Malarie's POV

"I know, I miss you too. Please don't cry mom... I can't stand it when you do. Yes I am being fed, no one is hurting me. Mommy, you know I can't do that. Okay, I will, I will... I love you too. Good night, send everyone my love. Kiss baby Albert for me." I hang up Jason's cellphone, sitting it down on the bed.

He let me call my mom today, while he he took a shower. I was so grateful he let me call her, even though I've been really mean to him these couple of days. I'm still on my period- the fourth day to be exact. I usually go four days, but since I'm irregular it could change up on me. Jason keeps asking me why I'm not dead yet, since I'm bleeding nonstop. He's so silly.

Speaking to my mother was not only hard for her, but it was hard for me as well. She kept begging, and pleading with me to give up my location. I had to refuse, just telling her she could possibly get hurt and or killed. Every now and then talking to her, I would hear the shower turn off. Indicating Jason was eavesdropping on my conversation. I had thrown a water bottle at the wall, and the shower instantly turned back on. The water turned off a total of seventeen times. Can you say over dramatic?

Right now I am in the library room, while all the guys are getting ready for some mission. Alex had told me earlier, that their job wasn't too far from here. I only just realized I'm finally going to be alone. Though in reality I wouldn't actually be alone. Jason has alarm systems and cameras all throughout this place. Even if wanted to go outside for some fresh air, the alarm would sound, sending a message to his phone. I'm not sure if that's true or not, but it's what he warned me. As for the cameras, they will catch me in the act of "leaving". I'm not going to be dumb and find out, or test any theories. I just hope they're not in the bathrooms. Knowing him, they probably are.

I decide to go into the kitchen to get me a snack. It's a little after eleven at night. They all like doing missions early in the morning, or late at night. I walk inside the kitchen, seeing Cal, Za, Ryan, and Damian talking. I wave a small wave, opening the refrigerator to pull out a pumpkin pie Jason and I made earlier today. He made two, and I made three, as well us making one together.

I cut myself a nice size piece, placing it on my plate. Grabbing myself a water bottle, I take a seat at the small table. I begin to eat my pie, not really listening to the guy's discussion. I hear a throat clear; not really thinking nothing of it, I keep eating my food. I hear it again, making me look up to see all four dudes looking at me.

"Someone cleared their throat, two loud times." I giggle, looking at the four men in front of me. "Yes I did. You didn't cut us any pie." Za pouts, looking at me with his chocolate brown eyes. I shake my head laughing lightly.

"You all were in here before me, why didn't you cut your own pieces?" Taking a sip of my water, I wait for their answers. "We didn't know if it was Jason's pie or not. It was on his side of the fridge." Ryan speaks annoyed, as I nod in understanding.

"It's not his, they're for all of us. You can have some. All of you can." I explain, pointing to the stainless steel refrigerator.

They all quickly scramble over to the fridge, cutting themselves pieces of the pumpkin pie. That meanie probably put the pies on his side of the fridge, just so no one could eat them. And he says he wants kids... he can't even share. Children want every single thing. I throw my head back in laughter, looking at the guys frantically eating their pieces of pie.

"You guys really like pie, huh?" They nod their heads up in down, still eating like pigs. Aw, four little piggies, eating their piggies snack.

Soon after, Malcolm, Chris, Jacob, and, Moe come inside the kitchen. Looking all wide eyed and confused, they pout sadly.

"It's not Jason's pies, you guys can have some too." I gesture to the still opened fridge. They too, hurriedly grab plates a d knives to cut theirselves pieces of the other pies.

They all take their seats at the table, talking amongst each other. I still feel pretty intimidated by all of them, but Cal promised to protect me. I stick to his word, sitting by his side the whole entire time eating.

"This is bomb as fuck, damn girl. Isn't it good cousin?" Moe comments, asking Za. I know, I just found out they are cousins, too. "Thanks Moe-Money." I give Moe a high five, as he smiles at his nickname I gave him a few days ago.

"Hell yeah it's good Moe Moe, Malarie  knows how to cook some bomb ass desserts- just food in general. You said your adopted mom taught you how to cook?" Za speaks with a mouth full of his pie. "Mhm my mom- adopted mom is African American, so I know how to make lots of good food!" The guys hoop and holler, asking me to make certain dishes for them.

"Hey, what the hell! That's my pies, you all are eating! It was on my side of the refrigerator. Who in the fuck gave you all permission?" They all, but Cal point to me. Snitches! "Why did you give them my pies!?" He growls, frowning like a little boy.

"You all know snitches get stitches, right?" I point my fork to the guys. "And Jason you ate your pies already. You made two, helped me make one, and I made three by myself." I state matter-of-factly.

"No! They were all mine, Malarie! You know they were." He grumbles, placing his arms over his chest. And he calls me childish. "Oh Jason stop it, you ate your two. I shared my three with the guys. If you want to eat the last one all by yourself, so be it. Even though we made it together." I shrug, opening my water to take another sip.

He scoffs overly dramatically, walking to the snack cabinet, pulling out a Pepsi soda can. He cracks it open, taking a long swig. His throat moves in a steady pace, as he gulps down the drink. Sheesh, even he makes drinking soda look sexy as hell. There's a awkward silence between the everyone in the room. Only forks clattering against plates, and a irritated Jason tapping his soda can. All while he leans up against the counter. The silence had to get interrupted by my dear friend Cal. Note the sarcasm.

"So um... Jason are you going to eat that last pie, or what?" I hear a growl come from Jason's mouth, before he throws his can at Cal's head. Not too hard, but it did bounce off his head onto the floor. "Ow Jason, that wasn't funny." Cal yells, rubbing his forehead. I shoot Jason an angry glare, causing him to shrug, smirking.

"You are so mean, you know that?" I get up, getting a few ice cubes for Cal. I hand him my makeshift ice pack I  quickly make for him." Thank you Mallie Pallie." He places the paper towel wrapped in ice cubes on his head.

"You're welcome, are you okay?" I ask very concerned. "Yeah, it just hurts a little. But I'm all good, don't worry Mal." I nods, smiling at him.

"Man I swear, you two are best friend goals." Jacob coos adorably, which makes me smile, poking Cal with my elbow. "Thank yo-" Cal goes to thank Jacob, but a prolonged sigh interrupts him.

"Are you assholes, ready? We have a very important mission to attend to, tonight." Jason rudely burps disgustingly. "Yeah." The gang all reply, getting up from their seats.

They all scramble out the kitchen to retrieve their things needed for tonight. I glance at the table, realizing they left all their dishes for me to clean... yet again. I clean this house more than they do. I cook, clean, even wash their stupid laundry. Yes! I wash their clothes. They're so lazy to do their laundry, it's to the point where the clothes pile up so much, they go out and buy more. Just so they can have clean clothes for the day.

"We're about to leave... so yeah, don't leave the house." Jason turns around, about to walk out the kitchen. I grab ahold of his arm, tugging him back to me. "What Malarie, I got to go." He tries breaking free of my grip.

"So you're going to be rude, and not say bye to me?" I raise a questioning eyebrow, still holding on to his arm firmly. "Nah, I just got to go." He shrugs, looking down at his feet. He's down. I wonder why?

"What's wrong?" Concern evident in my voice, he gazes into my eyes quite  sadly. "I don't know, I just feel like... I'm being replaced or something." He says sadly.

I pull him into me roughly, taking his face into my hands. I kiss his lips  indelicately, making sure to show him he's being super silly.

"You. Aren't. Being. Replaced." I tell him, in between each kiss. "Mmm, your lips feel so good up against mine. It's like your lips won't let me go." He mumbles against my fuzzy feeling lips.

"So do yours babe. I don't want you ever to think I'm replacing you, and my lips don't want to let you go. So you better hold on tight." I flirt, staring directly into his beautiful eyes. He blushes like a small child.

"Alright, I won't think like that again. Can we make more sweeties when I come back tomorrow? And fuck yeah I'll hold on tight." He looks up through his eyelashes. Damn boy, stop that. I can't breathe.

"We sure can. You with these adorable cheeks." I coo, standing up on my tippy toes. Squeezing his chubby cheeks. "Stop it woman." He whines, kissing my lips.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Jason we have to go." Ryan leans against the wall, giving us hi pained look.

Jason goes back to his bad ass, strong demeanor. Nodding his head up and down to Ryan, he gesture for him to leave.

"Why do you do that?" I sigh in a defeated manner. "Uh, do what my sexy Q-tip?" He looks down at me confused.

"Like, put up that bad boy ego with your friends. Then act like a soft little feather with me." I chew on my bottom lip, trying to figure out why he does that.

"You are the only one, and I mean only one who ever sees me like that. I have a name to stick to." He shrugs uncaringly, pecking my lips. "I have to go, but don't leave this house. The alarms will sound, and I'll be very pissed if I have to go out and look for you again. You know what I will do. I won't have a lot of energy but you will be in serious trouble." He speaks every one of his words strictly. I gulp, nodding my head in agreement.

"Nuh uh, not that nodding shit! I need to hear you say the words, Malarie. I'm not playing." He utters dangerously low. One word: possessive. "Yes Jason, I understand. I will not leave the house." I rub my sweaty palms against my pajama pants.

"Good girl. Do you know what I will do? Tell me, what I'll do." He quizzically searches my eyes, waiting for me to give him an answer. "You'll hurt me, and my family really bad." I contain my emotions as best as I can.

"Clarify how, Princess." He smirks gloomily at me. I begin to shake in my skin. He frightens me when he gets all threatening like this. I gulp loudly, trying to get the words to come out before me smacks me. "Y-you'll beat m-me, s-starve me, and k-kill my f-family." I stutter uncontrollably. He looks down at me with an intense gaze. He soon starts to clap his hands proudly.

"Very good girl. But you forgot, I will fuck that tight little pussy with little to no remorse. You won't get any breaks, just nonstop fucking. Hard at that." He smiles widely, kissing my trembling lips. "I know you want disobey me again. So I don't have anything to worry about, right Malarie?" He grasps my chin, pecking my lips.

"N-no you don't." I assure him. "Okay then, I'm trusting you. Everybody let's head out!" He shouts at the top of his lungs.

Jason and I go to the front door, where everyone is waiting for him. He kisses my lips one last time, before giving me stern eyes again. I promised I wouldn't leave, I do not want to get molested again. The gang all say goodbye to me, giving me hugs and kisses on the cheek. Jason set the alarms and closed the door.

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After the gang had left, I cleaned up the whole kitchen. Seeing as I always do. If I don't clean it, nobody will. That alone took about a good hour or so. Not too bad. After I was all done, I decided to watch a couple of movies on Netflix. That didn't last long. I found myself dosing off, once I put on the first movie. Me cuddling myself up on the couch, with a blanket... just did the job.

"I am tired." I yawn. "Hmm that's why, it's 1:16 in the morning. I'm going to bed." I keep looking at the clock, finally snapping out of my daze, and going up to bed.

I make it to the room, instantly shivering. It's freezing cold in here. Jason always keeps the air conditioner on throughout the house. Especially in our room. He says he gets hot, but I think he just likes me cuddling up to him. I must have not felt it, being wrapped up in my blanket. I get into the huge bed, getting in a comfortable position. I pull the blanket up to my neck, closing my eyes.

"God bless you Jason, I hope you all stay safe. Protect them Jesus." I pray, a bit worried, but I knew they were going to be fine. Even though, what they're doing is sinful. "Please forgive me of all my sins lord, I didn't mean to like this man... it just happened. I have been reading your word every night, just trying to keep my relationship with you strong. And... forgive all of the guys too. In the name of Jesus I pray, amen." I close my eyes. Placing a single kiss on Jason's pillow. Not too long after, I dose off into a deep sleep.

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Jason's POV

You four set the small bombs in the back of the house. We four here, will set the big ones in the front of this ugly ass house." I whisper, speaking to Chris, Moe, Damian, and Malcom. While we all pile out the car, leaving Alex and Jacob to keep watch.

It's always been like this, it's either Alex is keeping watch, or I'm keeping watch. We don't want to go in battle together, if we don't need too. At times we need each other, but since we have eight other guys, there's no need to worry... too much. It's a brother thing.

We finally made it to the Peligros small hide out here in the Northern part of Vegas. We decided to fuck them over, the way they did us. We couldn't take their main warehouse down in Atlanta, just yet. But at the time being, this piece of shit will do. Myself, Ryan, Za, and Cal, all walk to our designated places to set up the bombs we would be placing around the area.

"Jason? Cal and I, are going to go collect some of our stuff." Ryan whispers to me. I nod my head, placing a bomb in the dirt. "Can you hand me that screwdriver?" I ask Za, still tweaking some things on this deadly weapon in the dirt.

"Hell yeah my man, here you go bruh." He nicely hands me the screwdriver. I mumble a 'thank you', continuing what I'm doing. "So... Malarie-" He starts, dragging her name out.

"You're not fucking her man." I spat, turning all my attention to his dumb ass face. "Whoa, what the shit. Man I don't want to dick your girl down. I just wanted to ask how you two are doing lately." He holds his hands up in defense.

"Damn, I'm stupid as fuck." I chuckle, face palming myself twice. "Uh yeah, we're doing pretty good, thanks for asking bro." I hold my glove covered hand out, waiting for him to give me slap on it. He returns the favor, giving me a bro handshake.

"So you love her or nah?" I smile at the word 'love'.

It such a nice word. So passionate, with so much meaning to it. She never tells me she loves me, and it makes me sad. But why would she ever tell me that? Hell, I'm lucky she even likes me.

"Yeah, I love her. Although I still don't know if it's really love, you know?" We resume, placing down the two big bombs. "I can tell, she makes you hell of happy bruh. Just take it a little at a time." He slaps me on the back.

"I'll try. I swear that girl means everything to me. I just want to make her happy. I want to her to like me, I want her to love me. I just want us to be happy." I rant on and on. Za is surprisingly still listening to me. Just nodding his head, agreeing with me.

After my little rant, we go on and finish on our bombs. Constantly talking about other things. Still waiting for Ryan and Cal to get out the warehouse with our shit. I shoot a quick text to Malcolm, just asking if they were good.

Jason: Aye y'all set the smaller bombs up front yet?

Malcolm: Yeah buddy... this shit is going to be cray. Yours done? o_O

Jason: FUCK yeah! You know I don't play, when it comes to what I love to do.

Malcolm: Like moan your girls name like a bitch? Haha

Jason: Man fuck you... -___-

Malcolm: Nah I'm just kidding, but you were screaming her name like a pussy. But yeah we waiting for Butler and Hood.

Jason: Alright I'll let you know. You are a fuck boy for that one.

I lock my phone, stuffing it back in my pocket. Did I ever mention I got a new phone? No? Well I did, my stupid little baby admitted to destroying my other one. Well her father did... out of rage. But yes, your boy got that new iPhone. It's nice as hell.

"Yo! We ready! Just let us take all this to the car." Ryan whisper yells, heading over to the car. Cal closely follows behind him, squealing loudly, and skipping.

What the fuck? Okay, I seriously need to ask him a few questions. No, that would be rude... I'll ask Malarie, since that's like her best friend.

"Hey Cal, cut that shit out man!" I whisper sternly. "We don't have time to be all giddy giddy and shit, we have a damn job to do." He turns around, looking like I just took his cookies or something.

With a few more times going back into the warehouse, to get our money, weapons, drugs, and other things. We were finally ready to set my precious bombs. That I and Za, so proudly made.

"We're ready now man, let's blow this mother to pieces." Ryan smirks bad ass like, rubbing his hands together mischievously. "You damn right bro." I give him a man handshake.

I also give Alex and Jacob their queue. Better known as a wave, to drive to the hiding spot. Which is located ways away from the scene. I send the others all a message in a group text. Just letting them know, that we are about to start the count down.

Jason: We will set our watches for five minutes. That will give us enough time, to get away for cover.

Ryan: Got it.

Alex: Alright. Y'all better run your asses fast. The warehouse and the car's distance is quite a run.

Jason: Yeah we know, that's exactly why you are going to meet us in three minutes after the timers have been set.

Cal: So we set the clocks and bombs now?!!! :) :) :)

Za: NO MUTHAFUCKKA! YOU WANT US ALL TO DIE???

Malcolm: Cal, my special friend Cal... don't turn NOTHING on.

Cal: Ohhhhh okay got it. :D ;) <3

Moe: WTFFFF man...?? I got it Jason :/

Damian: ... Yeah, same here bruh.

Chris: Um yeah me too... Cal u need help.

Jason: Cal you asshole >:( stop with all those girly emojis!!

We get into our designated places, me throwing glares at Cal the whole time. After Malarie said I had 'gay sex', I've been a little weirded out by it. I'm not saying I dislike gay people... I'm just saying, it's a bit different for me. With Cal being all flamboyant and shit. I really need to ask him if he's like bisexual, gay, or whatever. Wether he's like that or not, he's still going to stay in the gang. Why would I ever get rid of an extraordinary knife handler? He can throw a knife at you, and you wouldn't even see it coming. He's fast as hell. The guy even knows how to kill you, just by touching random place on your body.

I send one last text to everyone, anxious of the outcome!

Jason: Start them now!!!

The timers on the bombs instantly, start counting down from five minutes. We all take our guns, shooting the Peligros warehouse all up. We take off running, for the awaiting car that is supposed to be coming for us in about three minutes. But do us Panthers always get what we want? No. Some of the members of Peligros gang shows up, seeing us. They start shooting at us, hell we start shooting too.

"You assholes shot up or place! You will feel death!" One of the four yells. Four of them... eight of us. Hmm, let this battle begin. "Put your damn guns down, before I put bullets in all your faces." I shout, cocking my gun again. Aiming it, at all four of the little men.

"Jason man we have to go." Ryan whispers, trying to pull my arm from the house. I shrug his hand off of me roughly.

I glance at my gold watch... three minutes. My brother and Jacob should be coming to get us now. I hear a gun go off, and blood curling scream. I turn around seeing Cal clutching his arm.

"SHIT!" I didn't care, I aimed my gun, along with Ryan, Moe, and Chris. We shot their asses, only to have more men drive up in a black SUV. "Jason! Man fuck it, this place is going to blow in two minutes man." Damian shouts in rage, handing a passed out Cal to Ryan.

Damn we can't never get a break.

"We don't run away." I scream, looking at them as if the were crazy! "Well, we fucking run away when we have a place rigged. With big ass bombs, if you didn't remember!" Ryan scoffs, yelling and pulling on my black shirt.

As this point the other gang is shooting at us. We were shooting back, but backing away as we did it.

"Shit Ross, I ran out of ammo." One of them say. They go into their warehouse, leaving us there alone. We take that as our opportunity to run.

Who fucking leaves a battle, with a another gang? Especially in front of your own damn house! Clearly not professional criminals. We have a minute remaining, and our car was parked far away. It's about a four minute run. With Cal's dead weight on my and Ryan's shoulder would not be too great. We take the risk and run like bats out of hell.

"Ross hurry they're leaving." Another dude yells out. I drop Cal's body on the ground, shooting the man in his chest four times. "Come on, lets go." Za gets my undivided attention, as jog pass a struggling Ryan, and a still passed out ass, Cal. "What the hell Jason, you better help me out." I roll my eyes, grabbing Cal's other arm.

I checked my watch and shit we have  thirty seconds left. We quicken our pace, just hoping to get far away from their house. I felt my phone buzzing, I'm guessing it was Alex or Jacob. I can't answer it, there isn't no more time. Twenty seconds remaining.

"Come on y'all, hurry up!" Moe shouts in hysterics, running ahead of, me, Ryan, and Cal. "We're trying here... we got dead weight." I growl, punching Cal in the stomach. He wakes up!

Why didn't I think of that before?

"OW!! Ow, ow. Who hit me?" He asks, jumping out our arms. "Look Cal, no time for this discussion, we have fifteen seconds man." He looks at me wide eyed, busting ass running.

"Well shit." Ryan and I say in unison. We take off running, running for our lives. I have something to live for now. We are quickly, loosing time, and we're not even close to the car.

Ten... nine... eight... "Shit, Jason." Cal screams, in a very high pitched tone. I ignore him, still running myself.

Seven... six... I can see the car in the distance, I also can hear my brother yelling like a maniac. Five...

"OH MY GOD!!" Cal keeps screaming like a teenage girl at her idols concert.

Four... Almost there, a little closer now. Three... two... Times is up! One...

BOOM!!!!!

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- HELLO!!! Sorry it took me so long to update Chapter 23!

- Cal is like seriously so adorable! He his friend goals af! Right?

- Alexis - :)