Jason's POV

"So do we have the Peligros location yet?" I hiss growing frustrated.

Alex called a meeting when I was in the middle of eating breakfast. It was Malarie's chocolate chip pancakes too. With bacon, eggs, sausages, and hash browns on the side.

"Hell motherfucking yeah! Jacob tracked down all our equipment... shit, we even found out where they're hiding our four million." Alex shouts in glee, smoking a cigar.

Finally we got those low, dirty down bastards. They owe us so much they don't have. They do not know what they're in for.

"I'm ready, where the hell are they?" I ask Jacob, who was typing away on his laptop. "Shit they're in Georgia right now. Atlanta, to be exact." He nods his head, turning his computer around so all of us could see.

"See we got their asses, even though we can't get our two million back they spent. We can still kill them all." Alex yells overly excitedly, giving a fist bump to Za and Moe. "Cool, now all we have to d-" I was interrupted by Malarie's singing.

"Say somethin if you're feeling the vibe, say somethin baby don't be so shy." Malarie sings extremely loudly, outside our meeting door. I groan tiredly, rubbing my face. "Can one of you please tell her to be quiet, and that we are having an important conversation." I speak nonchalantly.

They all get up... only making look at them like they were crazy. They all have been curious, as to how good in bed she is. They heard her screaming a couple of days ago, and teased her to death. She locked herself in our room for two days.

"What the hell, I said can one of you. Not all nine of you." I roll my eyes at them being eager.

Cal decides to tell her. He walks outside the door, still hearing her singing piercingly loud.

"Cause you're driving me crazy, say somethin, cause your driving me wild. Say-" I hear Cal laugh, making Mal stop her singing. "Hey Mal Pal, can you keep your singing down to a minimum. We're having a very important meeting." He tells her kindly. I'm so jealous of their friendship... sometimes.

"I'm sorry Cal, I'll keep it down. Do you want Red Velvet Cookies? I made some and just took them out the oven." She tries to whisper to him. Failing miserably. "Yeah sure I would lo-" I had to stop it right there.

"CAL NO COOKIES! Get your ass back in here." I yell out from the room. I hear them both groan.

Cal came back into the room with his head hung low and his lip pouted. I swear Cal and Malarie are like the same person. Childish asses.

"Man he asked you to do one thing, and you was about to go eat some cookies." Za laughs, along with the rest of the guys. Although nothing is funny to me. "That shit isn't funny, you are always losing focus. Stop letting Malarie lure you in with her sweets- all of you." It gets quiet, and finally we continue our planning.

About ten minutes into the actual bombing draft. There's a knock on the door, Malarie walks in with a plate full of cookies. Beaming that beautiful smile she has. I don't care about her smile right now though. I care about the guys knowing the plan.

"Sorry to interrupt, but you all been in here so long. I decided to bring you an afternoon snack." She walks around passing out cookies.

I start to bounce my leg up and down, trying to contain my frustration with her and the guys. They didn't once look my way. They didn't reject her cookies either. Instead they gave all their attention to her. Saying a host of 'thank you's' or 'these cookies are good'.

"Mal Pal, these are the bomb. What spices did you use?" Cal asks, jumping on spot. Gay? Weird? Immature?

I guess I will never know.

"Well you pour two thirds of brown sugar, firmly packed. Then y-" I quickly stop her rambling right there... she and Cal can talk for hours. "Malarie, baby please leave. We are discussing something very significant. More vital than your cookies, you can tell him later." Her smile drops into a sad pout. She nods her head and goes on her way.

"Aye bro, your girl sure can cook some desserts. I swear we all are packing on pounds." Malcom bites into his cookie, patting his stomach. "Yeah she can, that just means more gym time for us. Now back to the assignment here." I point to a stack of papers in front of me.

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"So we set the the bigger bombs in the back of Peligros warehouse?" Chris writes for some notes down on his paper. "Yeah, we set two bigger ones out back, and then the smaller two up front." I tell him, making sure he got the set up.

"What about afterwards when we're done. Do we get food if we successfully do the job right?" I become pissed by his stupidity, I throw my non loaded gun at his chest. "What the fuck Jason! Watch what your throwing things at people. Christ, we don't need anyone else in the hospital." Alex yells at me in an authoritative tone I glared at him, mumbling a 'whatever'.

"Alright so I'll be going in with Jason, Cal, Moe, and Damian, right?" Chris makes sure. "Yes, you'll come with us, but-" I was cut off by someone busting through the door. Making all of us guys jump. We pulled out our guns, aiming at Malarie.

Shit! She has to stop sneaking up on us like that. We are convicts, for crying out loud.

"Oh my God." She whispers, backing up into a wall. We all quickly put our guns down. "Damn it Malarie, you can't just bust through the door like that. Didn't I tell you we were busy?" I harshly shout at her. I'm just scared. We could've easily taken her out.

"I left you alone, I just need a favor." She speaks, tears threatening to come out. "Well I don't have time for those damn favors. Last time you asked me for a favor, and it was to look for your stupid sock. So no, I don't want to do any of your favors." I spat, crossing my arms over my chest. She walks out the room, slamming the door.

I just hate when people slam doors. She does it a lot. It absolutely makes my blood boil.

Jason why were you so harsh to her? Why am I even back? Have you been taking your meds?

He hasn't, now he's finally going back to his old ways. Ha, ha, ha.

He can do whatever he wants. You suck anyway Jason.

"That was so messed up man. She's still my best friend you, know." Cal shakes his head. "Well you go fucking do her favor." I sneer, going back to writing down the steps of the plan.

"Hell, maybe I will." He stands up from his chair. I shoot up quickly, pushing him back down.

I head out the door to my and Malarie's room. I could already hear her sniffles and cries. Damn it. I turn the knob of the door, pushing the door open. I close and lock it behind me. Walking over to her face-down body. I sit by her feet, waiting for her to say something. We're both stubborn, so neither one of us says anything. I keep quiet and she keeps on crying. I guess I have to be the bigger person.

"Baby?" No answer. I try calling her again. "Baby... I'm sorry for being mean to you." I hang my head down, guilty of being callous to her. I hate when I'm always rude to her.

"Leave me alone." She mumbles into the pillow. "Well I can't leave you alone, we live together." I cockily state to her.

"Just leave Jason, go back to your stupid planning stuff." Her words come out muffled, but I still manage to hear her. "You think I plan, just to plan? Do you know how important this assignment is? Because you stupidly ran away last time, we have to do these small ass jobs. You ruined over millions of dollars for us." I grumble, scooting away from her.

She sits up quick as she can, revealing her red, puffy eyes to me. She glances at me utterly pissed off. Are we twins?

"Don't you dare blame me trying to escape, as the reason you lost your money. No one ever told you to take me away from my family. You chose to do it. Now I'm living in your bipolar world." She yells out every word with such venom.

Jason you promised not to hurt her...

Deep breaths, deep breaths, clench, unclench. Don't hit my girlfriend, don't hurt her. Even though she's being a big baby.

"Don't talk to me like that. I am really trying not to hurt you, today." I growl through gritted teeth. "Really Jason? Because right now I feel hurt. You hurt my feelings all the time. I just want you to do two things for me, I hardly even ask you for anything." She crosses her arms, glaring daggers into my skull.

"Well what the hell do you want or need?" I seeth, looking at her with so much dislike. I'll be begging on my knees sooner or later.

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Malarie's POV

He looks at me like I'm scum between his toes. We always argue back and forth, and it's so annoying. I just want two favors from him. That's all... but he's been so stressed and mean lately, it's quite impossible for me to have a single conversation with him.

"I said what the fuck do you want?" He yell, getting my attention again. "Stop talking to me like that, you're so rude! Then you become a hypocrite, and criticize me about my quote on quote disrespectfulness." I am very angry, now.

I know why I have all this anger inside me. There's plenty of reasons. But him being rude and nasty is just annoying as hell.

"Ugh! What in the fuck do you want? I have way more things to do, instead of fighting with your stupidity." He shrugs his shoulder, roughly gliding his hands through his hair. "I need some freaking pads. I got my period today you dumb asshole." I huff, looking away from him.

"Hey! You watch your fucking mouth, damn it." He spanks my thigh. That's it. I smack his chest with the back of my hand as hard as I could. "Stop hitting me all the time." I scream, pushing him hard with my foot. I'm pretty sure his eyes just turn murky.

"I know you did not just hit me." His voice vibrates against my face, as he jumps on top of my body, pinning my hands above my head. "Let. Me. Go." I growl lowly through gritted teeth.

"Hell no." He squeezes my wrist tightly, as I can't contain my wince at the pressure on them. "Let go of me, Jason." I whine, trying to wiggle free.

"I'll never let you go." He psychotically looks at me. I can see the rage in his eyes, he wants to hit me badly. I can tell by the large vein popping out his neck. "Go ahead, hit me. You want to anyway. I know you haven't been taking your meds... how are we supposed to enjoy the holiday season, if you're always angry?" I sadly sigh, feeling him loosening his grip on me, finally letting go.

I stare at my wrist, not at all shocked at his fingerprints being imprinted into my skin. I rub them, trying to smooth away the purple marks. I glance up at Jason, who was still hovered over me. He was looking at the contusions on my wrist as well.

"Baby I'm-" He attempts to say his apology, yet I slightly push him away from me. "Save it, it's the same apology every time. Now, get off of me!" I growl, watching as he gets off me, sitting on his side of the bed next to me.

A couple of minutes passed by of us being deadly quiet, looking straight ahead at the wall. I hear him sigh, feeling the bed shift.

"So you want pads, not tampons?" And he cracks. "Yes, pads will do. And some Midol please. Thank you." I lean over, pecking his lips lightly.

After I give him a light kiss, I lay back down, facing away from him. Even though I'm mad at Jason, I'm still going to show him affection. I can't help it, his lips are addicting. Plus, that's kind of how our relationship is. We could be umpteenths amounts of pissed at one another, but still kiss each other like its nothing. It's like we're angry, but we still care about each other.

"Okay pads, Midol... do you need them right this minute?" He leans over me, so he could see my face. "Do you want me to bleed all in the bed?" I look at him, like he just asked the dumbest question. "I guess not, I'll go to CVS right now. I'll be back in a little bit." He kisses my lips, pulling away to walk out the door.

This boy will either make me go grey early, kill me due to stress, deep penetration... or beating me to death.

I'm on my period... finally. You ask why I haven't had it since I've been taken by Jason. To answer your questions, it's because I have irregular periods. Which I dislike strongly. If I was at home, I would be able to take my medication for it. Since I'm not, I have to wait and see when it will come. This afternoon was definitely a surprise. I wen't to the bathroom and whoosh, I had lava coming out of me. I had to use toilet paper... considering there's no women products in this house. I'm so dumb not to have remembered to get pads when I was out shopping with Cal and Jason. I guess it's a good idea I forgot. I would had died if they tried to "help" me choose pad brands.

I get more comfortable on the bed, just wanting my cramps to leave my body. When I get my periods they're always so painful. I groan, pulling the soft black blanket over my body. Just trying to concentrate on my breathing. These cramps are killer, and they're making me breathe heavy. I get up from the bed, turning around making sure I didn't have an accident. I would be so very embarrassed, if Jason saw blood stains in his bed. I clutch my stomach, going inside the bathroom. I make sure to lock the door, taking a seat on the toilet.

"Ahh Jason hurry up." I croak, not yet moving from my spot.

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Jason's POV

"What about this one, here? Do you think this pack is good for her?" I embarrassedly, asked Ryan and Moe. They shrug, showing me some other packs. "Shit, I guess I'll just go for the most expensive one, then." I grab the most expensive box of Playtex Pads, throwing it into our carrier.

Us three walk up the aisle, looking around our surroundings. I stop and back track, when I see the Family Planning section. I grab the biggest pack of Trojan condoms, and a few pregnancy test. I have to plan early right? I continued to walk up to the front of the store. Moe, Ryan, and I, probably look weird wearing shades, hats, and  beanies in the store. Luckily it's cold out, and the December weather doesn't make us look too suspicious. Paying for the items was good. No problems made, just buying my items and going on my way.

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"Moe you sure her favorite candy is Twix? She used to eat Snickers all the time when I was watching her." I question, slightly turning around in my driver's seat. Speaking to a high Moe, munching on some chips. "Yeah man, she loves Twix. I should know, I heard her say it before." He replies with his eyes half open.

We may or may not have gotten high. I don't even know how long we were in a vacant parking lot, smoking for. I do know that we all have the fucking munchies. Shit, I needed that weed. I needed it a lot. The stress is really real... especially when you're in a gang.

"Fuck bro, I think I saw a dog flying." Ryan laughs, looking out his passenger side window. "For real, where?" I chuckle, eating my sour Skittles. "I don't know." He laughs again, clutching his stomach. I have no idea why, but I'm laughing at his stupidity.

We pull into the driveway in no time. Clicking the garage open, I park in the open parking space, opening up my door to step out. I closed it back, making sure to lock it. I went inside the house, with Moe and Ryan following behind. We walk in and see women everywhere.

Oh no! Jason think smart today.

Oh yes.

What even is this?

"Finally you three show up, we got lots of sexy, slutty company over." Alex slurs, hugging a shirtless woman by his side. "Yeah, we had to hit a blunt for a couple of minutes. What are all these hoes doing here?" I, still high as a kite, questions him. "What? A couple of minutes. You were gone for over three hours." He slurs once again, laughing loudly. Malarie!

I snap out of my highness, quickly running down the hallway to my room. I open the door, to see a balled up Malarie crying her eyes out in Cal's chest. Damn it, I'm getting replaced by Cal.

"Shit, baby I'm here. Look I got your Midol, pads, and chocolate." I sit the bag by her. She looks up through tear filled eyes, murderously angry. Ooh I'm in trouble. "B-baby did you hear me? Cal get the hell out." He nods his head, leaving my room. I sit down on the bed next to her, with her giving me an eye roll, snatching the CVS bag.

"Mal-" I start to talk, taking off my shades and hoodie. "Leave me alone and get out!" She shoves me away from her.

"What did I do?! And if you didn't notice, this is my damn room." I state matter-of-factly, kicking off my black Vans. "Fine, I'll leave." She sneers, getting up to walk away. I block her, pulling her to me.

"You're not going any damn where." Squeezing her shoulders tightly, she gets out of my grip. "Stop being so possessive, geez! I'm going to the bathroom to put on a pad, or do you want to come in with me?" She scoffs, walking into the bathroom.

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Malarie's POV

Freaking asshole made me wait three freaking hours. Three hours of constant bleeding, and killer cramps. I'm so disappointed in him. He smells like marijuana, too. I guess he's back doing his stupid drugs again. I wouldn't be surprised if has drinking as well. I hear a knock on the door, I didn't answer him. So he decided to knock vividly, rattling the door knob.

"Open up the fucking door Malarie. I swear if you're trying to leave this house." I glare at the door, even though he couldn't see me.

Finishing up my business, I flush the toilet, heading over to the sink. Jason is still banging on the door like a maniac. I unlock the door, letting him in. He closes the lid of the toilet, taking a seat. I open my Midol, popping one in my mouth, then turning on the faucet to get a drink of water.

"Can you please talk to me? It's really killing me." I shrug, walking back into the room.

I sit on the edge of the bed, having Jason follow me like a lost puppy. I roll over to Jason's side of the bed, reaching into his drawer and pulling out his three full medicine bottles. I hand him the bottles, hoping he got the memo. He groan, setting the pills down on the bed.

"Don't take them, then. Stay mentally ill, and make yourself possibly worse than before." I toss the pill bottles on the bed, done with his childish behavior. "Ugh fine, I'll take them. But only for you." He grabs them, popping them into his mouth. I inwardly smile.

"Don't take them for me, take them for you," I poke his chest. "Jason why are there so many people downstairs?" I cock my head to the side.

"Alex dumb ass invited a whole bunch of sluts. I guess it's an orgy about to go down." He shrug, taking off his shirt. Those muscles. "You aren't going to join?" I fake a gasp, giggling a little. He shakes his head no.

"I don't need to have quick sex, when I can have long dirty love making with you." He kisses both of my cheeks passionately. I frown, rubbing my temples. "Why can't I stay mad at you? I forgive you in an instant. I mean I really do try to give you the silent treatment, but it never works." A kiss I planted on my lips.

"It's because you are a nice person. Sometimes I wonder why you put up with me... then I realize I make you put up with me." He arrogantly smirks at me. "You have quite the ego there. Thank you... for the compliment. That means a lot to me." I hug him, snuggling my body up against his.

"You're welcome, You'll start your studying with the tutor next week. Only because we have to move to the other house." He yawns. "Yeah? That's great, I can't thank you enough. You didn't have to get me a tutor, but you did." He twirls a piece of my hair in between his fingers.

"Well I can't have you being bored again. All that singing you were doing tod- hey, I almost forgot! Don't ever again interrupt me in a meeting, do you understand? You also forgot to give me my cookies." He pouts, grasping my chin. "Oh no, I totally did forget to give you some. I'm sorry, I'll make you a cake instead." I giggle, giving him a kiss on his chin. I could feel little hairs there.

"Jason?" I whisper his name as sweetly as I can. "Hmm?" He hums, with his eyes closed, just holding me in his arms.

"Since its December... you know Christmas time. Can we get a Christmas tree? I mean y-you don't have to ge-" His reddened high eyes stops me from talking. "I'll get us a Christmas tree baby." He opens his eyes fully, looking down at me. I blush, hiding my face in his chest.

"I'll get it later on today." I pull my head away from his chest. Searching his eyes for falsity, though he didn't have any. He's telling the truth. "Can you cuddle me, so we can take a nap please?" He gives me a hopeful glint in his eyes. "Oh alright." I get more comfortable into the bed, pulling the covers over us.

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"You give me butterflies, you make me feel like I can fly." I sing, while I mix the cake ingredients.

I decided I would make Jason a cake, since I totally forgot to give him some cookies earlier. He was still sleeping peacefully when I came down here about thirty minutes ago. I didn't want to wake him, he's so grouchy when his sleep is disrupted. The rest of the guys are either with an un-classy harlot in some room. Or in the game room drinking beer... with a girl right by their side. So I actually have the kitchen to myself.

Just the way I like it. I don't really like when they want to sample food I'm preparing.

I finish stirring all the mixtures together, grabbing three backing pans. I pour the chocolate cake batter into them, opening the already heated oven, placing the cake pans inside. I went along and set the timer for thirty minutes. Jason will like my three layer double chocolate cake! My grandmother on my dad's side taught me how to make it. It's so good, I'm so happy the guys went grocery shopping the other day.

I decide I would have a snack. I go into Jason's special cabinet, taking out his chewy chocolate chip cookies. I make my way over to the freezer, and got his Cookies N' Cream ice cream. I'm not pregnant... although I crave lots of chocolate on my period. I already ate my Twix and Snicker, while Jason slept on me in the bed. I even got a few crumbs in his hair, but I got them out.

I think all this chocolate, will come back and bite me in the butt. Literally it will come out later.

I open the package of cookies and scooped me out some ice cream in a bowl. I ate the delicious sweets greedily, enjoying the taste they both made combined together. I take a bite of my cookie, putting some ice cream in my mouth. Yummy!

"Mhm there's a party in my tummy." I wiggle my butt in my seat. "There's someone eating my food." Jason rasps behind me, as well as laughing adorably.

He woke up on the right side of the bed! Thank you nap. I quickly turned around, swallowing the food still in my mouth.

"I-I'm sorry. I was just wanted some sweet stuff. It's my- you know making me like this." I rambled on, hoping he wouldn't get mad at me.

Everyone knows that his special cabinet is meant for only him. He walks over to me smirking. He grabbed my hands, gently standing me up in front of him.

"It's okay baby. If you're eating all this as a non-pregnant woman. Just imagine you when you are really pregnant." He kisses my cheek, taking a seat in my chair. He pulls me on his lap, only making me immediately get up.

"No Jason I don't want to sit on you, you might feel the pad or something." I whisper yell, looking around to see if anyone was around. "Come on sexy, as long as you don't bleed on me... I don't mind you sitting on my lap." He rubs my thighs.

"No." I whine shaking my head. He didn't care, he pulls me on his lap anyway. I could feel his hardened member. How does he even get hard so fast? "Now, is this little set up you got here any good?" He points to the ice cream and cookies. I nod happily.

I scoop some ice cream onto the spoon, placing it in his mouth. Then putting a cookie inside his mouth as well. He moans loudly, bobbing his head in satisfaction.

"This is good my dirty girl." He licks my bottom lip. "Ew don't call me that." I eat another cookie. He wrap his hands around my waist, nestling his head in the side of my neck. "Why not, you're a dirty girl." I continue to eat some ice cream, ignoring him pinching my nipples through my shirt.

"No I'm not." I stubbornly cross my arms over my chest. He laughs at me obnoxiously. "Yeah, sure you're not babe. Miss 'don't you dare stop. Oh my God Jason, please don't stop'." He teases in a horrible woman's voice. My cheeks heat up, and I'm almost certain they are a dark crimson color.

"Stop that. You act like you weren't moaning as well." I smack his nice thighs, that look sexy in his basketball shorts. "I was moaning.... I was moaning so damn loud for you." He snickers, eating some more ice cream.

"Yeah, yeah you hormonal man." I feed him another cookie, catching the crumbs he's dropping out his mouth. "I very much am. Sweet ass, let's take a picture together. And don't say you are ugly again... because you are most certainly not." He grins wickedly at me.

He pulls his phone out, taking several selfies of us. Some goofy, kissing, serious, ugly, and weird ones. A variety of pictures with me and my Jase Jase.

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Jason's POV

"Do you want this tree?" I point to a short fat one. "No, it's smaller than me, I want a really big Christmas tree." Malarie giggles, pulling my hands towards the other Christmas trees.

"How about this one," I point to a huge one. "I mean it would look really good in the new house." I shrug, looking at the dark green tree.

"I love this one! But do you like it, I don't want to get something you don't like." She worriedly looks up to me. I couldn't help the smile playing on my lips. "Princess Apple worm, I love it. Do you like it?" I fix her beanie on her head.

"I love it Jase Jase." She puckers her lips, and I gladly give her a desirous smooch. "We'll take this one here." I call out to a worker. He nods his head, helping us pin it to my Range Rover.

"That will be thirty seven dollars and forty eight cents." I pull out my wallet, handing over a fifty dollar bill. "Thank you sir, would you like to donate a couple of bucks to the orphanage on West Street?" I look at the man, smiling down at a curious looking Malarie. I went into my wallet again, and handed over two hundred bucks.

"Wow thanks, kind sir." I smile even more. "God bless the children, have a nice holiday." I say, taking Malarie's hand and walking over to the car. I opened her door, waiting for her to climb in. Short ass.

I got into my side, buckling up my seat belt. Then turning the ignition on, backing out the parking lot. Mal grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers together. She even kissed my hand, looking at me adoringly.

"I'm proud of you." She whispers to me. I lean over, kissing her cold lips, before driving back home.

I'm proud of me too. I would had never in a million years donated any money to nobody. It's funny how I want kids, and that was my first time ever doing something nice for children. I mean I've killed children before. But I haven't donated to an orphanage. It's a first time for everything.

We continued to drive back home, just humming to some Christmas tune. What? I know other music instead of Rap or trap music.

"You seem to amaze me every time you do something nice. Please start taking your medicines regularly now." Malarie says, looking at me. "I will beautiful." I smile at her, kissing her hand. Resuming the drive back to our home.

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