𝐀 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐩.

𝐘/𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I sat in the spare room of Robert Maloley's house, aimlessly scrolling through my phone. I looked at the time realizing I had to meet up with Tate and Zion today. We had product to move today, the three of us are kind of tired of Brock lately but, we don't have much of a choice.

We've all seen what he's done to people in the past who tried to get out of the Reckless Outlaws or tried to just disappear. All I know is neither of us want a bullet in the head. I've lost too many friends that way. Plus, it all just makes me think of my mother.

I fiddled with my mothers ring on my finger before kissing it as I grabbed my jacket. I walked over to the side table, grabbing my gun and a spare clip and some money to take with me. I put the gun behind my back in my pants. I looked myself over before heading out of the room, closing the door behind me.

As I walked through the hall and into the living room, Robert began talking. "You didn't ask me if you could go out." he said as his attention stayed focused on the tv with a beer in hand.

Robert is a middle aged man, no kids, no wife, pretty much a slob. He was arrested for suspicion of kidnapping, sexual assault, you name it. But mysteriously all those charges got dropped. I don't understand how he's allowed to foster kids.

He was pretty tall, he worked as a mechanic and didn't do much other than that but drink and smoke cigarettes all day long. The man is a drunk and a cigarette addict. I swear at the rate he goes at, he's going to get lung cancer. "I wasn't going to ask, I'm just going." I snickered. "You live under my roof-"

"Not willingly, trust me no one wants to live in this shithole." I said with a fake smile. Robert stood up as if he was going to hit me or something, pausing his tv show. "You should be grateful someone's even letting you live with them- clearly your parents weren't good for nothing, you little shit."

I quickly approached him as my anger started to rise. "Don't you ever say shit about my family!" I yelled in his face. I don't give a care about my dad, he's a scum bag but, my mother, that woman was a saint.

"Ooh did I push your buttons?" he asked trying to piss me off. "Where's your brother? Oh right he's probably dead like your mother-" Before he could say anything else, I punched him in the face, twisted his arm back, pushing him against the wall. I reached behind me, grabbing my gun before pulling the slide back so he could hear it as I pressed the gun against the back of his head.

"Don't you ever utter a word about my mother or my brother again." I spoke through gritted teeth. I gave him one more little shove into the wall before backing away as he turned around looking like he was about to shit his pants. "You can't boss me around in my own home! I'll call the agency and you'll go back to jail!"

"Look, I don't want to fucking be here bro, I have to be but quite honestly at any point I can leave, but pull some shit like that again, and I swear to you, you won't be able to call the police."

He gulped before raising his hands up "I have a proposition that may work for both of us." He says as he takes a step towards me making me point my gun at him again. "Can you put the gun down? I bet you've never even used it."

"Oh really? Want me to use it on you?" Robert shook his head no. I've shot people before, never murdered anyone before and don't plan to. "Look, I have a proposition." I looked at him waiting for him to continue. "You sell drugs for Brock right?"

"Yeah, why?" Robert smirked. "Get me some drugs and I'll let you do whatever you want, I know you don't want to be here, I don't want you to be here since you're trying to kill me, it works out for both of us. I tell your parole officer you've been phenomenal."

I thought about it, thats easy to do. "Fine. Here-" I said reaching in my pocket for a little baggie. He reaches up trying to pat my shoulder before I grab his hand. "Don't touch me or I'll break your hand." I say as I put the safety back on my gun and headed out the front door.

.  .  .

𝐋𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I was finally back at work. I enjoyed the time off but I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss doing my job. I only do this job simply because I enjoy it.

A lot of my friends here a the job were really excited to see me and of course kept asking how Y/n was doing, well, at least the ones who believe she isn't a lost cause and really understands her.

I looked up as someone knocked on my door and put on a fake smile as I internally rolled my eyes. It was Agatha.

"Welcome back, darling! I've decided Aubrey will fully take on the case of Ms. Y/n Reece for the remainder of her time needing us and our resources, I'm sure you have no problem with that? Right, okay good. Nice to see you back, Lizzie!" She says giving me a smile and leaving my office before I could say anything else.

I checked my phone hoping to see a missed call or text from Y/n. I know that may be overly dramatic but ever since she left, I've been so worried about her and her well being. Like I said, Robert Maloley gives everyone the creeps.

She hasn't answered me as consistently as I would like which worries me. I also couldn't stop thinking about our kiss the day she left and the night we had sex.

I don't completely know what this means for us or what I would like it to mean for us. I slept with her and she's a minor. I couldn't get that out of my head but, with Y/n it feels different and that worries me. I kept overthinking everything.

As I was about to dive deeper into my thoughts, my phone rang.

"Hello?" I spoke. "Hi Elizabeth! This is Darcy! I'm so sorry to just return your call, its been a mess over here."

"No worries I totally understand, you have a full house."

"Yeah, kids are chaotic. But I just wanted to call and let you know it's totally fine if you want to take Kyler to the carnival. He's been a lot happier since that time you came to visit him, I think it'd be nice for him to get away for a bit."

"Oh really?! Thank you!" I couldn't help but to let a big smile spread across my face.

"Yeah, I think he could really use some time away. So should I drop him off or?" Darcy asked.

"Oh no no, I'll pick him up and drop him back off."

"Does he need any money?"

"No, I got that covered as well, all he needs is himself."

"Sorry to pry but, will his sister be there? He asks about her all the time and I know things are a bit tougher for them considering their past-"

"Yeah, she'll be there but I'm keeping that a secret from both of them."

"Oh okay got it! Well I'll see you soon!"

"Thank you again, Darcy!"

I hung up the phone ecstatically. Y/n and Kyler haven't seen each other in a long time and I'd love to bring them together again. Plus, Kyler could make a new friend with Rose.

I got up heading to Aubrey's office to tell her what news I got when I was interrupted by Nathan. "Hey, Lizzie, you look amazing as always. I wanted to say welcome back." Is he serious?

I looked over his shoulder to see Aubrey was now paying attention and stifling a laugh. "Thanks?" I said as I tried to walk around him. "I was wondering if you would like to get some lunch sometime or maybe some coffee-"

I held back my laugh as hard as I could. "Are you serious?"

"Yes?" He asked, caught off guard by my question. "You think after the shit you pulled I'll want to go on a date with you? You're the reason Y/n's in Maloley's house." I said walking past him making sure to bump my shoulder with his. The audacity of this man.

.  .  .

𝐍𝐨 𝐎𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Hansen walked into Brock's office room in the Slatt house with a smirk riding on her face. "Did you get that taken care of?" Brock asked with his head down as he put money in the bill counter machine before taking stacks of it and folding them with rubber bands. "Yes I did, they didn't even see them coming." Hansen continued to smirk.

"Keep a close eye on those three. Zion, Tate, Y/n, they're usually my best runners, they've been making me seem like they'd flip on me in a heartbeat. Test their loyalty."

Hansen nodded as she turned to leave the room. "And Hansen, tell 7th street to send them a little message for me, it'll let me know if they're really riding for the RA's or if they'll betray us. I'll compensate whoever gets the job done."

Hansen stood there, smiling as she accepted the job and headed out to deliver the message to the rival gang.

.  .  .

𝐘/𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Zion and I finished our runs for the day and were exhausted. Tate had to go do something so we just decided to hang out alone. We also went to an initiation, someone got jumped into the Reckless Outlaws today.

We didn't participate today, well mainly me because I don't need Lizzie observing my bruised and cut up hands if I were to do so.

I was excited to go to the carnival this weekend with Lizzie and Scarlett. I haven't really had too much of a chance to talk to Elizabeth as much as I'd like to since I left her house and I haven't been back to see her yet. I just needed some time to pull myself together.

"I'm starving." Zion said as he and I walked into the Philly Cheesesteaks shop. "Mmm, what do I want?' Zion asked as he breathed in the smells. We ordered our food before going to sit at one of the tables.

"I'm so tired of dealing with Brock, yo." Zion mumbled. "A few nights ago, he called me and told me to go handle some punk that tried to steal some product and I nearly got shot only for him to say it was test or some shit. He's been trying to do too much lately and then his dumbass idea sending us to 7th street. I understand trying to build an empire and take over the drug business over here but, come on man. We're just spare bodies to him." Zion said.

He was right. I'd been feeling some type of way about Brock since a bit before I went to jail again. He was the reason I was in there. Did he try to bail me out? Of course not.

He stashed my bag with drugs and I was searched after he had me hit up some party which ended up getting shut down- a lot of things happened that night but, it resulted in me going to jail.

"I want to get out." I mumbled. "But, you know he won't let that happen, you make the most sales." Zion stated.

"I don't mean out of the game completely because trust me, the money is amazing but, just away from him and his goons. They don't know what they're doing anymore and at this rate, we're all going to die or get locked up for him." Zion nodded in agreement. "Yeah I'm not going back to jail." Zion said as he shook his head.

"Plus, I want to take care of Kyler, I don't want him to see any of that."

Zion understood. He has a daughter and his family knew nothing but the gang life. Most of his uncles and cousins were in prison for murder and gang related activities. He grew up in this and with a troubled childhood, he took this path because it's all he knew. I'd always imagined the three of us would get out of this at some point but, we're in a cycle.

Our food came out and I patted my pockets realizing I didn't have my phone. I wanted to text Lizzie since I finally have some moments of peace. "Hey, can I get the keys? I left my phone in the car. "Yeah, can you grab mine too? I gotta check on Layla."

"You gotta bring her around." I pouted. Layla is Zion's daughter, he had her 3 years ago. He doesn't really get to see her because her mom- well, obviously she doesn't like what he does for a living so that situation is complicated. He makes sure to spend time with her when he can and always spoils her and gives her mom money to help take care of her. I know he'd be an amazing dad if he had the chance to be actively involved.

"Well once I can kind of get ahold of my life and leave this stuff in the past, I want to take care of her. Winter won't let me see her unless she's present or her grandma and then I can't have her stay at my place so everything's in Winter's hands. I'll show you some pics I got of her." I nodded as I grabbed his keys and went to his car.

I looked both ways before running across the street unlocking the door. I grabbed the phones, sliding my phone in my pocket, keeping Zions in hand as I closed the door locking the car door. I heard foot steps rapidly coming toward me but before I could reach for my gun, I let out a yell as I fell to my knees as I saw two guys with ski masks covering their faces with a bloody knife in their hands before I heard gunshots being fired.

"Hey hey hey, nah nah look at me!" Zion yelled at me, snapping his fingers in my face as he stuffed his gun in his pocket. He pulled my shirt up a bit as he put his hands on the cut that was oozing with blood before picking me up putting me in the back of his car before getting in the drivers seat.

I pressed my hands to my side, trying to stop the bleeding as I yelled through gritted teeth at the pain. The tires screeched as he pulled off quickly, speeding down the street.

𝐀/𝐧: 𝐒𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫! 𝐘/𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥! 𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐘/𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐘/𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝... 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭?! 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘.