irresponsible! If he was here-”
“If he was here, he would have supported me no matter what!” Delilah finished for her, more tears falling as the mental and physical exhaustion of telling her truth took its toll. “All I ever wanted since my wrestling journey began was your support and Andre’s, Mama, but neither of you gave it to me and I ended up finding it somewhere else.” Wiping her eyes again, she shook her head, determined to get her point across. “I never meant for this to happen and I’m sorry that it's going to hurt Andre in the process. But I’m not sorry I met Joshua. Ultimately, he helped me reach my goal and I’m forever grateful to him. I don’t expect you to understand. I’m a grown woman, and the decisions I’ve made thus far are mine and mine alone.”
Grace tsked, her nose turned up at the absurdity of this situation. “You have so much to learn about life, my dear daughter. It’s a shame you chose to learn the hard way.” With that, she ended the call, the screen returning abruptly to CJ's grinning face that made up Simone’s Home Screen. 
Blowing out a shaky breath, Delilah pushed away the plate in front of her, feeling sick to her stomach. “Well
that went well,” she murmured sarcastically.
Tiwa rubbed her shoulder and rested her head on the other one. “It’s okay, Dee. She’ll come around.”
“She never comes around,” Delilah scoffed. Her mother was stubborn and strong headed and stuck to her ‘principles’ no matter how flawed and traditionalist they were.
“I’ll make sure she does,” Simone promised, peering closely at her little sister. “You do understand why she’s acting out, right? She’s just worried and wants the best for you professionally and personally.” Simone had the same concerns as her mother, adding to her disapproval of this love triangle her sister had deposited herself in. But the last thing Delilah needed right now was more scolding. “Tell you what, whatever happens with you and Andre, I’ll make the guest room available for you. You can stay here until your move to Orlando. I know CJ will be happy to have his auntie around.”
Letting her big sister’s words sink in, Delilah smiled a watery smile, grateful that she had someone’s unconditional support in whatever she decided. “Thank you.”
“You never need to thank me for anything, Lilah Girl. By the way, what does this Josh boy even look like? I wanna see what the fuss is all about.”
Tiwa swooned and made a show of fanning herself. “Sis, he is six different kinds of fine.”
“For real? Lilah, let me see!”
Chuckling softly, Delilah opened up her phone and found one of his photos with his newly won Intercontinental championship belt. Simone did a double take. “Damn, girl! Tiwa’s right. He’s gorgeous! Do he got brothers? Asking for a friend of course.”
“It better be for a friend,” Clay chimed in from the living room, making them all laugh. “Of course, baby, I'm asking for Tiwa over here!” Simone joked.
Leaving her sister’s home feeling just a modicum better about herself, Delilah reluctantly made her way back to reality. The closer she got to her trailer home though, the confidence diminished and the butterflies in her stomach increased as she struggled to get her emotions in check.
What she was about to do, the words she was about to say, would signal the end of the only romantic relationship she had ever known. She was about to put a definite end to the only life she was familiar with and launch herself face-first into a completely daunting one that she, for all intents and purposes, knew very little about in the first place. It had nothing to do with Josh, and very little to do with Andre. This was about Delilah finally doing something for herself, something she should have done long ago.
If she was honest, she was glad that Andre had gone to that audition. She was glad that he had been called back. She sincerely hoped that he would make it far in the competition and be on TV too. She wanted him to be happy. But more than that, she had been looking for the perfect way out and finally she’d found it. Having him around all the time, working out with her and attending her shows, was supposed to make everything right again. But it hadn't.
The only real purpose the last few weeks had served was to increase her guilt over sleeping with Josh. As much as she told herself that she pushed her lover to the back of her mind, the truth was that their affair was never far from her thoughts. She had nearly confessed to Andre on multiple occasions, but couldn't bring herself to break his heart. His announcement about the Idol callback had given her the perfect cover to blow up.
But she was tired of pretending and feeling guilty. There were more mistakes in her life to come, but she wanted to make them on her own without worrying about someone else's feelings. She owed Andre complete honesty. She needed to finally confess and let him go. She needed to move on and so did he.
By the time she parked alongside the house, she had resigned herself to her fate. As agreed, she would crash at Simone’s house for her final few weeks in Pensacola and deal with the weight of what she had done. And then she would move down south all by herself and move on with her life. She would be okay. Andre would be okay.
Somewhat quelled by this, she stepped through the front door of her house.
Sitting on the couch with his feet resting atop a big cardboard box, Andre sipped from a beer bottle. "I think this is everything," he nodded to the other boxes stacked around the room. "I kept the dishes, but your pots and pans are in there," he pointed toward a couple of boxes next to the kitchen island.
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A numbness settled into her entire body. Opening her mouth and then shutting it again several times, Delilah leaned against the front door and spluttered, "You're kicking me out?"
"You didn't come home. For two days," Andre stated, his voice surprisingly void of anger. "You somehow managed to get it up in your head that I don't give a fuck about you, Dee, but I do. More than you could ever know.” He took another swig of his beer. "The guys left at around one a.m. When you didn’t come back in the morning, I got worried. So I went to Tank’s gym. You wasn't there. Went to Simone’s. Not there, either. Then I remembered the tracker on your bike," he said.
Delilah's shoulders sagged with relief and something else. She knew where this was going. "Andre," she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears.
But he only held up a hand and continued his dialogue. "You took me a long way outta town, babe," he said, "Luckily, I’ve been to this neighborhood a few times for work, so it was easy to get in. I followed the tracker and I found your bike in some fancy new house parked next to a big ol' Escalade. His security system sucks, by the way. I was able to sneak ‘round the back of the house into the backyard, and who do I see in the pool?" Meeting her eyes, he took another drink, his expression hard. “Y’all were too busy to see me standing there, but now I know who you been learnin’ all your little sex tricks from.”
The bile rose in her throat faster than her body could compute. Rushing down the hall and into their bedroom, Delilah emptied the contents of her stomach into the bowl as sobs wracked her body. She had intended to tell him about the affair. She had planned it perfectly on her way back from Simone’s but now her plan had been blown to smithereens.
As she dragged herself to her feet and flushed the toilet, Andre loomed behind her like a shadow, leaning casually on the doorframe. "How long have you been fucking him? Hmm? My guess is since your tryout," he surmised. It was an image he would probably never forget; not just catching her in the act, but it was the look on her face...the freedom, the euphoria...She had never looked that way in all the years they'd been together. It was at that moment that he made his decision to take this long overdue step.
Splashing water over her face, Delilah rested against the edge of the sink, avoiding his eyes. She couldn't look at him, couldn't bring herself to see the accusations in his eyes. Nodding, she sniffled back another sob. 
"I'm so sorry," she managed to choke out when she risked a glance at him through lowered lashes. "It wasn't supposed to be like this."
Andre smirked, shaking his head in disbelief. "You don't just fuckin' cheat on your fiancé by accident, Dee. I know it might be hard for you, but can you at least try to respect me enough to tell me the fucking truth now that I know? He's been in our house. Did y'all fuck here, too?"
"No, of course not!" Like a wounded animal, all she wanted to do was hiss, claw, and bite back at him. She wanted to scream for him to understand, to try to act like an adult for once. But she had broken their engagement. She had been planning a life without him. She had no right to fight back.
Squeezing past him, she glanced into their bedroom. The piles of laundry on the floor were seriously diminished, and the candles were gone. The closet was more than half empty, her clothes and the rest of her belongings gone, probably in one of those boxes in the living room. This was really happening, and she couldn’t bring herself to stop it.
"When I met him, he was just Main Event Jey Uso, ya know?" she started, lowering herself to the bed and then standing again. Sitting felt too comfortable. She didn't deserve comfort right now. "One of the most over guys in the business that I wanted so badly to be a part of. He was really complimentary about my talents. And it felt so good." 
The look on Andre’s face made her wince a bit. She knew how absurd it sounded. She knew that it didn't make sense. But she knew that there was nothing she could say that would sound valid. There was nothing that made her actions right. "Knowing that somebody thought I was good enough to make it, that he wanted me to succeed? It was easy to convince myself that I was just thanking him for having faith in me."
In disbelief, Andre sat his beer bottle on the top of the dresser and crossed his arms. "You couldn't just buy him a thank you card or somethin’? Gift basket?"
"How? We’re broke as fuck!" Delilah argued without thinking, regretting it instantly.
A wry laugh escaped him as he scratched the top of his head. "Right. Our money issues. Of course," he started, biting his lip and shaking his head. "Ya know what? I'm not even gonna do this with you. We've both known this was coming anyways," he sighed, turning back for the living room. “I’ll drive you to Simone’s. You need to get whatever else you got here before you head out.”
Delilah followed him, her legs as heavy as lead, wondering why she felt so hollow. It was what she had wanted. She had the gun loaded and cocked before she ever walked in the door. She guessed it was just hard to accept that she wasn't the one pulling the trigger. "Can I ask you a question?" she spoke up.
Andre opened the door and lifted one of the heavier boxes into his arms, leaning against the wall for support when he looked back. “Might as well."
"Why pretend all this time?" she asked, grabbing the box closest to her before moving toward the door.
Andre stepped onto the porch and spoke over his shoulder, "I wasn't pretending," he grunted, laying the box on the ground and opening his trunk to place the box inside. Resting his hands on his hips, he offered her the first genuine smile she had seen since arriving home. "You forget who you're talkin' to, Dee? I’ve known you for half our lives. When you go off to the most life-changing event of your life and you don't call me at all? I know somethin' is up, okay? You had already decided that you were goin' to Orlando before you ever got home. So what was I supposed to do? Fight you?
"I figured I'd give it a shot. I decided I was gonna try to give it a shot, try to salvage what was left of us. Cuz ya know what?" Tilting his head to the side, he gave her that crooked grin that had always set her heart on fire in the past. "Believe it or not, this ain't easy. It ain’t easy walkin' away from somethin' that's been your life for as long as you can remember. But this has to happen. We ain't been right for a long time, and every time we try to fix it, we fuck it up even more."
For a moment, she thought that she might throw up again. The way that he was shrugging his shoulders made it seem as though he didn't care. But he was right. They knew each other. She could see it in his eyes. He loved her, more than he was ever going to admit in words. "And you don't think that we can co-exist for another couple of weeks?" she asked, unsure of where the questions were coming from. But at the moment, the thought of leaving him hurt more than she could explain. Not Andre, her fiancé, but Andre, her best friend since high school.
"No," he said without hesitation, stepping past her en route to the house to grab the last box. "You need to go, Dee. You need to follow your dreams. I've seen you wrestle, and you shine brighter than a damn diamond. You light up, and the crowd loves you. It’s where you're supposed to be. Not in this house," he explained.
Stepping back over the threshold, she wordlessly helped him carry the rest of the boxes to his truck. Once they were all loaded, she turned and looked at him, slightly amazed by how peaceful all of this was going. "I was gonna leave today," she informed him.
Andre smiled, unsurprised. "I was going to ask you to leave today," he said, "I guess we’re both doing what needs to be done."
At that, a sense of calm filled her beyond all reasoning. She was seconds away from abandoning the union they had worked so hard to maintain, yet both were happier than they had been in more than a year.
Glancing down, she spotted the final piece of her connection to him, the sparkling diamond ring still on her finger. Sighing heavily, she slowly tugged it off her finger and took his hand, pressing it into his palm. Andre locked eyes with her the entire exchange, the sadness, the relief and resignation in his eyes reflecting the emotions she was feeling too.
After rolling her motorcycle onto the back of his truck, Andre opened the passenger's side to help his now ex-fiancĂ©e in before moving to his own side, kickstarting the vehicle to begin the ride to Simone’s house. In the rearview mirror, Delilah cast one last look at her former life, heaving a heavy, cleansing sigh. The first chapter of her new journey had been completed, and despite the bittersweet sensations she was currently experiencing, she couldn't wait to crack on with the next chapter.
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firebreathingcatss-blog · 2 days ago
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Im seeing people trying to say JEY is the villain in this bloodline story for standing up to Roman. Did everyone just FORGET the last four years?
Also, I don't know why people want everything black and white. The reason the bloodline is as popular as it is, that has made the stars it has is because of storytelling that includes character growth. These characters have gone on a journey. I think Samis words to Jimmy apply to ALL these characters' journeys, that these aren't bad people, they just make bad decisions.
A lot of times, the story tells us exactly WHY these characters are doing these things, even if it's twisted and kind of dumb we know why and not just for the love of a surprise twist. We knew Jey, Sami, and Jimmy were going to turn on Roman because the narrative showed us leading to it. The narrative shows us why Roman does the things he does, not to be a mustache, twirling heel, but a complex fully realized character who is reacting to burdens hes been given, the struggles hes faced and his actions are a product if that.
These characters have depth, who would not be able to pull off the stories stories in the hands of lesser actors. That's why the emotional beats are with each other because a lot of their peers do not have a drop of the authenticity in their characters that they do and it comes off when their in eachothrrs orbit no matter how many eyedrops their coworkers use when they try for a fraction of that emotion.
So to call Roman the Villian, Jey the Villian, Sami the Villian is a disservice to their work and shows the audience inability to see how a character can be Grey. They don't acknowledge that Roman did some really FUCKED up shit to Jey. It also shows they don't realize that narratively it was pretty clear, Jey was Romans favorite, that it was Romans love for him that made Roman believe he was doing the right thing in how he treated Jey. How he treated all of them.
I can acknowledge I can understand the context of the story their telling (so far because this is wrestling and not a literary classic). I still think Roman is about to go on an amazing journey to find himself away from deep buried hurt, but to think Roman is the victim, that everyone is just picking on poor baby Roman is a disservice to the character he created. He has been THE victim in circumstances, but in the case of Jey turning on him? No. Sami turning on him is a little more complex because he wanted in the family especially when they were at their worst and that's why I think they acknowledged that narratively.
So, to call JEY, the villain is just peek delusion, and you just don't want to acknowledge what Roman did. I think Roman needs to apologize to Jey, not just for Jey but for himself, too, because Romans got a lot of healing to do. They all need to acknowledge what they've done to each other. I would also appreciate it if Jimmy could get in on this healing journey too thanks.
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WWE better start paying Jimmy extra because that mans contract does NOT cover third-wheeling
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punksyeet · 1 day ago
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ᰔᩚ Mommy Life ᰔᩚ
Plot: A glimpse into Gianna’s (OC) life as a mother with a boyfriend constantly on the road.
Warning: Hefty flirting, mature language, & smut!
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"Come on LiLi," I coo, picking up Josh and I’s daughter and walking upstairs to our bedroom. "Let's get you all clean and ready for bed."
Just over three months ago, our baby girl named Jalina was born.
We named her Jalina in honor of my sister and, of course, we had to keep the J names in the family trending.
She's been nothing but a perfect little princess, cheering everyone who needs it up with her beautiful smile that she gets from her Uncle Jonathan.
I feel so blessed every time I get to watch her and Josh interact.
Watching him experience fatherhood for the first time has been so precious, and honestly, super attractive.
I make a little pool of warm water in our sink and sit her up in it, washing her body and hair very gently with a washcloth and some sensitive baby wash.
The entire time, she coos and makes little baby noises, causing me to giggle.
One thing about my baby: she absolutely loves her baths.
I towel dry her gently, dress her in a comfy bear onesie, and lay her down in her crib with a bottle.
Once she's all settled, I decide to take a bath myself, making sure to leave the door partially open so that I can see and hear her, but not too open so that the light disturbs her.
I fill the tub with hot water and my favorite bubble bath: Lavender + Vanilla from Bath and Body Works.
Once I step in, I'm immediately relaxed, and slowly sink further into the water, relaxing my head against the edge of the tub.
** Josh's POV **
This past week of traveling and wrestling has whooped my ass mentally and physically.
I can't wait to get home and see my girls.
Once I arrive, I park in the driveway and grab my bags out of the trunk.
I open our front door and lock it behind me, immediately comforted by the warm scent of vanilla that my lady loves to keep our house smelling like.
Once I'm all settled in, I head upstairs.
I stand over Jalina's crib and immediately smile, stroking her cheek.
"Hi princess," I coo, as she continues to drink the last of her bottle. "Daddy missed you so much."
As if she can understand me, she gives me an adorable gummy smile, causing me to chuckle and gently kiss her forehead.
A few minutes more of me softly talking to her go by, before she's fast asleep.
I take away her empty bottle, adjust her blankets, and make sure she's all good before heading into the bathroom and visiting my other babygirl.
Once the door opens, Gianna looks up and immediately flashes her beautiful smile once she sees me.
Our daughter really does get her smile from this gorgeous lady.
I love them both so much.
"Hi baby," she says softly. "Welcome home."
I give her a smile before walking over and leaning down to kiss her, which of course, she returns the favor. "Thank you my love. You look relaxed."
She giggles and nods. "I really am. You wanna join?"
I smile and proceed to get undressed. "I could never say no to you."
She scoots up and I climb in behind her, eventually pull her back gently, and allow her to relax against me.
"I missed you," I exclaim, softly stroking her sides. "I missed this."
She smiles softly, holding my hands and intertwining our fingers. "Me too, my love. So much."
She reaches up and plays with my curls, her eyes staring into mine.
"Whatchu lookin at?" I tease, making her playfully roll her eyes.
"My goofy looking man that's what," she responds, causing me to act offended and my jaw to drop.
She giggles and takes the opportunity to turn around, face me, and shove her tongue down my throat.
I immediately kiss back, cupping and caressing her ass in my hands.
** smut warning! **
"Mmm Joshua," she moans, as I gently stroke her pussy lips from behind.
"Hm?" I reply innocently. "That feels good, huh?"
"Sooo good," she coos against my lips, and begins grinding her hips.
Naturally, my dick immediately gets hard at the sight of my fine ass lady now riding my fingers.
She smirks and bites her lip once she feels my bulge brush against her thigh.
"Want me to ride you baby?" she asks, gliding her hands up my chest and around my neck, giving my collarbone light kisses.
I bite my lip and continue squeezing her ass. "More than anything mama."
She leans up and connects our lips once more before throwing her leg across my hips and straddling me.
She reaches down and grabs my dick, lines it up with her clit, and slowly sits down on it.
"Shiiiit," I whisper under my breath. "I almost forgot how good you feel, mama."
She begins moving her hips smoothly, holding onto my thighs for balance. "You're not the only one, baby. You're so fucking big. I missed you so much."
I gently take her chin and pull her in, pressing her lips to mine yet again.
Our lips move in sync, as the water from our bath splashes below us due to her now bouncing on me.
"Mmm J-Josh baby I'm so closeee," she reveals a while later against my lips, while taking deep breaths.
I place my hands on her lower back to help her relax. "Go ahead, mama. Let loose for me, baby."
A handful of moans and whimpers later, and she finally releases, both of our climaxes soon dripping out of her.
** smut over! **
"Gosh," she coos, just above a whisper, resting her head on my chest. "I haven't felt this good in a long time."
I chuckle and kiss her temple. "Well worth it, yeah?"
She nods and kisses my chest. "So worth the wait, daddy. Literally."
We share a laugh before hopping out of the bath and cleaning ourselves up in a nice hot shower.
** Gianna's POV **
"Damn bae," Josh coos, and proceeds to slap my ass as I'm climbing into bed. "I missed this big ole booty."
"Babe shut up!" I whisper-yell, playfully shoving his shoulder, causing him to cover his mouth and hide his laugh. "The baby is sleeping!"
He walks over and peeks into the crib before giving me a thumbs up with a goofy pose. "We're good."
I playfully roll my eyes. "You're such a goof."
He climbs into bed next to me and pulls me in. "Yeah but I'm your goof."
"Damn right," I reply and we share a quiet laugh before a sweet kiss.
We turn on a movie, get under the covers, and melt into each other's arms.
I missed this so much.
I missed his scent. His warmth. Him. <3
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I wake up to the sound of whimpering in Jalina's crib.
I roll over and tap my phone, allowing it to show my lock-screen and the time.
6:03 in the morning.
Lord help me!
"Shhh Lili it's okay," I whisper, sitting up carefully wiggling out of Josh's arms, doing my very best not to wake him up.
He's gone through a lot recently - let alone this week.
I don't want to disturb his first and only time to relax in such a long time.
I carefully pick Jalina up and bounce while tapping her butt lightly. "Shhhh, it's okay mama."
Once she’s finally quiet again, I bring her over to the changing table and change her into a fresh diaper.
As I'm buttoning her onesie back up, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist. "Hi pretty girls."
I smile, picking Jalina up and turn so that we're facing her dad. "Say 'good morning Daddy'."
He chuckles and holds out his finger, which she wraps her tiny hand around, and kisses her cheek. "Good morning princess LiLi."
She gives him an adorable gummy smile along with some precious coos and Josh and I share a laugh.
He cups my face and gives me a kiss next. "Morning baby. I'll go make her a bottle."
"You sure?" I ask, stroking his back. "I know you're tired."
He gives me a soft smile before kissing my temple. "Baby it's 6 in the morning. We all are. You relax and wait in bed with her. I gotchu."
I return the smile and we share another quick kiss before he walks off and I sit in bed with our daughter.
A few minutes later, he returns with her bottle and a burping towel for afterwards.
He lays the towel on my shoulder and hands me the bottle, leans down to kiss me once again, and walks over to the other side of the bed to lay down with us.
I fix my pillows so that I can comfortably lay against them, prop my legs up, and feed the baby.
While I'm doing so, Josh rubs my thigh.
"You're an amazing mama, you know that?" he compliments, watching us.
I smile softly and blush, watching Jalina. "Thank you, love. There's no better daddy in this world than you."
He kisses my shoulder and proceeds to rub my back the entire time I'm feeding her.
Once she's finished with her bottle and her burps are complete, I lay her in between us and lay myself down more comfortably.
Josh chuckles as she lays there, playing with her feet, her eyes wandering on the ceiling.
"You craving anything for breakfast?" I ask him, smoothing out the thin layer of curls on our daughter's head.
He thinks for a minute until his eyes widen in excitement. "Waffle House?"
"I should've known," I reply giggling and shaking my head. "Sounds good."
He smiles and picks up his phone from his nightstand and opens the app. "You want your usual?"
I nod, bringing up the covers to my chin. "Yes please."
"You got it mama," he responds and goes back to tapping away at his screen.
I smile and kiss Jalina's nose.
She giggles and I smile harder, stroking her cheek.
"We really do have the most perfect baby," I coo, just watching her.
"Amen to that," Josh replies smiling, and puts his phone down on his pillow. "She's perfect just like her mama."
I blush, shaking my head. "Hey give yourself some credit! Her dada isn't all that bad himself."
He chuckles and cups my face, giving me a sweet kiss.
I kiss back and we pull away, just chilling with our daughter until our breakfast arrives.
I love my little family.
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chief-girl · 3 days ago
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Level up
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whatdoeseverybodywant · 1 day ago
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Also... Jey talking to people who have been whooped by Roman (and him) in the past.. baby imma need you to do better 😭
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rheasbrvtality · 1 day ago
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MY DAWGS
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acute-crashout-jeyuso · 3 days ago
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Sacrifices/ BTR Book 2: a Jhea fanfic.
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Chapter 11: Damian, Damian, Damian, Kayden, Kayden, Kayden
Meanwhile in New York..
Damian hummed to himself, the comforting scent of bagels and cream cheese filling the air as he walked down the quiet city street.
His mind wandered to the relaxing day he had planned with Kayden, but his peaceful thoughts were shattered when something cold and hard pressed against his back.
Before he could react, two hands gripped his shoulders, yanking him violently into a nearby alleyway. The bagel sandwiches flew from his hands, landing with a muffled thud on the grimy pavement as the world around him spun.
"Hey!" Damian managed to shout, his voice hoarse. "What the hell-?"
The figure struck first, a brutal punch to his stomach that left him gasping for air. He stumbled back, but there was no escape.
The figure closed in, swinging a baseball bat with bone-crushing force. The sickening crack of the wood connecting with his ribs sent pain radiating through his body, and before he could recover, another strike hit him square in the head. The world blurred, his vision going dark.
Damian crumpled to the ground, unconscious and vulnerable. The figure loomed over him, a shadow of malice, before stepping away with a smirk.
Inside the loft, Kayden hummed as she picked up a stray shirt off the floor. The cozy space had a peaceful aura, but it felt off. She couldn't quite place it. When the knock came at the door, she thought nothing of it.
"Damian? You forget your keys babe?" she called, heading over to answer.
But as soon as she opened the door, she was hit with the full force of it-the door crashing into her nose, sending her stumbling backward. The sharp pain exploded through her face, and before she could recover, the figure was upon her.
A brutal kick to her ribs stole the breath from her lungs, sending her crashing to the floor in a daze. Kayden gasped for air, but the world around her spun. She barely had time to react before another hard blow to her head rendered her unconscious.
The figure stood over her, its chest rising and falling with a satisfaction that was chilling.
"Too easy," they muttered, pulling out the burner phone from their pocket.
With a quick, practiced motion, the figure dialed a number.
"Man and woman assaulted.” The figure gave the address and hung up without another word, it turned, and walked calmly out of the loft. The door swung shut behind them with an eerie finality.
Stepping into the alleyway, the figure discarded the burner phone into a trash can.
The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place.
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In the dimly lit room, the figure stood over a small table cluttered with documents and photos, a burner phone pressed to their ear. The quiet hum of a nearby streetlamp flickered through the window, casting long shadows across the floor.
“Is it done?” The figure asked, their voice low, almost impatient.
“Yeah. It’s done,” the voice on the other end replied, calm, almost detached. “Damian and Kayden are out of the way.”
The figure grinned, the rush of adrenaline still fresh in their veins. “So, what’s next? What do we do now?”
There was a pause on the other end, before the partner’s voice came back, more amused now. “Now, we wait.”
The figure frowned, pacing in a tight circle. “Wait? We’ve got the momentum now—why can’t we strike again? We’ve got everyone rattled. We can finish this.”
The partner on the other end chuckled darkly. “Because it’s not time. You have to understand, this isn’t a game of quick wins. You can’t rush this. The next move is scheduled. But it’s going to take time. We move in April.”
“Almost two months from now?” The figure’s confusion mixed with frustration. “That’s so far away!”
The partner’s laugh was colder this time. “It’s April. Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait. Everything will fall into place then.”
The figure’s eyes narrowed. “April
 Fine. I’ll tell the others.”
“I don’t need to tell you twice. We’ll reconvene when the time comes.” The partner’s voice became firmer, signaling the end of the conversation.
Without another word, the figure ended the call, a sinister grin spreading across their face. They glanced out of the window, staring at the quiet street as if imagining what would unfold next.
It wasn’t the time to act more aggressively, but when April came
 everything would change.
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11:48 AM
The sound of laughter and casual chatter filled the room as Jey, Rhea, Liv, Dominik, Jeyce, and Jaciyah sat around the breakfast table. Despite the lingering tension from recent events, the group did their best to maintain some semblance of normalcy.
Jaciyah, ever the curious teenager, turned to Liv. “So, you single or what?”
The table fell silent for a moment, before Jey’s voice cut through. “Jaciyah,” he called out sternly, shaking his head.
Liv, ever the good sport, grinned at the young teen. “On the contrary, you’re sitting next to my boyfriend,” she said, nudging Dominik.
Dominik waved at Jaciyah with a casual smile. “Hey, what’s up?”
Jaciyah leaned back in his chair, a smirk forming on his face. “Damn, you get all the girls, Dom.”
Dominik laughed, looking at Rhea. “Eh, not all of them.”
Rhea chuckled from across the table, giving Dominik a playful look. “Definitely, not all of them,” she echoed, sending Jaciyah a wink.
The atmosphere lightened, the sound of laughter spilling over as Jey tried to mask his concerns. But the moment was short-lived.
Jey’s phone buzzed suddenly, and he glanced down to see his father’s name flashing on the screen. Excusing himself from the table, he stood and stepped into the garage, pulling the door shut behind him for a little more privacy.
“Go ahead, Dad,” Jey said, his voice steady but his brow furrowed in concern.
“Jey,” Solofa’s voice crackled through the line, a hint of worry slipping through his usually calm demeanor. “Jon and Trinity’s cars got caught on fire.”
Jey’s heart skipped a beat. “What? Are they okay?”
“They’re safe now,” Solofa reassured him quickly. “They’re on a plane to my place in Titusville. But I thought you should know. He had called me first and then before he boarded the plane he had called me again and told me it.”
Jey let out a breath of relief, but the unease still lingered in his chest. “Fuck
 what is even happening?” he said, the weight of the situation settling over him.
Solofa paused for a moment. “Son
 are you safe? You and Rhea, are you around people you can trust?”
Jey looked back toward the house, his gaze resting on the family inside, who were still enjoying breakfast. “We are, Dad. Don’t worry about us. Just make sure Jon and Trinity are safe. That’s all I care about right now.”
Solofa let out a long sigh, one that seemed to carry a lifetime of concern. “Of course, son. You take care of your family. I’ll take care of Jon and Trinity.”
Jey ended the call with a nod, his thoughts racing as he stepped back into the house. It felt like the world was closing in, and there was no escaping what was coming next.
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Rhea knelt down in the greenhouse, her hands gently touching the freshly planted lilies. It was a small act of normalcy amidst the chaos that had consumed her life over the past weeks. Yet, the quiet was always fleeting.
The least you could do is finish planting the roses.
Rhea didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The voice, low and familiar, had a calming effect on her, even in the midst of everything. She set down her trowel, her fingers brushing against the soft earth, and sighed.
Jey stepped into the small space, his presence filling it with warmth and safety. Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. His touch was grounding, pulling her back from the edge.
Rhea leaned into him, her eyes closing for a moment, taking solace in the silence that surrounded them. But after a beat, she broke the stillness. “Are we ever going to have some time of normalcy?” she asked, her voice tinged with exhaustion.
Jey’s lips brushed against her neck, his embrace tightening just slightly as if to reassure her. “We will,” he murmured against her skin.
Rhea turned slightly in his arms to face him, her expression filled with concern and a trace of fear. “Jey
 I don’t want to feel like we have to live in constant fear.”
He cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing her cheek. “I get it, babe. But I’m not gonna sit here and do nothing while our family’s at risk. I won’t take that chance.”
Rhea’s brow furrowed, her eyes flickering with unease. “What do you mean?”
Jey hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering with determination. “Well, I just signed us up for a safety course, and I’ve filed both of our applications to carry.”
Rhea’s breath caught in her throat, and she took a small step back, her hands shaking slightly. “Jey
 I don’t want us to resort to carrying weapons. That’s not us.”
“I get it your concern Rhe’..” Jey said, his voice softening, but his tone still firm. “But you’re carrying our child, babe. I’ve got my sons here. I’m gonna do what I have to do to protect my family. I can’t lose you. Not like this.”
Rhea felt the weight of his words settle heavily in her chest. She knew he was right. The world around them was dangerous, unpredictable. And even though it terrified her, she understood that Jey would do whatever it took to keep them safe.
She met his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt, but found none. Just love. Just unwavering resolve.
“Promise me we won’t lose ourselves in all of this,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
Jey kissed her forehead softly, holding her close. “I promise. We’ll fight to stay together, no matter what.” After they broke apart, Rhea tended to the roses.
Jey finally spoke after their moment of solitude. his voice heavy with concern. “Do you think we should hire security?”
Rhea didn’t look up from her task, but her hand stilled as she processed the question. “We can’t afford it,” she replied, her tone calm but resigned.
Jey frowned, frustration building. “Babe
 I make damn near seven million a year. I could afford it.”
Rhea set down the soil and turned to face him, meeting his gaze. “And I went from making six million a year to only ninety thousand. We’re adjusting, Jey. We’ve got enough bills piling up as it is—mortgage, utilities, groceries, medical expenses
” She trailed off, shaking her head. “I just don’t see how we can stretch our finances any thinner right now.”
He stepped closer to her, his expression hardening. “I get it. I do. But we need someone to help us right now
”
Rhea crossed her arms, her gaze flickering away as she considered it. She understood his worry. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of danger, fear, and unanswered questions. But the reality was, even with all of Jey’s wealth, they couldn’t afford to be reckless.
“I agree,” she finally said, sighing. “But who? We don’t have anyone left we can trust. Even family has been shaken.”
Jey’s eyes darted down to his arms as his fingers brushed against the tattoos that marked his skin—symbols of his heritage, his bloodline. Family. The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head.
“I’m stupid,” he muttered to himself.
Rhea gave him a questioning look. “What do you mean?”
He grinned, finally seeing the answer. “My family,” he said confidently.
Rhea blinked, a furrow crossing her brow. “Your family?”
Jey nodded, determination in his voice. “Yeah, my family. I gotta make some calls.”
Without another word, he spun on his heel and left the greenhouse, his mind already racing with the plans he needed to set into motion. Rhea watched him go, her heart pounding. She whispered to herself, a touch of disbelief in her voice, “This is the life I chose.”
Inside the house, Jeyce was sitting at his piano on his bedroom, his fingers lightly pressing the keys, a soft melody filling the room. The sound of his phone vibrating broke through the music.
“Demi,” he said with a smile, seeing her name flash on the screen. He quickly picked up the call.
“What’s up, Jeyce?” Demi’s voice was warm, teasing, as usual.
“Not much, just practicing,” Jeyce replied casually, tapping his fingers to the rhythm of the tune. “So, what are you doing later? Want to hang out?”
Demi sighed from the other side of the screen. “My dad and Daya are having dinner with my mom and my bonus dad. I’m not going. I’m just gonna stay in.”
Jeyce leaned forward, his face lighting up with mischief. “Sneak out. Come to my house. Rhea and my dad are entertaining guests, so they’re gonna leave me alone.”
Demi raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “How exactly am I supposed to get in, genius?”
Jeyce grinned, leaning back in his chair. “I’ve got a picket wall that goes right up to my room. You could easily climb over and come in through the window.”
Demi let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “You want me to climb up to your window? Seriously?”
Jeyce nodded, his smile widening. “Piece of cake. Plus, I’ve got a lock on my door, so no one will ever know you’re here. It’ll be like a secret mission.”
Demi smiled, clearly entertained by the idea. “You’re ridiculous.” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her amusement. “Fine, I’ll come over. But I’m not climbing that wall in a dress.”
Jeyce laughed. “Deal. I’ll see you tonight then.”
Meanwhile, Jey was in the garage, his phone pressed to his ear. The weight of the situation was heavy on his chest, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that danger was closing in. He needed help—he needed his family.
The phone rang for a few moments before Solofa, his father, picked up.
“Son,” Solofa greeted, his voice calm but carrying the authority that only a father could have.
“Dad I’m sorry I didn’t think of this before but I need your help,” Jey said firmly, pacing as spoke. “I’m not going to wait around for something worse to happen.I need security. And I need family.”
Solofa was quiet for a moment before he spoke again, his tone unwavering. “Say no more. What do you need?”
Jey glanced back at the house, where Rhea and the kids were inside, likely making dinner or just trying to hold it all together. “Everything you can spare,” he said. “I don’t care what it takes, Dad. We need to be protected.”
Solofa’s voice was steady. “Consider it done. You take care of your family. I’ll handle the rest.”
Jey hung up the phone and let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. A sense of relief washed over him, knowing his family would have his back—always. He knew his father wouldn’t hesitate to rally the troops and make sure everyone was safe.
As Jey stood in the garage, staring at his Mercedes, the weight of responsibility began to settle over him. He had a family to protect, a family that was his everything. And no matter what it took, he would make sure no one touched them.
—
Liv paced the room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She was tense, her mind racing. “So, you see why you should implement something or at least warn your talent?” she pressed, her voice laced with urgency.
Hunter, seated across from her and Dominik, leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh. He rubbed his temple as if trying to stave off an impending headache.
“I got word about Damian and Kayden,” Hunter began, his tone somber. “One accident, I can overlook. But three incidents in twelve hours? All targeting my top talent?” His piercing gaze flickered between the two of them. “That’s a coordinated attack.”
Dominik nodded, his jaw clenched. “It’s not random.”
Hunter exhaled deeply, his shoulders visibly weighed down. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’ll work on a game plan to keep everyone safe. In the meantime, I’m pulling you two off the air for two weeks.”
Liv’s eyes widened. “Two weeks? Hunter, we—”
Hunter held up a hand to stop her. “This isn’t a punishment, Liv. You both need time to recover, and honestly, I want you out of the spotlight while we figure out who’s behind this. You took that chair attack from Bianca this past Monday, I could do a work on you being out for these next two Mondays.” He glanced at Liv, his expression softening slightly. “I’ll set you up with a doctor’s appointment on Monday. You’ve been through a lot. I want to make sure you’re okay, physically and mentally.”
Liv hesitated but eventually nodded. “Fine.”
“Are you two safe staying with Jey and Rhea?” Hunter asked, leaning forward.
Dominik pulled out his phone, checking his messages. “Jey texted me earlier. Said some of his family is flying in to stay with us until this blows over.”
Hunter nodded approvingly. “Good. That’ll give you some added protection. In the meantime, if the police want to speak with you, let me know immediately. I’ll have a lawyer ready for both of you.”
Liv and Dominik exchanged a glance before standing. “Thanks, Hunter,” Dominik said, extending a hand.
Hunter shook it firmly. “Stay safe. And keep me posted.”
—
Jey was in his home office, pacing as he held his phone to his ear. His voice was low but intense. “Jeremiah, you got my message?”
“Yeah, cuz,” Jeremiah’s voice came through the speaker, calm yet resolute. “You need us, we’re there. Uncle already sent someone over to watch Jon and Trin’. We got you Uce’.”
“I’m not playing around with this,” Jey said, his tone serious. “These people came after my friends, my family. And now, with Rhea pregnant
” His voice trailed off, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.
“We get it,” Jeremiah replied. “No worries, Jey. We’ll be in Connecticut by Monday.”
“Good,” Jey said, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “We’ll handle this together.”
Jeremiah chuckled. “Like always, cuz. Family sticks together.”
As Jey ended the call, he glanced out the window, his mind racing. He wasn’t just fighting to protect himself; he was fighting for everyone he loved. And with his family by his side, he knew they had a fighting chance.
—
Rhea stared at her phone screen, the tears in her eyes blurring Damian’s face in his hospital room. She had just heard the devastating news: both Damian and Kayden had been attacked. Her heart ached for them, and for herself. This nightmare wasn’t over; it had only escalated. She wiped her eyes, but the tears kept coming, fueled by helplessness and frustration.
“Are you sure you and Kayden don’t want to come to us?” she asked, her voice cracking with concern. “I want to protect you.”
Damian let out a soft chuckle, as though trying to lighten the mood despite the heavy conversation. “Rhea
 mi amor, al final, el diablo viene por todos.”
Rhea smiled through her tears, hearing the familiar warmth in his voice despite the situation. “Te quiero mucho, Damian,” she whispered, her heart heavy with the weight of it all.
Damian waved at the screen, his face fading as the FaceTime call ended.
Rhea dropped her phone onto the table and buried her face in her hands, feeling utterly defeated. How had everything spiraled out of control so fast? The attacks, the fear for her friends and family—everything was too much to carry on her own.
She didn’t hear Dominik approach until she felt a gentle hand on her back. She turned to him, tears still streaming down her face, and without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her.
“Dominik,” she gasped between sobs, clinging to him, “did I cause all of this?”
Dominik pulled back slightly to look her in the eyes. His hands rested on her shoulders, and his voice was firm but comforting. “No, Rhea. Being with Jey has changed you. It’s made you stronger, but it’s also made you care more. You’ve grown so much since I met you. You’re not the same person you were before.”
“But
” She hesitated, her voice shaking. “I don’t want Jey to regret me. I just
 I can’t bear the thought of him resenting me.”
Dominik softened. “Jey loves you, Rhea. He’ll never regret you. But you need to trust him too. He needs you, just like you need him. You’re both stronger together.”
Unbeknownst to them, Jey and Liv had quietly watched the entire exchange from the hallway. Jey’s eyes were narrowed, his brow furrowed in silent thought. His heart ached for Rhea, but a knot twisted in his chest as he stood there, unseen.
After a moment, Jey turned and quietly made his way downstairs. His footsteps were slow, each one heavy with frustration. His mind raced, and his heart pounded in his chest. He needed to get away, to clear his head, to find a way to handle everything—the fear, the guilt, the constant barrage of violence and heartbreak.
He reached the garage, the cold air hitting his face as he stepped inside. The quiet hum of the space was a temporary relief from the chaos in his mind.
Jey approached the punching bag, his eyes hardening as he stared at it. Without hesitation, he stretched his hands, cracking his knuckles, and then let loose. The first punch was powerful, the bag swinging in response, but it wasn’t enough. The anger, the frustration, the helplessness—nothing could be worked out with one blow.
With every punch, memories flashed in his mind, each one more painful than the last. Rhea’s assault at the hands of Matthew. The day she tried to end it all. His own shooting, the blood, the pain, the loss. Julie.. Each image looped in his mind like a broken record, repeating over and over. The rage and pain felt like a living thing inside him, and he poured it all into the bag, each punch louder, more desperate than the last.
He lost track of time, his body moving automatically as the adrenaline surged. Sweat dripped down his face, his shoulder screaming in pain from the exertion, but he kept going. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. The rage was endless.
Eventually, his arms felt like lead, and the punches slowed, finally coming to a stop. Jey’s breathing was erratic, his chest heaving as he stood there, his hands gripping the punching bag for support. His entire body trembled with exhaustion, but the anger still gnawed at him.
As he leaned against the bag, trying to steady his breathing, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
He turned, meeting Liv’s calm gaze. She stood a few feet away, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable but soft.
“You two need each other, no matter what,” she said quietly.
Jey blinked, the exhaustion in his eyes giving way to a flash of understanding. He let out a deep breath, his head dropping slightly.
“I’m just so tired, Liv,” he muttered. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
Liv’s expression softened. She had never fully understood the weight that Jey carried, the constant pressure of trying to protect the people he loved while dealing with his own demons.
“I never realized how heavy this all is for you,” she admitted, her voice gentle. “You’ve been carrying so much, Jey. And I know it’s not easy, but you’re not alone in this. You’ve got Rhea, you’ve got your family, and you’ve got us. Me, Dom, Finn, Cody
 everyone. We’ll get through this together.”
Jey didn’t say anything for a moment. He just stood there, his eyes distant, lost in thought. He could feel Liv’s words sinking in, but it wasn’t enough to erase the heaviness in his chest. The fight wasn’t over.
But maybe
 just maybe
 he didn’t have to fight it alone.
As he took another deep breath, he finally nodded. “Thanks, Liv.”
Liv offered him a small, reassuring smile. “Anytime, Jey. Anytime.”
And as the weight of the past few months settled around them both, Jey couldn’t help but wonder if he was strong enough to carry on, if he could keep his promises to Rhea, to protect her, to fight for them both. The battle wasn’t over. But for the first time in a long time, he felt like he might just be ready to face it.
The door to the garage creaked open, and Jey turned to see Rhea standing there with Dominik behind her, her eyes searching his face. She wiped away her tears and without a word, he walked toward her, his hand reaching out. She took it, her fingers intertwining with his, and for a moment, the world outside faded away.
They didn’t have all the answers, and the road ahead was uncertain. But together, they would face whatever came their way. Because at the end of the day, they needed each other more than anything.
Dominik cleared his throat, breaking the tension in the room. “Look, I understand a lot of shit has happened, but
 maybe some liquor would help?”
Liv smirked. “And honestly, I’m starving. All this drama works up an appetite.”
Jey let out a soft laugh, his first in hours. “BBQ?”
Rhea scrunched her nose and sniffled. “Do we even have any meat left?”
Jey grinned. “Me and Dom will take care of it.”
Dominik stood, patting Rhea on the shoulder. “Yeah, come on, Rhea. I’ll make your favorite.”
Jey raised a brow. “Wait, what’s her favorite?”
Dominik smirked. “Beef fajitas with my homemade tortillas.”
Rhea’s eyes lit up. “Yes, please!”
Jey leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Alright, we’ll be back soon.”
As Jey and Dominik headed to the car, Liv and Rhea made their way back to the living room. Liv plopped onto the couch beside Rhea. “Looks like you’ll have a full house soon,” she said with a smirk.
Rhea exhaled, nodding. “Yeah, it’s a lot, but
 it feels right, you know?”
Just then, Jeyce came down the stairs, his face flushed and his steps hurried. He stopped at the bottom, looking around. “Where’s my dad?”
“He and Dom went to grab food for the BBQ,” Rhea said, studying his expression. “You okay?”
Jeyce’s eyes darted away as he mumbled, “Yeah, I’m fine,” before quickly retreating back upstairs.
Liv tilted her head, watching him disappear. “What’s up with the little Uso?”
Rhea sighed, standing up. “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”
Rhea walked up the stairs, her steps soft against the hardwood. She stopped outside Jeyce’s room, her hand hovering over the door. Just as she was about to knock, she paused, hearing his voice through the thin barrier.
“The plan is off. Rhea and my dad are BBQing,” Jeyce said, his voice tinged with frustration.
Rhea tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. What plan?
A softer voice responded through the speaker. It was a girl, and she sounded surprisingly calm. “It’s okay. We can figure it out.”
“No,” Jeyce sighed, the irritation in his tone melting into something more disappointed. “I wanted to spend time with you again.”
Rhea felt her brows lift in surprise. She leaned in slightly, careful not to make a sound, her heart warmed by the sincerity in his voice.
The girl giggled softly. “Maybe I could show you a better peck on the lips next time
”
Rhea’s eyes widened. Her surprise quickly turned into a grin, her heart swelling with pride and amusement. Jeyce
 had his first kiss? She couldn’t help but feel a mixture of pride and protectiveness.
Jeyce’s voice faltered, stammering through his next words. “D-Demi, you’re so cool. I’ll text you later, okay?”
Demi? Rhea’s smile grew. What are the odds? The girl shared her name, which made the situation even more amusing.
The familiar FaceTime end tone sounded, and Rhea decided it was time to intervene. She gently knocked on the door.
“Jeyce? Can I come in?”
There was a sudden shuffle from inside—papers rustling, a drawer slamming shut, and what sounded like a hurried attempt to straighten up. “Uh
 yeah! Just a sec!”
After a few more seconds, the door creaked open, revealing a flustered Jeyce. His cheeks were flushed a deep red, his eyes avoiding hers.
“Hey, Rhea,” he mumbled, clearly trying to play it cool. “What’s up?”
Rhea leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms, a playful smirk on her lips. “Not much. Just wanted to check in. Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Jeyce replied quickly, his voice cracking slightly. Jeyce broke eye contact and he sat on his bed.
Rhea raised a brow, her smirk widening. “So
 who’s Demi?”
Jeyce’s eyes widened in panic, and his face turned an even deeper shade of crimson, Rhea took a step into the room and sat next to Jeyce on his bed. “Uh
 no one! Just a friend from school.”
Rhea chuckled, leaning in slightly. “A friend who gives you kisses?”
Jeyce groaned loudly, his hands flying up to cover his face. “You heard that?”
“Yep,” Rhea said, laughing softly. She reached out to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”
Jeyce peeked at her from behind his hands, his embarrassment starting to fade. “Thanks,” he mumbled. “She’s really cool, Rhea. I think she really likes me for who I am..”
Rhea’s heart softened, her playful demeanor giving way to genuine affection. “Sounds like it. And for the record, you’re pretty cool too, kid.”
Jeyce finally managed a small smile, his earlier nerves easing. “Thanks.”
Rhea stood up, placing her hands on her hips. “Now, why don’t you come downstairs and help me set up for the BBQ? Your dad and Dom will be back soon, and we’re gonna need all the help we can get.”
“Okay,” Jeyce agreed, his confidence returning.
As they made their way down the stairs, Rhea glanced over at Jeyce, her heart swelling with warmth. Despite all the chaos that had surrounded their lives lately, moments like these reminded her of the joy and love that still existed.
When they reached the living room, Liv looked up from her seat on the couch, her eyes narrowing playfully. “What’s up with the little Uso? He looked like he saw a ghost earlier.”
Rhea exchanged a quick, knowing glance with Jeyce before smirking at Liv. “Oh, nothing. Just some top-secret business, right, Jeyce?”
Jeyce grinned, a spark of mischief returning to his eyes. “Right.”
Liv rolled her eyes, clearly unconvinced. “Uh-huh. Well, if it’s as ‘top secret’ as you say, you’d better hope your dad doesn’t find out.”
Jeyce froze for a split second before Rhea laughed, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. “Don’t worry, Liv. This one’s between me and Jeyce.”
Liv smirked but didn’t press further, letting the moment pass.
Rhea felt a sense of peace settle over her as she and Jeyce began prepping the outdoor area. Despite everything they had been through, this family was still standing strong.
—
Meanwhile, Hunter sat next to Bruce Prichard, rubbing his temples in frustration. The weight of the recent events—the attacks on his talent, the mounting pressure, and the responsibilities of running the show—was taking a toll on him.
“Is that it with the calls?” Hunter asked, his voice weary, leaning back in his chair.
Bruce, who had been taking diligent notes on his tablet, nodded. “I believe we got them all.” His eyes met Hunter’s. “Everyone’s been informed, at least the important ones. The mandatory safety protocols are in place—three people traveling together, basic awareness checks.” He sighed.
Hunter ran a hand through his hair, staring at the papers spread across the table. The follow-up emails were still buzzing in the background, the reminder of the chaos weighing heavily. “Good, good,” Hunter muttered. “And what about the detectives in Orlando and Pensacola? Have they given us anything solid?”
Bruce’s eyes darkened slightly, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. “Yes, they’re now working with Stamford PD and NYPD at this point. They’re all coordinating, but
 they can’t tell us anything definitive just yet.” He leaned in a bit closer. “They’ve got a few leads, but they’re being tight-lipped. Still, it’s better than nothing.”
Hunter frowned, feeling the sense of helplessness creep in. He took a deep breath, trying to focus. “Has it been spreading any further? Any other incidents?”
Bruce shook his head. “Not as of now, thankfully. But with everything happening in such a short span, it feels like it’s only a matter of time. We’ve got to be ready for anything.”
Hunter sighed, feeling the weight of the uncertainty hanging in the air. He shifted in his chair, his mind working over the logistics, the details. “Did you adjust the storylines because of the superstars being out?”
Bruce looked down at his tablet and started scrolling. “Yes I’ve already made the adjustments. The biggest change right now is the lack of availability of some of our top stars. I’ve had to shift some angles, but we’ve got plans in motion. It’s not ideal, but we’ll manage.”
Hunter nodded, absorbing Bruce’s words. The show must go on, no matter how many obstacles were in the way. “Do we have a backup plan for Elimination Chamber?” he asked. “It’s coming up, and we can’t afford any more hiccups.”
Bruce gave a small, confident smile. “We do. It’s tight, but we’ve got a plan B in place. If we need to adjust the entire card, we’ll be ready.”
Hunter rubbed his temples again, feeling the mounting pressure. “Good. We can’t afford to lose any more ground, not with everything that’s at stake. Get the talent ready, and keep me in the loop if anything changes.” His tone softened slightly. “And, Bruce? Let’s keep this between us for now. We don’t need corporate panicking. The last thing we need is paranoia spreading like wildfire.”
Bruce nodded in agreement. “Of course, Hunter. We’ll keep it tight.”
Hunter exhaled, trying to shake off the stress that was quickly building again. “Alright. Let’s focus on getting this show on the road. We’ve got too many people relying on us.”
As Hunter and Bruce continued to strategize, the hum of the office around them faded as they both plunged deeper into their work, their minds focused entirely on the task ahead. But in the back of both their minds, the chilling thought remained: the person behind these attacks was still out there. And they couldn’t afford to let their guard down—not for a second.
They reviewed notes and ran through the adjustments; but Hunter couldn’t shake the unease in his gut. No matter what happened, he would have to keep everyone safe—and make sure the show, and his talent, were protected.
—
Jeyce and Jaciyah sat comfortably in the living room, their eyes glued to the TV screen as they went back and forth in a heated Call of Duty match. The sounds of controllers clicking and their competitive banter filled the air, while Liv and Rhea worked in the kitchen, preparing sides for the BBQ. The kitchen smelled like fresh vegetables, sizzling sauces, and spices—everything coming together for a meal that would bring some sense of normalcy to a chaotic time.
Outside, Dom and Jey were by the pit, standing next to the fire, with the faint crackling of the wood filling the background. Dom had pulled out his phone, ready to put Jey onto some new music, the playlist blasting to life as the cool evening air surrounded them.
“Hey I told Hunter at the meeting about contacting Orlando..” Dominik said looking up from his phone.
“Thank you for that.. did he say anything else?” Jey asked, his curiosity piquing.
“Well we all have to travel in threes.. me and Liv are off camera for two weeks
 so can we continue to use your spare guest room for the time being?” Dom asked.
“Anytime..” Jey said patting Dom’s back.
“Great
 now let me put you on some new rap,” Dom said with a grin as he continued scrolling through his playlist. He raised his eyebrows, glancing over at Jey as he found the perfect track.
Jey rolled his eyes and raised his hand, “Ay man, don’t hate on my playlist,” he teased.
Dom laughed, shaking his head. “I’m not hating, just expanding your horizons.”
With a flourish, Dom hit play, and Cowboy Killer by That Mexican OT blared through the stereo. The rhythm hit hard, the Spanish beats blending effortlessly with the rap flow, and the bass seemed to sync with the crackling of the pit.
Jey’s head immediately started to bob along with the beat. He took in the difference in the music, feeling the way the melody carried itself. “Dude is actually cold,” Jey admitted with a grin, turning to Dom.
“Right?!” Dom said, laughing. “This track gets me hyped. I listen to it to get into my Dirty Dom persona,” he added, his voice dripping with amusement.
Jey raised an eyebrow, chuckling. “Dirty Dom, huh? That persona really did work for you, didn’t it?”
Dom smirked, leaning against the table next to the pit. “Hell yeah, it did. You’ve seen the heat I keep getting, man. Best part of my career so far.”
Jey laughed and shook his head. “Man, you’re crazy.”
After the song ended, Jey swiped his phone and started scrolling through his own playlist, looking for the perfect track. He was in the mood to vibe, but also wanted to get into the mindset of his old Right Hand Man gimmick. He smirked as he found the song, his thumb hovering over the play button.
“You want to hear what I would listen to, to get into my Right Hand Man gimmick?” Jey asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
Dom’s eyebrows shot up. “Hell yeah,” he said eagerly. “That was my favorite gimmick of yours, bro. The way you’d crash out every day, get into people’s faces—man, that was gold.”
Jey smirked, feeling the rush of memories flood back. He hit play, and the unmistakable opening beat of Black Skinhead by Kanye West blasted from the speakers. The hard, gritty rhythm filled the air, and as soon as the bass dropped, Jey’s head started to bob, his eyes closed for a moment as he felt the familiar energy of the song.
“Man, this track use to always get me in that zone,” Jey said, turning to Dom with a grin. “You know, back when I’d be standing by Roman’s side, just being that damn presence.”
Dom watched Jey closely, taking in the change in his demeanor. He could tell the Right Hand Man persona still had its hold on him, even if it was a chapter long passed. “That’s exactly it, bro,” Dom said, his voice serious for a moment. “That energy, that intensity—you were unstoppable.”
Jey nodded, feeling the beat pulse through him as the song continued. He let the rhythm take him back to those days when he was fiercely loyal to Roman, his confidence high and his focus sharp.
The song ended, and the two men stood there in silence for a moment, reflecting on their respective journeys. As Rich Flex by Drake play, they were both at a crossroads, dealing with so much personal and professional turmoil, but in that moment, the music and the shared history between them brought a sense of clarity.
Dom broke the silence, cracking a smile. “Man, I swear you still have that energy in you. You ever miss it?”
Jey shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I don’t know. I’ve got my own vibe now with Main Event. And besides, I’m always gonna be Roman’s right hand, but it’s different now.”
“Yeah, I get it,” Dom said, nodding. “It’s crazy how things change. But you know, you still got that fire. You just gotta tap into it when you need it.”
Jey chuckled and took a swig from his drink, feeling the weight of Dom’s words. “Maybe. But right now, I’m good. Just taking it one step at a time.”
“That’s all you can do,” Dom agreed, clapping him on the shoulder. “We got this.”
The two of them stood there for a few more moments, watching the fire flicker as the music continued. Inside, Rhea and Liv continued to prep the meal, the warmth of the family gathering spreading through the house. Jeyce and Jaciyah were still battling it out in the living room, with their voices rising in playful arguments. Even with everything that had happened in recent weeks, this was the peace they needed.
As the music continued to pulse in the background, Liv and Rhea stepped outside, their laughter filling the evening air. Rhea handed Jey his beer and the bowl of seasoned meat for the grill, and without a second thought, she kissed him gently on the lips. Jey took the beer with a grin and sipped it, savoring the coolness that met his lips, but the kiss lingered in his mind long after.
Liv handed Dominik a beer too, but he, ever the playful one, puckered his lips toward her with a mischievous grin.
Liv shot him a look and shook her head with a laugh. “Leave the PDA to those two,” she teased, glancing at Rhea and Jey.
Rhea let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head at Liv’s comment but still smiling as she caught Jey’s gaze, knowing there was no shortage of affection in their bond. They shared a connection that was deeper than just physical attraction—despite all the turmoil, their love was something that brought them peace when everything else felt chaotic.
Liv, who had been quietly tapping her foot to the music, paused. She looked at the men by the grill, then turned back to Rhea. “Oh hell no,” she said, dramatically raising her hand as if to stop the music. “I need a music change. Me and Rhea need a different pace.”
Dom looked at her with a raised eyebrow, clearly interested. “What do you suggest?” he asked, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
Liv scrolled through her playlists on her phone, her expression one of focus. After a brief moment, she pressed play on WHATCHU KNO ABOUT ME by Glorilla and Sexyy Red. The bass hit hard, and the lyrics were fast-paced and full of energy.
Jey rolled his eyes as the beat dropped, but there was a playful smile on his face. “This ain’t really my thing,” he said, shaking his head but clearly amused.
Liv ignored his comment and grabbed Rhea by the hand, pulling her into a goofy, fun dance. They swayed, laughed, and completely let go, spinning around in the yard. It was a moment of pure fun—no worries, no stress, just the two women living in the moment.
The song ended, and as if on cue, the next track came on: What’s My Name by Drake and Rihanna. The soft intro played, and Rhea, still full of energy, glanced over at Jey with a playful smile. Without missing a beat, she began to sing the lyrics to him, her voice smooth and teasing as she sang, “Hey, boy, I really wanna see if you can go downtown with a girl like me
”
Jey watched her, captivated, as she moved toward him, pulling him into a brief but sensual dance. Her hips swayed as the beat flowed through her, and she took his hand, guiding him with ease as the lyrics continued: “Hey, boy, I really wanna be with ya, ’Cause ya just my type, ooh na na na na
”
Jey smiled, the warmth in his chest growing as he pulled her closer. Despite everything that had happened—everything that weighed heavy on both of them—the music always had a way of bringing them back to each other. It was like a secret language they shared, something that only the two of them understood, a connection that cut through the noise of the world around them.
Rhea leaned in slightly, her lips brushing his ear as she sang the line softly. She pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, seeing the familiar spark there that always reminded her why she loved him so much. The chaos, the struggles, the pain—it all felt a little lighter in this moment. And as they danced together, Rhea felt a quiet sense of peace settle over her.
Jey smiled, his hands resting gently on her waist. “You know, I always said music was your thing,” he said softly. “But it’s like
 it’s our thing now.”
Rhea’s heart skipped a beat. “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice soft. “It’s our thing.”
The song played on, but the world seemed to slow down as the two of them shared this simple, quiet moment of connection. It was like everything else faded away—the weight of everything they’d endured—and in this fleeting moment, it was just the two of them. And that was all they needed.
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Author’s Note: this chapter takes place in a whole day. February 1st, 2025.
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