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Young Gods ( Cyrano x Daleeria)

"I'll appreciate the new ink once I'm done appreciating the pussy," Scarlet was a woman of priorities and right now her number one included a thumb on Jaide's clit, her tongue as deep as she could manage and her other hand reaching up to pinch and flick one of those sensitive nipples she loved so much. Giving Jaide the full treatment and loving how those surprisingly strong thighs really gripped her head as she worked. Of all the pussies she had eaten in the last year and a half none of them had even tasted half as sweet as this one did. Yeah, the taste had changed over time but it was still nectar of the gods to the red haired porn star.

"Fucking cum for me Jaide," Scar demanded in a much stronger dom voice than what she had developed the last time Jaide had seen her. It was clear Scar had played a step up from power bottom for a few bitches that were at the bottom of the food chain when it came to being fucked by two thirds of the infamous Trio. Now her hands left their toys and grabbed those thighs, hiking them up in the air and spreading them with some force as she buried her face as deep in that pussy as she could after a quick breath for air. She wasn't coming up until she had Jaide screaming and writhing underneath her.


"So that makes you sort of my boss too, doesn't it?" Monae seemed to relax a little bit more with that explanation. It made perfect sense to her for a structure like this to have multiple partners, and for his woman to be in charge of what she was then. Though the home check up was a little unusual, she felt, she wasn't going to complain about attractive company and she was fairly sure he was more than just 'checking in on his girls'. She really wouldn't have been surprised if Scarlet had truly sent him over to convince Monae to try white dick. "Well I'm settling in nicely-" her eyes fell on everything he set on the kitchen counter as she set her yoga mat in the corner of the room next to one of those huge exercise balls by the TV.

Slowly, she came back over to him. "Would you like a beer, boss?" she tilted her head up at him as she came within inches of him, still smelling lightly of sweat from her previous workout right before he walked in mixed in with coconut oil in her hair and a tropical bodywash that was faint under the circumstances. "Sorry you caught me after my work out, Scarlet mentioned you might stop by at some point but she never told me when otherwise I'd be showered and dressed decently. You look like you're ready for a party?"
 
Scarlet's love was a force of nature something that could not be slowed, stopped, or resisted. From the moment she set her designs on Jaide's body the end result had been inevitable. On top of the advantages she already had over knowing intimately every curve of Jaide's body and ever fold of her sex, Jaide had been effectively celibate for longer than she had ever been since first losing her virginity, which left her a pyre waiting for a spark introduced to the blow torch that was Scarlet Lawrence. Scarlet knew just how to tweak and tease her sensitive, pierced nipples to bring her right to the edge before adding the worship of her tongue as well. Still Jaide had fought for as long as she could to hold back her screams, combatting her willpower against Scarlet's own. It was a foolish fight that Jaide was bound to lose.

She was able to hold out for her first orgasm, biting her lip so hard she thought it would breath as her thighs clamped down on her red locks. She twisted and turned while digging her nails into the head board but she did not scream or cry out for more than a long sustained moan. When that level of satisfaction did not satisfy her lover, and when Scarlet showed the backbone she had grown since Jaide had left, the brunette's resolve broke, shattering into a million pieces as Scarlet forced her to her second and then third orgasm in a matter of minutes, until Jaide's toes were throwing up gang signs, her whole body was in a tug of war with Scarlet to try and pull herself off of Scarlet's tongue and she was screaming herself hoarse trying to beg Scarlet for mercy.

"Oh geeze! Oh God! DAMN! Scarlet I came you can stop!" She hollered while obviously enjoying herself, feeling the edge of a fourth orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Yeah I suppose it does." Jax answered her question about him being her boss. The way he figured it there were four ways that this meeting to go in order to get what he thought Scar wanted out of it. The bluntest option, the option that he doubted anyone really wanted to go with, was that he just take her and make her enjoy it. He certainly had the strength and body to do so, but he doubted that outcome would be for the best. The next option was to pull the, I'm your boss and I can get you a lot of creative freedoms and gigs you'd like if you'd just show me a good time. If that option worked than fine he could go with it. The third option was the one he was leaning towards. Presented with a couple thousand dolalrs worth of drugs and cash Monae was gonna get the hint. Fourth, the option that he thought was the most fun was he would just be himself and her panties would drop right on schedule.

"I would love a beer babe." Jax said to her, his tongue flicking out onto his panty-dropper grin for a second as he watched her do what girls in the Life quickly learned was their second most important job. At least, if they were on the level that Monae was at. Kate and Scarlet and all those types could have their deep conversations about massaging souls as well as cocks and all of that on their own time. "And don't worry, I'm used to girls getting all hot and sweaty around me." He teased her, seeing how she responded to his flirting before both of their eyes went to the trove on the counter.

"Oh this, I guess you can just think of it as a house warming present. A way to make sure you land alright and get yourself set up real well. I like to look after my investments so they look after me." The way he said it made it sound as innocent as a gang leader dropping off $200 of weed, a $1000 of blow, and some extra cash on top possibly could sound; all while having that look on his face that promised he'd be doing lines off of her ass and she'd be doing lines off his dick before he left here today.
 
Any other woman may have stopped once her partner was begging for her to stop... A normal woman would have slowed up, broke off, cleaned up and maybe joined Jaide for some cuddles...

Scarlet was no normal bitch and was going for broke, so instead of listening she pulled her mouth off that delicious pussy, launched herself up Jaide's body to latch on to a nipple. Her hand slid between Jaide's legs, middle and index finger hooking into that bundle of nerves she knew would have her screaming even louder and she did a hard finger fuck to her lover. She didn't stop sucking and fucking until the brunette Jewess had eyes rolled back and couldn't even make another sound other than a constant gasp.

"Just because you came never stopped me before..." Scarlet smirked up at Jaide before kissing her passionately, mouth still very much tasted of Jaide's pussy. Her degradation kink had truly blossomed to a point of not caring what was on her breath when she kissed. There was always something when you were a porn star sex goddess. "after all I needed to make sure your cunt remembers who it belongs to..."

Monae couldn't help but giggle at his line about girls getting hot and sweaty around him. She had a feeling she was going to be one of those girls fairly soon. Monae's spiritual beliefs were complicated at best, and irrelevant except for the fact she felt something radiating off of Jax... Something she had felt radiating off of Joan and Scarlet, but far more intense... A deep seeded power that filled the room with every confident breath he took. Monae didn't fuck white guys, but Jax didn't feel like just any guy.

"That's a hell of a housewarming gift!" the tattoo'd twenty-one-year-old got very close to him, standing so their bodies were a mere half inch from one another, sliding the beer into his hand with a flirty smile before taking him by his other hand and leading him over to the couch. "Take a load off and chill. So Scar tell you exactly what I do for you? I'm sure a man like you has more important things that to keep track of so many bitches. I do videos, but I also put sixteen years of ballet to good use on a pole too..."

She left that last innuendo open for Jax to abuse with a dirty little smirk as she walked her perky yoga pant covered ass into the kitchen for a minute, grabbing the weed on the way and reappearing with a fresh blunt a minute later.

On her way back to him she picked up a lighter and the cash, boldly straddling his lap and slipping the blunt into his mouth and handing him the cash. "And I'm more than willing to show you all my talents if you want to shove money in my thong like a baller?"
 
Scarlet's need to give pleasure was nothing new to Jaide, she and Jax had gotten her to do some nasty shit in order to get them off just because she got off on getting other people off. What was new and did surprise her was that when Jaide told her to do something, not being serious enough that if they ahd safewords she would've used one, Scarlet didn't stop and instead did something that Jaide had never seen before. Her body was already feeling raw when those beautiful lips clamped around her nipple and she started to scream again. She lost her grip on the head board and struggled like a drowning woman to grab it and failed, knocking the pillows off of the bed as Scar's fingers hooked into her and fucked her mercilessly.

All words vanished from Jaide's mind as she lost count of her orgasms and she became too exhausted to even writhe in pleasure on Scarlet's fingers, her eyes rolled back as she spasmed pathetically, completely at Scarlet's mercy. Jaide had never felt quite like this when fucking Scar, like Scar was fucking her as opposed to the other way around. Jaide had only felt like this, this submissive and truly fucked, with Jax. It was a lot for her to take in all at once. When Scarlet finally let her have mercy Jaide's whole body collapsed like a puppet with cut strings, absolutely listening with sweat. Her shirt had folded under her already and was pretty much a soaked sweat rag. Jaide only had the strength to softly kiss her love back as the redhead climbed on top of her.

Scarlet had never talked about Jaide's cunt like that, had always been the bottom bitch, and the change made Jaide's skin prickle in such a good way.

"Mmmm, when did you get a dick mommy?" Jaide asked before realizing what she ahd just said. It wasn't like Jaide's mommy and daddy issues weren't well known. A few seconds after the word escaped her mouth Daddy-Jaide woke back up and a hand shot to Jaide's lips. "I never said that." He said pointing at Scar, her cheeks flushed from sex and embarassment.

Jax reached up and ran a hand through her hair, knowing just how touchy black girls could be about their hair, but the look on his face and the confidence he gave off said: 'I own you.' Just daring her to tell him he couldn't touch whatever he wanted. To drive this message home, when she straddled him he set his beer to the side and reached that hand around her back and took a firm grip on her ass- pressing her deep against his crotch. Letting her know exactly what he was packing. He was certainly liking the sound of what he hearing as he chewed on the butt of the joint.

"I know a lot of girls who started out modelling for Phantasies that moved up to videos, and I know girls who went from videos who started taking appearance fees and offering dates because they saw how good the money was." He paused for a second releasing her hair and lighting up his joint, eyeing up that piercing on her lip. "And I know a lot of your coworkers who will do a lot of shameless shit when they figure out just how generous a Regulator can be." He didn't say how generous he could be, but the implication was clear. The gifts currently sitting on her kitchen counter were only the start of what he could give to a girl who gave him whatever he wanted. More than one goomah to Di Capri mafioso's got their appearances at Di Capri parties because they asked Jax to add their names to the list.

Inhaling the joint he exhaled from his nose, blowing the weed right into her face. "Why don't you go shower and slip into something comfortable and I'll be out here nice and comfortable?" He asked her in that way he had of 'asking' for something that was really a command.
 
(Mood Music)

Scarlet nearly came undone at the words that came out of Jaide's mouth, grinding lightly against her and moaning in Jaide's ear. "Of course you never said that, Daddy," she nibbled on Jaide's ear and grinned at the brunette. Hell, who would Scar even tell anyways? It's not like she'd remember by the time she got Jax on board to let Jaide back in. Still, those pale cheeks glowed with a new type of happiness she hadn't felt in far too long. She buried her still semi-wet face in Jaide's neck lovingly, inhaling her scent. "God damn have I missed you... Lots of things have changed about me that you don't even know. Lots of surprises in store for you..."

Those words were full of so much hope and promise, as if there wasn't a huge obstacle standing in the way of their shared happiness. Now more than ever, Scarlet was certain this was the right move. That gaping black hole that had been drawing on her soul for years now was quiet, all the noise in her head settled to a low roar as she rested her head on Jaide's chest, kissing the new ink under her breasts. "This is magnificent..." her tongue came out as she licked the ink sensually, as she had done so many times to other pieces on Jaide's body. "But... I think I win for most body mods in the last couple of years, considering I count Izzy as a body mod after what she did to me..."

Even without showing off any of her new ink, she had gained three cartilage studs around the upper part of her left ear. In each stud was a birth stone; her lobes were her own, but then Jax was in January with a garnet stone at the bottom of the line, JJ's in October with an opal in it, and Izzy's, the most recent sharing the same month as her mom with a smaller ruby than in the lobe. The tongue and nipple rings had been there since pretty much the onset of the Trio; Scar had gotten the tongue as a surprise gift to Jax and Jaide. The nipple rings had been Jax and Jaide buying a set she liked and her agreeing to get them done on the spot.

Scarlet got off of the bed, turning and looking at the beauty still collecting herself on the bed with a coy little smirk as her hands came up to move the halter strips over her head and slip the whole affair off of her, exposing a body that wasn't entirely the one Jaide was familiar with.

For a moment Scarlet felt that tinge of self esteem flaring up and she fought so hard to choke it down and drown it out with the music in her head. Jax still loved her body, she had no reason to believe Jaide wouldn't, even with the added curves and the little bit of baby weight that Scar just couldn't shake. All her co-stars even loved the extra bit to handle, so why couldn't Scar just accept it was a part of her and grow to love it? Jaide's approval would go a long way in making her feel less self conscious. All she knew was she was there with the woman she loved most, and she wanted Jaide to see her in her full glory.

Framing under her breasts was an old line of red, white and blue stars, 13 in total with the roman numeral for 13 inked right between the glorious mounds and Regulators filling the space underneath, completely covering the front part of her ribcage. This had been one of her first pieces that had solidified her as Jax and Jaide's territory and the love in their eyes as they had kissed her after it was complete was something burned into her brain to this day.

The new addition to this particular area wasn't very clear with her shirt on, but now Jaide could clearly see the floral details covering those pale shoulders, and Jax's name splayed across her chest over her breasts, one she had gotten right before Jax had gotten out of prison. 'I wanted to give you a nice place to cum' had been her excuse as he shoved his dick in her mouth for the first time in far too long........

With the top off, she started to turn it into more of a show, climbing back on the bed and straddling Jaide's hips again so she could get a good view of every new aspect of the red haired bombshell. Somehow her strapless bra kept her now DDD's contained but that was quickly shed as well revealing she had slipped her nipple rings in. But that wasn't the thing she knew would draw Jaide's eyes. There was a new tattoo on the left side of her ribs next to the final star on that side, at least it was new to Jaide that said No Regrets with Jax's name under it. The way Jax was aligned with the rest of the ink looked... awkward, as if there had been intention for more going there, and if you looked close enough you could see the barest evidence that there had been something else there before. Scarlet touched it lightly before rocking her hips against Jaide's crotch, starting to undo those jean shorts and Scarlet wasn't in the habit of wearing panties much anymore thanks to Jax's love of ripping them off of her.

The cherries that represented their shared love for Jax had been touched up in recent years; the red was a little fresher after a particularly rough butting heads with Jax over finances.

At last, the big reveal. Scarlet kissed Jaide before kneeling above her again and turning around to expose her grandest piece yet; right above the tramp stamp of two revolvers with roses and a set of brass knuckles Jaide had personally picked out for Scarlet in a flurry of ink that they had gotten when money was flowing nice and Rachel's business was doing so well she was basically experimenting on the Trio just for shits and giggles, and a little bit of weed. Rachel had been the one to give Jaide and Scarlet their cherry tattoos the day they decided that Jax's Christmas gift was getting to have both of his cakes and eat them, and maybe even watch them eat each other.

There he was, the Devil himself in the guise of an angel immortalized on his Queen's back. The angel she had started at eighteen had now become the very vision of Jax shirtless with accurate ink details and a crown hovering above his upturned head in Reg's colors. She let it set in for a second, letting Jaide soak in the thing she had done basically the week after Jaide and she had blown up.

Scar pulled her shorts over those wide hips pulling them down and sliding out of them before turning her head to Jaide with an evil smirk. "Jax bought me a diamond..." she lay down on her back next to Jaide to show off that diamond clit ring that she very rarely removed. The one thing Jaide wouldn't be able to see with this little strip show was the tattoo on the back of her calf with JJ's and Izzy's names and birth dates.


In another part of town, and of all the black girls in the world, this was one who wasn't hyper sensitive about her hair being touched... If she was she wouldn't be doing the type of porn that included a big black hand gripping her head while she choked on a guy's oversized dick. She had long discovered a good man controlling her head by her hair felt so good that any other issue was negligible.

Monae did something she hadn't done off camera in a minute; she moaned as his big hand gripped her ass and pressed their crotches hard together. She could feel his weapon and she couldn't help but lean in and whisper in his ear: "That's a hell of an extra gun you're packing there, sir..." before crawling off his lap and motioning to the bed. "Why don't you get comfortable on the bed, and after my shower I can show you what your money pays for?" she offered, even though it was a given that's exactly what he was getting at this point.

The lovely little dancer smiled and disappeared into the bathroom and into the shower, cleaning off her workout and simultaneously considering what to do to keep Jax impressed. That amount of cash and drugs was obviously just a sample of what she could get if she played her cards right.

So as she dried off, she did a bit of make up, nothing too fancy, just a bit of purple-pink lipstick and máscara and eyeliner, fixed her hair, and slipped into something he could easily rip her out of if he wanted: blue lace lingerie that hooked to white fishnet thigh highs and over it a red satin robe. If she was entertaining the very leader of the 13th Street Regulators, she might as well dress in his colors there was a closet in the bathroom that held most of her clothes. She hadn't acquired a dresser yet but that was next on her list.

"If only more apartments had stripper poles..." were her first words to him as she sauntered back out with her portable stripper pole in hand, something that was quick to set up and hooked into a base she already had attached to her ceiling.

She hooked it in and made sure everything was set up before flipping on the music and giving him a charming smile, one she gave her clientele at Phantasie's.

Monae swayed her body and danced for Jax to the song, letting him see her work the pole with the talent and grace that came from years of dancing. Her long dark legs stood out against those white thigh highs and her robe gave brief flashes of the dark blue underneath as she loosened the tie little by little and finally let the robe drop as she swung around the pole.

The blue lace showed off her body mods much better than her work out outfit; a belly button ring flashed as she posed at the pole for a minute, letting his eyes ravage as he saw fit. The lace didn't even conceal the hardened nipples and the rings in them as well. Beyond that, there was her thick lip ring, a tongue piercing hidden behind it, and a nose stud in the right side of her nose that she had removed during exercise.

As for ink, on her left arm was webbing and a skull with a knife through it that read 'For those I love I will sacrifice'. Her chest was covered in clouds and stars of different colors, a piece she had let a friend do out of boredom. As she climb up and rotated around to pole again he'd see her back piece. Thus far she hadn't been able to afford more ink yet, but she wanted to be covered in ink by the time she was old and gray.

She climbed the pole a bit higher and let herself fall back upside down so that she was facing him, showing the grip of her thighs and looking at him to see if he was enjoying the show.
 
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Jaide's lip quivered when Scarlet said those words 'what she did to me'. Some nights Jaide still woke up from haze-filled nightmares of her first birth. Never, not in a million years, would Jaide blame JJ for the damage that that pregnancy had done to her physically and psychologically. For the briefest of moments the brunette was terrified that Scarlet's own pregnancy had left scars on her similar to Jaide's own. The pain, the post-partum, the addiction and the overdose were all part of the trauma that occured when a girl got pregnant at fifteen and became a mother at sixteen. There had been good times too, the joking shirt that Dasia had gotten her at her baby-shower that said 'MILF'; waking up in the middle of the night and making Jax run and get her fish tacos from a specific 24/7 store in Chinatown. Both Scarlet and Jax coming home from work and collapsing in bed with Jaide, using her baby bump as a pillow so that the four of them could cuddle together. There was so much good that outweighed the bad that she had not been able to see from the pit that was addiction.

The fear in her eyes was replaced with awe as Scarlet slipped from the bed and allowed the halter top to disappear, revealing the adult body that had replaced the teen from Jaide's memory. In high school the girls had been similar enough in body type for the teen runaway to go months wearing Jaide's clothes without causing serious issue (except ruining half of the collars of her t-shirts when she borrowed them.) The two had been in the same weightclass, only Jaide carried her weight in her ass and Scar ruined bra's monthly with how quick they were growing. Growing up in Oak Hills, you didn't necessarily get to spoil yourself on your food options, but they had both never gone hungry in the Jackson household. But Scar had certainly grown since they'd last seen each other and Jaide had to admit, she was liking the new curves.

Laying back and enjoying the show, Jaide finally felt herself again, her eyes feasting on the sight of all of the new ink. An audible gasp escaped her lips when Scarlet turned around and revealed the masterpiece she had been working on since before Jax had ever gone to prison. It had turned out just as beautifully as Jaide had pictured it. She was particularly impressed by the way Rachel had been able to get the angel to look so much like Jax. For a moment Jaide was truly speechless.

Then Scar layed down on the bed and showed her the last mod and Jaide once again started to cry. Jax had been using that line on both of them for so long, 'the only diamond ring I'll ever give you is a clit ring', Jaide's stupid teenage-self had always thought that that was so romantic. Now, looking over and seeing the diamond on her lover she realized just how much she had lost to her addiction. Reaching out she ran a hand through that red hair, moving as close to Scarlet as she could and kissing her cheek, the tears still falling from her eyes.

"You are so beautiful Scarlet Lawrence."


Girls had been dancing for Jax's entertainment since he was thirteen. At some point you would think that it would get old or become repetitve, but every knew work of art that performed for him became a novel experience. No two human beings were the same, Jax had learned, and it always fascinaed him at how different every girl could be- no matter how similar they had first appeared. This one time he had fucked this set of twins who- well that was a story for another time. Rising from his seat Jax continued to smoke the joint she had rolled for him, taking the pack of cocaine, the money and his beer over to her bed and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. While the sound of the shower came through the thin walls Jax reached down and undid his boots, setting them off to the side for later.

Next he reached under his hoodie and pulled out his M1911, setting it off to the side onto the night stand, still close enough so that it wouldn't be a long reach for him if he needed to use it but far enough away it shouldn't be a threat for the girl from New York. he piled his KA-BAR on top of the cocaine for later use as well and they lay down on the bed relaxing and enjoying the blunt. When Monae finally returned from slipping into something more comfortable he raised an eyebrow, impressed that she had an ensemble that was so- patriotic. Pretending that he was simply an investor enjoying his investment, and not a totally immoral gangster using his position of power to solicit sex from one of his workers, he crossed his fingers in front of his lap and laid back and enjoyed the show.

As she hung there for him, upside down and demonstrating the grip of her thighs, his own dark eyes feasted on every inch of exposed flesh, on every dark curve of her beautiful body. Scar had certainly given him a nice little treat when she sent him on this assignment and he was going to need to pay her back for all of the enjoyment he was about to have. Monae certainly seemed to have taken the hint though, she was making more money today entertaining him that she would from a short video or working a really good night at some of the best strip clubs in the Hills. As she danced he had tossed some bills down on the ground at her feet, planning to look forward to watching her scramble for them when she finished her dance.

Standing up he rolled three hundred dollars into a roll and stepped towards her seeing how long she could hold herself in that position as he brought the roll to her lips, commanding her to open up and take the money into her mouth. "I love a cunt with some grip." He said, running his fingers down her side for a second before stepping back and returning to his seat on her bed, still expecting her to hang there as he connected his phone to her speakers and played the next song for her.

The beat should be recongizable from the start.
 
Scar had vehemently turned down the epidural when offered; she was afraid. Afraid of ending up like Jaide, and she was pretty sure if she followed that path that Jax would have put her out of her misery the moment he knew. The red head couldn't blame him for it after how everything had gone down in those days. He hadn't even had the courtesy of Scarlet calling him to break the news; instead Kate called him and she hadn't been gentle about it. The agony was beyond anything imaginable; she had nearly passed out mid push because Izzy's fat head didn't want to come the fuck out, and the only reason she hadn't was because Kate had called her a little bitch and fueled Scar into her last push out of pure spite. A moment later the pain was gone, stolen by the first very loud wail of her baby girl.

A manicured hand came up to Jaide's cheek and wiped away a tear, her eyes starting to well up now as well as all the emotional rawness bubbled to her surface and she was able to bury her face in Jaide's curls and just inhale her shampoo. "Thank you... It's been a while since I've actually felt it..." it was so easy to be real with Jaide, to lay the burden on her heart down and know that while Jaide would probably chastise her for feeling that way, it was worth it just to be able to say those words out loud. Jax would never understand what she meant when he was constantly fucking and worshipping her... well a little less lately, but that was because they were both highly distracted between their responsibilities, the kids and of course the emotional weight of Jaide slipping through the cracks again.

Scar rested her head against Jaide's, holding her tightly. "I can't even find the words to begin to tell you how fucking much I needed this. We're not whole without you Jaide, I'm not sure we can ever be..." she whispered into those dark curls with tears in her eyes and her arm wrapping and pulling Jaide into a true hug, the type that she basically wrapped her whole being around Jaide as securely as she could. The we wasn't just she and Jax though, but JJ did deserve to know the woman that birthed him... and while Izzy would never know the presence of Jaide missing, she would see her parents sad for the rest of their days.


Him giving in to the show and tossing bills at her feet only got her into it more, losing herself to the music and flashing him her best charming smile. "It'd be better if it wasn't the middle of the day and I had some strobe lights. Oh well, next apartment I get I'm going to have a real pole in my bedroom," she spoke like she fully intended to stay around a little while, and she did; even the meager roles she had so far and her couple of weeks at the strip club was more than she was making back in New York between 60 hours of dance practice and classes a week, plus trying to pay a $1000 rent... and that was for a place she shared with four other people! $1000 each! Here she was paying a little over a quarter of that, and sure the place was small but it was all hers...

And if this is how the Regs treated their girls and if she ingratiated herself enough to Jax and Scarlet, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad of a life in Haven City.

That's why Monae opened those pretty lips wide and took the cash in her mouth as her hand ran up his hoodie before watching him walk away. There was a devilish smirk when the first beats filled the studio apartment. It wasn't hard to take a hint, at least if you had half a brain. And Monae wouldn't have made it as far as she did in college if she hadn't had half a brain... but killing herself before even getting out of school into the real world of dancing had stopped appealing her after a few too many months of coke binges and throwing up in the bathroom because she was barely eating trying to meet standards that were just unrealistic, especially for a black woman from certain stock. It was a dancer eat dancer world, cruel and cold unless you grouped together with the right peeps.

Monae had to work her core in ways she hadn't done in a bit too long outside of her daily yoga and stretching, but with that master grip of her thighs she held on and her torso and shoulders moved to the music as she slowly folded her body nearly in half, slipping the money into her stocking with just her mouth before shimmying her way down, moving her shoulders and chest as she came back to position. She licked her lips as she stared at him, letting her legs control her descent to the ground with great precision, until her back was laying on the floor with her hair splayed out below her in the pile of bills he had thrown at her feet earlier. She flashed those brown eyes at him, rolling over onto her stomach before starting to pick each dollar up with her mouth, stuffing them into the lingerie where she could and ending the song on her knees in front of Jax, half way between him and the pole with her stockings and top packed with cash, panting lightly but looking so alive. Maybe it was the fact she could tell he appreciated whatever novelty she brought to his table by his vibe and the look in his eyes, or the fact she was sort of jonesing for a line of coke and she was suddenly very willing to snort it right off of Jax's dick if he so commanded.
 
First words died on her throat, it was absolutely ridiculous that Scar thought that she was anything less than a 10/10. Jax wasn't the master at aftercare, they both knew that, so maybe years without the girls taking caare of that had fucked with her, but that didn't seem like it was the case. Jaide had always noticed that Scarlet didn't realize how beautiufl she was and she put that on a mix of the shit her father had pulled on her and then the abusive tricks that Bela had added on top of that. Jaide getting on her about the negative statements wasn't going to change anything so she just stayed silent for a time and let the redhead unload her burdens. Then they were hugging, embracing each other in body and soul and just being with each other in the moment without any sounds save their breathing.

When enough time had passed Jaide slipped out of the hug with a gentle kiss to Scar's lips to let her know that she wasn't rejecting her by moving. Naked was her natural state when around the redhead so she felt no inclination to slip on a robe or t-shirt as she stepped out of the bed and moved to where she had the vodka and orange juice chilling. She added some sass to her strut letting Scar enjoy the view of Jaide's back that hadn't really changed since the last time she had see it. Her hair was a little longer, her body a little fitter, but she was still a blank slate of light brown skin that ended in her 13th Street Regulators tramp stamp over her fit ass. As her hair shifted the scar of the knife she had taken to the shoulder blade in one of her first skirmishes after Scar came to live with the Jacksons the only real mark on her back. One of the first times the redhead had needed to patch up one of the two loves of her life but certainly not the last.

"Babe, I love you, but I did not go out and buy all this orange juice and vodka so that we could lay naked in bed and ugly girl cry like teenage girls over a breakout with mediocre dick." Jaide bent over and arched her back as the mixed up two tall glasses of screwdrivers, speaking witha lot of confidence that she didn't actually feel. For starters no one would ever call Jax's dick or the way he used it anywhere close to 'mediocre.' But if Jaide admitted how much of a wreck her heart was over that man then she would never be able to get through the rest of the day and what was in the bag that Scar had brought for her. Swallowing, she put on her Jaide-Daddy face and took charge, her eyes not quite challenging Scar to try and pull out that top energy again and see who got put in her place.

"So here's what we're gonna do bitch," why was that word so romantic for the two of them? Probably Jax's fault. "we gonna drink this screwdrivers, you're gonna tell me all of the gossip I missed, you're gonna show me what's in that bag, then Imma grab that strap I've got in my bags and dick you down like you ain't been dicked down in too long. Sound like a plan?" Jaide liked to pretend that her dick game was as good as Jax's, when in reality she knew that it was about a totally different thing when they fucked than when Jax fucked either of them.


There was a good bit of admiration in Jax's eyes as they feasted on the contortionist talents on display for him in this private strip show. Calli was a little more flexible (bendable really) and there was maybe one or two girls at certain clubs around the city who had more talent; but Jax had to admit that this girl was good and profitable too. Once her back hit the floor he watched her gather more of the bills using only her mouth, wondering if it was even an ego hit for her- degrading herself before a white man like this. As soon as her back hit the floor he was making it rain on her chest, eyes feasting on her ink and piercings. Finally the display came to an end with her on her knees halfway between him and the pole. His dark eyes had noticed Monae's eyes dip to the coke more than once while she moved which brought him even more ideas.

Climbing off the bed he stepped towards her, standing in front of her with the remaining bills in his hands. "Not bad, not bad." He told her as he took the (now much smaller) stack of bills slipping it into her panties until the pressed up against her sex in the thing material, keeping her head at his crotch level so that she could see just what he was working with. His dark eyes didn't leave hers as he took a step back, picking up the package of cocain and looking at her.

"So you're not as anti-white as you told my bitch." He said fixing his smile and gaze on her, daring her to deny it. "So, wanna do a line with me?"
 
Scarlet chuckled and sat up, eyes locked on that ass and the ink above it. "That ass would look better with my handprints on it!" she called after her beloved and decided to get up and grab the backpack.

"Mama Scarlet's bag of tricks. First of all, snacks..." Scarlet pulled out a small little table cloth and put it on the little motel room table with a scented candle for romantic effect. This was joined by a bag of homemade tortilla chips and a glass jar of Marisol's salsa, another bag of the puppy chow Dasia had made, two huge brownies that were Scarlet's own recipe and a couple of bags of gummy worms, their shared snack of choice. "A little taste of home."

Scarlet also pulled out a book, obviously a photo album. "I had to use a really huge black guy standing threateningly behind me to get the photo shop guy to print those basically overnight. From Izzy's party, plus some other shit in my phone. Luckily I had already picked up this album and had a late night couple nights ago that I got to put it together real quick, captions and all. Like 250 photos. Jax got me a professional camera a while back for Christmas..." Scar set that aside and set the bag down. "There's another thing or two, but that's for later. So Javi and Dasia are having a baby. Ty and Marisol have little Tyr, Izzy's best friend in the whole world next to JJ. Only baby she doesn't give the stank eye to and she actually is really gentle around. I'm trying to manifest red haired black grand babies right now so by the time they get married God will be tired of hearing my shit and just give me what I want!"

Scar flipped the photo book open and the first half was just of the crew back home, pointing everyone out, Jax noticibly absent for most of them. This wasn't intentional, Jax just never sat still for five minutes with everyone around. Besides this was more about the gossip portion of Jaide's request.

The second half of the book started with a couple of pictures of Che, JJ and his new guitar. And then some staged photos of the four Jacksons together around Izzy's cake and opening gifts. And then it was just a sea of the kids. "in... More complicated news... Joan gave me some street level control of some of the girls, and is turning over more of the studio to me as time goes. Next month I'm premiering the first porn I've ever written and mostly directed by myself...

As Scar chewed on a gummy worm, she gave Jaide a look and decided to tackle one of the many elephants they'd have to address eventually. "I know... My 'acting' was something you and Jax never wanted for me, but it's... Not just porn. It's fulfilling. I get to do whatever I want with my body, and to other girls bodies... And the money is great now that I have a catalogue. And I love the girls I work for. Sure, they aren't the Squad, but once a month we have Porn Star Brunches where all of us get together for mimosas and gossip, it's a community. They get that part of me. And they appreciate that even as a producer and boss I'm still willing to get down on the floor and lick their feet for a scene!" there was an obvious glow of pride to the red head as she spoke of her work as if she had found her true calling on a Stage finger fucking girls for Joan.

Monae followed him without even thinking about it, crawling on her knees until her face was literally pressed against his balls like a little slut. She didn't remain there very long, shimmying her way up his body and pressing her nose against his neck. Her hand rested on his chest as she looked up at him, considering both of his statements for a minute. "You got some big dick energy coming off of you, confidence, swagger... It's kind of intoxicating. No wonder Scar and Calli are addicted to you...You got me curious if a white boy can actually fuck..." she got a bit closer, inhaling his scent and grinning. She knew she shouldn't, but it was just a line and a hot fuck with a white guy, a one time thing so what was the harm? "I'll do a line if I can do it off that dick of yours..."
 
Well, she had asked for all of the gossip and Scar had hit her with the gossip like it was Jax's dick, just whipping it out and smacking her in the face with it. For a moment Jaide considered putting her underwear back on, but then decided fuck it and just sat down across from Scar at the little romantic meal that she had laid out for them. Well, Jaide had given her the main course so it was Scar's responsibility to provide the actual food. Which of course the red head did with gusto. Jaide let out a slight giggle of joy at seeing the food she had brought, though in her mind the recipe's were stil Brandy's and Madelina's, not Dasia and Marisol's, time had moved by so fast while she had been out in exile. While Scar talked, Jaide listened, sipping at her screwdriver and devouring every word that came out of the redhead's mouth. There were a lot of emotions filling her up as she ate those gummy worms, entirely virgin as a rarity, and made mental notes about the things that she wanted to ask about once her lover was done talking.

All of those questions disappeared from her mind as soon as the photo album was produced. Jaide had to hurry to clear space in front of her on the table as she opened the album with a little too much excitement, nearly damaging the spine as she started to look through all of the pictures. Tears were forming in her eyes as she saw everything that was within, everything that she missed. She had seen her little boy growing up through pictures that Che had brought home from his visits, but this was different. There were so many things that Jaide wanted to take away from this album, but the one that hit the most was watching JJ grow up from a toddler to an eight year old in almost no time at all. All while she hadn't been there. Izzy was themost beautiful little baby girl she had ever seen and by the time she was done she was in full tears again, barely hearing the woman she loved talking about how she licked feet of girls who worked for her, a lot of them also turning tricks on the side. Once that would've made Jaide wrinkle her nose, but she had done a lot of sketchy shit to get her high when she was at her worst.

"Fuck, Scar, that's so much. Fuck- I- just-" she couldn't even string her words together through all of the emotions she was feeling in one moment. So instead she set the photo album on the dresser and reached out, forcefully grabbing a fistful of red locks and pulled Scarlet so that their lips were pressed together again. It wasn't a lustful kiss, but a passionate one just the same. When she had finally had enough of her lips for a moment she released her hair and whispered to her 'Thank you for this.' Before downing the rest of her screwdriver and getting up to get another one.


There was a time, mostly in the months right after he had gotten out of prison, that Jax had gone out of his way to fuck at least one addict a month. Not for any reason that rhymed with paid of course, but because of just how desperate the little whores would be to make sure that the guy who could get them as much shit as they needed was happy. He never fucked addicts who were mothers, at least not ones who had their kids still, but he had fucked enough addicts in his time to know that he was looking at one. The way she jumped so far just for a line of coke told him that this was a girl who had been more than a little acquinted with the white powder back in New York. Looking back at the moment, after Jaide had returned and life had been settled, Jax might say that that was the moment he had decided to ruin the black transplant from NYC. Even though he never consciously made that decision. She was just something he ruined in the wake of his rage.

Raising an eyebrow he ran a hand through her hair looking at her as he lay down on the bed absolutely rock hard and ready to go. "That sounds like a plan Monae, but with one condition, I'm doing a line off of that fine ass of yours okay whore?" Jax let his hand fly out and smack her ass hard as he called her waht she was, the look on his face daring her to take offense, or do anything that would sabotage her career here. He wasn't just in this apartment to fuck her, he wanted to fuck her dignity too.
 
Scarlet watched Jaide's face the entire time, barely touching her drink until the photo album was in front of the brunette. Then Scarlet leaned back in her chair fully nude and sipped on the screwdriver Jaide had been so kind as to make her, a small smile on her face. "I know it's a lot, you've missed a lot. But I can catch you up as much as possible, and I figured the photos would be a good crash course... You can keep-" Scarlet was cut off by lips pressing against hers, her hand running up Jaide's neck and through those curls that she and Jax had been desperately missing as of late and for the first time since walking through that door, the tears started to fall and Scar didn't stop them.

It was good to feel this, the pain was far different now that she had gotten just a hit of one of the two drugs she'd give everything else in the world up for. Jaide and Jax were her true addiction; coke was fine when snorting it of Jax's dick, smoking weed was almost always more fun when laying on the couch watching shows with Jaide and or Jax... nothing hit the same without one or both of them pressed up against her making her feel like a fucking goddess.

As Jaide walked away, she stared at that ass. "God I've missed you so much Jaide... it's been unbearable. Suffocating. Turns out the Trio was the only thing keeping us all stable, even if Jax won't ever admit that out loud, I at least can..." Scarlet stood up and followed behind her, the cup in her hand now empty. She set it down next to Jaide's, wrapping her arms around her from behind and just holding her, her face buried against Jaide's neck giving light kisses. No intention to turn on, just wanting to feel that skin against her lips as she held the only woman in the world she loved.


Monae didn't see herself as an addict; it had been a few months since the last time she had done coke, and if you were an addict you didn't go that long without your shit, right? The craving was something she was blaming on the fact that it was there and being offered in the kind of way that made a girl want to jump up and say 'yes please!'

She stood up, ready to crawl on the bed next to him when his ass hit her ass. Even Monae, as opposed to fucking a white guy as she was, couldn't help but let out of a soft moan. However being called a whore was a whole another matter. There was a glare in her eyes as she looked down at him, laying on her bed ready to rock. "I'm not a whore, you're just a lucky bastard," for a moment she sounded like she believed herself even as she climbed over his body and settled her hips against his, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "But since you asked so nicely, sure you can do a line off my ass and we'll have a good time. There's condoms in the nightstand."
 
The whore knew how to play games, Jax would give her that much credit. For a moment he could feel that emptiness in his core, that void that could never be filled but was covered up when he had had the two women he loved with him. Feeling that void in a moment like this made him feeling dark, with that evil pulling in his dark eyes. If she hadn't figured it out already, she was putting hands on a killer, and letting him put hands on her. He didn't set out to ruin her when he stepped into this apartment, and he never actively decided to turn her into what she would become. But in that little moment of defiance that she gave him, some part of him decided that he was going to break her down until she knew her place. Not because of any racial thing or misognistic thing, but because he was empty and she couldn't fill that void. So she was just going to have to suffer whatever it would take for him to forget about it entirely. To make him forget the name Jaide.

When she mentioned condoms a little breath of derision escaped his nostrils. "Yeah?" He said just like he would if anyone else mentioned some irrelevant shit. Then his hands took her by the hips and showed her just how much of a toy she was to him, not just tossing him back further onto the bed, but tossing her easily over his head and back onto the bed. Probably hurt a little considering how cheap the bed springs were. But that was the name of their game. Pain to make the rest of the world fall away. Turning around, he slid his pants and boxers off and let her see just what she was going to be working with, holding himself in one hand her got the line of coke out with the other, and then watched the look on her face as he laid out the almost nine inch line. That was a lot of the good shit to shoot up her nose in one go.


One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Jaide counted the seconds between her breaths as Scarlet kept on laying the serious shit on her. She could take it, she knew she needed to take this deep shit, but damn she hadn't known how hard it would be. One year clean, her fingers didnt' twitch with the need they used to, and her whole body didn't shake at the emotional pain. But damn if her skin didn't itch as Scarlet dug that rusty spoon deeper into her flesh, digging up all of the old trauma and all of the old joy that she had thought she had handled before. For a moment Jaide was scared her weakness would show, that Scar would know what a fraud she was and it would all break. This dream that they were holding together with lacy panties and wishful thinking.

Then her arms awere around her, her giant tits pressing against the brown skin of Jaide's back, there was no intent to turn on, but still Jaide pressed her ass agaisnt Scar's hips and gave her a wiggle. The feel of her lips on her neck let a sigh of joy escape from Jaide. Scar was utter intoxication, but she felt and tasted like sobriety. All of that deep shit didn't seem so heavy when the redhead had her fingers on Jaide's skin. Her right arm snaked up their bodies and wrapped her fingers in Scar's hair, holding them tightly to each other. They looked like a painting in the mirror, Jaide's piercings and skin glistening in the low light.

"How's he holding it?" Jaide asked, meaning how Jax was holding the weight of the crown. She remembered being scared at hearing the news that the Nords had come after Jax in Denne, had remembered puking in the toilet at the thought of Jax taking a life and possibly getting more years for that. She had been fucked up out of her mind on oxy when they were able to visit him, barely able to function. Che hadn't given her the details, but she knew that Jax had become even more of a killer since then. Jax was a Ramage, murder was in his blood. But Jaide also knew the boy, the vulnerable child needing a friend at his father's funeral. Knew that the boy at the funeral and the man with blood on his hands would always be fighting in his head. Knowing that Scar was the only other person who could know about his struggle, even though they couldn't talk about it with him.
 
No one, not a single black man and sure as hell not anyone with lighter skin than coffee had ever tossed her like that. The springs of the bed creaked with a ominous sound as she bounced hard off the crappy mattress and landed flat on her back. "Fuck!" she griped at him for a second, struggling to sit up with her back hurting and having half a mind to tell him off... but she didn't get the chance. Because by the time she sat up and opened her mouth to utter a single word, he was laying out that fine white line down the entire length of his impressive cock.

Now that she was here, kneeling just a few inches away from her boss's baby daddy looking at the longest line she had seen in her life; this was access to product she and her roommates had to share before. Here the only one sharing with her was this white man standing there looking at her with dark eyes that hit some sort of primal fear in the young dancer. It didn't matter if she knew he was a killer before or recognized it now. All she really saw in that moment was the drugs he was offering her; sex, coke and weed.

"You know, usually when girls talk about the impressive dick they fuck, it's usually an over exaggeration..." Monae took a crawl forward, her face at cock level as she looked up at him. There was a tightness in her chest; fear? Excitement? Deep down she knew that if she took this hit there was no coming back until Jax let her go. It was just a little white line, but it could go so much farther like it did the last time she had played around with it. The only difference was last time she was a broke ass bitch living off other's supplies... And she had a feeling Jax would be more than willing to supply as much as she asked for by the end of this encounter.

"Crowns are heavy... And he's trying to do right by John's legacy. He's got a strong back and head though..." that was all Scarlet could really say at this point; everyone said Jax was doing great for the circumstances, but she knew his sleepless nights and his pacing when shit wasn't going the way he thought it should be. More than once she had seen him just crash and burn, passing out on the couch with Izzy on his chest or in the middle of a show. Some nights it was a miracle he got any sleep at all when at any point he could get a call to come deal with shit. Already she had experienced more of that in the last few days; being in charge of street level shit would have been hard for anyone less organized and OCD than Joan Gayle or Scarlet Lawrence.

But they both knew how hard it had to be for Jax, always questioning if John would really have been proud of his actions despite what everyone that had known John best continuously told him. He heard it many times; "Your old man would be proud of you, kid!" in light of his better moves. Kate had made it clear a long time ago that Jax being a Reg was never in their game plan for him during their late nights of getting high and talking about their dreams of the future. The widow and mother had also acknowledged she didn't know how to raise a son to be anything us other than a hood rat, and that she was more than proud of Jax's accomplishments for the route he took. That just left the question of: "If Dad wanted me to get off the streets and go to college... would he really be proud of what I've become?" Kate had broken beyond repair when John Jackson had departed from this world. Jax and she seemed to go through life just trying anything to stuff the gaping void John had left behind.

And here was Scarlet, holding the only thing she could think of that might help at least cover a crack of that pain. Scarlet tightened her arms around Jaide and buried her face in those long, dark curls. "That's why he needs both of us, Jaide. To help hold him up when it gets too much."
 
Jax just smirked, watching her eyes change from annoyance at him tossing her around like a doll to all of her attention focused on his dick and the line of coke that was waiting for her to slam up her nose. He wondered which one was drawing her attention more, which one was causing that dark puddle that was forming on her panties. There was also a bit of hate in his eyes as he looked down at her. There was no real doubt in his mind which one had drawn her forward, changed her tune entirely. This girl was an addict, plain and simple. Just like Jaide had been. The only thing she cared about was feeling good and feeding her habit. Sure she could play at being sober for a time, but at the end of it all what she really wanted would never change. It made him hate her, want to ruin her, make her into a vessel for all of those emotions that he couldn't dare face at risk of destroying himself.

Instead he would just destroy her.

"There isn't a bitch around who exagerates when it comes to me, ho. None of them need to. I'm a man of my word and I give good little bitches exactly what they deserve." His voice slipped into what 'normal' kinky people would consider a 'dom voice'- deep, commanding, but also subtly paternal. As if he was the father that had gone to the 7/11 for a lottery ticket and never came back. Reaching out he traced his scarred knuckles across her chin, up to her lips and up her cheek, running his hand through her hair as he gently, but powerfully, took control of her head again. There was a promise in those scars, a promise that didn't need to be spoken.

"Of course, little whores who want to get attitude also get what they deserve too." He promised her as his fingers gripped her hair, pushing her forward so that the line was right beneath her nose. Then he gave her control of her own head to let her take that rip. Judging by the length, she was going to be fucked up for a good while once that white hit her blood. Then he'd be giving her plenty of other white to make her scream.

It felt good to be held. So good after so long living with connections that were weaker and less intense than the bond that the two women held with each other. Connected by the force of nature that was Jax. There had been one other woman, out of the countless men and women that Jaide had let use her body during her downward spiral, who had even come close to what she and Scarlet had. But even then it was like a candle compared to the sun. Scar was the light of Jaide's life, and there was nothing anyone could do to change that. Reaching back she ran her fingers through Scarlet's luxurious red hair, listening to her words and focusing on being held. Once Scarlet was done speaking all Jaide had to do was cock her head slightly and look into those pretty eyes of hers to let her lover know what fears were there.

No one knew Jacob Jackson better than Jaide Verga. No Kate Jackson. Not Tyrone Freeman. Not anyone else who had been running with Jax since day one. And not even this beautiful redhead who had come into their lives like a whirlwind and fucked the world for the better. Who had given Jax his second baby and been with him as the weight of the crown came down on him. Jaide had seen the boy become a man. Had watched him walk back into the house after his beat-in with the new Regs ink still on his arm, red and fresh. He had whispered his dreams into her ear at night while they held each other at night, just children in love and wanting to be held. No one had seen him cry more times than she had. No one had seen him smile more times than she had.

Jaide would always be first in his heart, like he was in hers. And then there was Scarlet. The glue that held them together.

Yet, in Jaide's eyes there was fear. An utter terror that she was not enough. That as confident as Scar was about what Jaide could do for Jax and what Jax needed, a large part of Jaide's psyche was convinced that she would never be enough for the man she loved ever again. That the man she loved genuinely thought that the world would be a better place if there was a .45 lodged somewhere between her ears. Without saying a word she communicated what she feared, knowing Scar would know just how to love the fear out of her.
 
Scar buried her face in Jaide's hair as the two women stood there holding each other. She didn't have to look in her eyes to know Jaide's fear; even after all this time she was still so in tune with the emotions of her woman... Her woman... it felt good to think that again. A soft smile played on Scarlet's face. Words wouldn't do anything to quell Jaide's fears. The red head knew that. After all, she had many fears of her own when it came to Jax and this situation. She had no clue how Jax would react if he found out she was seeing Jaide before she was ready to address the issue. She knew there was vulnerability there on the King's end but it was a very volatile vulnerability... he was just as likely to lash out as he was to appreciate the fact she had stuck her neck out to try and help him.

Instead of trying to talk and ruin the moment, Jaide would find soft lips caressing her neck lovingly, two strong hands coming down to her slim hips. Once again she used her newfound mommy-muscles to move the normally stronger of the two. Now it wasn't a challenge to grab those hips and start pulling her towards the bed backwards. Scar sat down at the edge of the bed and Jaide was guided to sit in her lap as she wrapped those arms around the brunette and held her tightly. For a few minutes Scar sat like that, her hands running over Jaide's torso and through her hair all while those red lips grazed the back of Jaide's neck repeatedly... just a comforting motion, nothing overtly sexual.

When Scarlet felt she had giving Jaide as much comfort as she could, she suddenly flipped Jaide off her bed so that she was bent over the edge of the bed with her ass out. Her porn start queen licked her lips before smacking Jaide once... twice... a third time before burying her face against Jaide's pussy and invading her with her tongue again. It was best to distract her at this point in time; Scarlet didn't have any guarantees she could give Jaide and she had never been able to lie to Jaide before. So instead she'd wipe the subject from her mind for a few more minutes while she shoved her tongue as far inside the other woman as possible.
 
The whole world was a sigh, in the most romantic way. Scarlet's lips caressed her olive colored skin, her hands moving to her hips and holding her tight. The new found strength was impressive for Jaide, a she had always liked muscles on her lovers. And Scar had certainly be putting her Peloton through the ringer to keep up what she had now. Jaide's strength had diminished from years of drug use, but a year of sobriety had gotten her body back into full shape again. The two girls had never fought, and never would, but for a moment Jaide considered the fun that they could have if one or the other actually put up a fight, really let them see who had the strength to be Daddy.

As Scar bent her over Jaide pushed out her ass, showing off her Regs tat like Jax always loved. He was a man who loved to show off his property, and have his property shown off to him. That had been another one of the fun lessons they had taught Scarlet when she was learning the rules of the Street. There was misogny everywhere, espeically on the Street, but it was nothing like what she had grown up with her father. Or maybe it was, Jaide couldn't know for sure. But she had always found something liberating in the way that Jax and his friends treated their women. Branded them like property, showed them off in expensive clothes or nothing at all. Dealt drugs and fought thugs in order to keep their toys properly decked out in all of the finest accessories and eating at the best hood rat places.

Biting on her lip Jaide moaned as Scar smacked her ass like a drum. With each hit a word escaped, "You... fucking.... slut..." Then that beautiful instrument of love, Scarlet's wet and warm tongue was sliding into her folds again. If Jaide didn't stop it she knew her lover would ruin her again, letting her have all the fun. And Jaide couldn't allow that.

Reaching back Jaide carressed those red locks and pulled her back away from her holiest of holies. "Don't you think I'm going to let you have all the fun, Scar." Jaide said boldly as she wrestled out of her bent over position, holding on to Scar's hair firmly, but not derogatorily.

"Kneel." Jaide commanded, her voice all daddy like it hadn't been in so long. Her thighs were glistening, shining in the light like the metal on her nipples as she looked down at the porn star and ran her thumb over those sex soaked lips.

"Good girl." Jaide whispered, looking on her with pride. Turning back she walked across the room, swaying her hips to an imaginary rhythm before bending over to open her bag and pull out the Strap. As she was bent over the gave Scar a view of her fine ass, and once she had turned around the large, 9" long black cock was swinging between her legs, and Jaide had a hungry look in her eyes.

"How do you want it baby?"
 
"Oh after this long?" Scarlet looked up at her other daddy- technically she had called Jaide 'Daddy' on a serious level first, but they both knew Jax would always be Daddy Number One. "Like a bitch on my hands and knees."

The red haired thicc sex goddess crawled on hands and knees over to her lover and ran her tongue along the shaft, looking up at the beautiful brunette. "Besides, would I be mistaken that you won't enjoy fucking me with him on my back?" there was no shaming in her voice, just understanding. The understanding that was the reason Jax was tattooed on her back in the first place. The understanding that they loved Jax beyond all reason. The same way she and Jax loved Jaide.

It was that love that shown through her blue eyes as she took the black silicone in her mouth and started to coat it in saliva liberally. The first thing that Jaide would notice is the little bit of makeup she had on wouldn't budge a bit... Scar wanted Jaide to see how different things were now, how hard she had worked to seem unbreakable for Jax... so that Jaide could understand that there was only one person she trusted enough to be truly vulnerable with.

She didn't stay there long; soon enough she got to her feet and strutted over to the bed, crawling back on it and positioning herself in a doggy position with her hair draped over her back as a nice handle for Jaide to grip while she railed her. "So many times while he was fucking me that I was wishing it was you behind me... I've missed you so much, Daddy...." the pale face turned back to Jaide as she wiggled her ass playfully. "Come wreck my pussy."
 
Scarlet Lawrence was the only woman who could make deep throating a silicone cock deeply romantic. Not just slutty, not just erotic, romantic. There was something about the way that she batted her pretty blue eyes while working her throat around the tip of Jaide's BBC. She looked for that moment that she and Jax always loved, when the beginnings of tears would come into her eyes and those tears would turn black as they slid down her cheeks. Only that moment didn't come this time, the makeup didn't bulge. And for a moment Jaide felt like that dumb cartoon with the helmet wondering where the fuck the kaboom was, whatever the fuck his name was. Waiting for the release but then it never came.

Fortunately Scar always knew how to keep Jaide's attention just where she wanted it, and she'd only gotten better at it since spending so many days in front of a camera and getting money shot. For a moment Jaide's mind went somewhere else, thinking about the last time she had seen that ass shake like that.

She was in a crib down on the Rez. Single floor piece of shit place. Bunch of broken glass for their windows, some dirty mattresses on the floor. But they had run a gas generator up so that they could be warm while they copped. Jaide had had money to buy for herself that time. None of this ass for package bullshit that she'd been fighting for a while. Every Rogues Boy and their strung out MILF of a mother wanted a piece of branded ass when they learned that the brand belonged to a guy like Jax. He'd come out a few times to the Rez to do business, and his latest visit had what prompted her to hang out with a few of the local junk slamming champs. She'd needed to get out of Che's house before Jax came. Though she'd heard all about him setting up deals and shit since he'd gotten out of Denne. Making like he was the new King of Dope Slinging. The Great White Savior of the Rez. It was his shit Jaide had just finished slamming into her arm. It made her feel closer to him. She'd been bragging about the piece of ass she used to fuck- meaning Scar, and none of them had believed how fine she was. So Jaide had pulled up her latest video on her phone. Jaide paid for every video and then some. Though she hid who she was when she sent cash to her through Patreon. Jaide had found some ways to make her ends out on the Rez that weren't trickin'. And so she, and a few other junkies had sat around on their dirty mattresses watching Scar wiggle her ass on a cheap Dell.

One. Two. Three. Four. Fi-

Jaide breathed and pulled herself back into the moment. Then she strode to the bed and got into position behind the love of her life, grabbing a hold of the reins that were her hair with her left hand while cupping her right tit with her right hand.

"Scarlet Lawrence, you lying dumb little cunt." Jaide said the words like they were the sweetest whispers a lover could give before bucking her hips and thrust deep inside of the whore, hugging her from behind and getting back to chest with her, before leaning in and whispering in her ear. "We both know there only but a few things that feel better than that twitch just before he paints your insides right." And with those words she started to give it to the woman she loved.
 
There was head, and then there was sucking the soul out of someone. One was a messy affair with plenty of throat fucking and eye rolling and saliva dripping down balls, while the other was an art Scarlet had perfected long before coming into Jaide and Jax's life. At a point in her youth, Arabela Lopez, now the Chief Ho of Chico Reyes, had basically tricked Scar out for drugs and booze. The worst part was Scarlet had enjoyed a lot of what she had done. The compliments she got from dealers: "Wow, I've never had a bitch suck cock like that before." "Holy shit what they say about red heads stealing your soul is true." "I don't know if I can walk now, dude." The praise, the positive reinforcement of what she mistook as love in Bela's eyes.

It was nothing compared to the way Jaide looked at her now as the brunette slipped behind her and prepped for landing.

Scarlet could admit she was right; few things beat that telltale throb of his cock as his balls tightened and you knew that flood of warmth was about to coat your cervix and test your fertility. Kate joked that Scarlet hadn't gotten pregnant before Izzy out of determination alone. Scarlet had yet to prove her wrong.

But even that held nothing on the jolt of pleasure and emotion she felt when suddenly there was a black silicone dong bottoming out in her... "FUCK! JAIDE!" Scarlet couldn't stop herself from crying out, and she was very glad Jaide was facing her back and wasn't able to see the tears of relief that had been building the time she had been here so far. Even if it wasn't as warm and alive as Jax's dick, it was still familiar to her.

Calli couldn't beat this if she tried.

Scarlet wasn't an idle lover by any means and her need to please was something that had only grown with time; once she had taken time to really just enjoy the feeling of their bodies pressed together she started throwing it back almost instantly, working her hips in ways she hadn't learned yet when Jaide had last seen that pussy bouncing on the thick piece of silicone she was feeding the red head. "You're right, but this right here is pretty on par with that feeling..."
 
It didn't take much to make Scar scream. At least, not in Jaide's experience. Some girls just liked to be loud with it and it was honestly something that Jaide didn't have a problem with. Especially since she was a loud little bitch when she was taking good dick too. Certain guys that they had in common liked it like that. Liked their girls to be his personal little whores, and he had the talent and the charm to find not one, but two Goddesses who were here for that kind of fun. But that wasn't what this was about, and Jaide wasn't going to waste time thinking about him when she had this Goddess of Sluts to pleasure right in front of her.

Jaide kept her hand tangled in Scarlet's red hair, pulling it aside so that she could see the unfinished piece gracing the Queen's back. Either Jax had been there posing for it or the artist had really known him, because the man's face looked alive on Scarlet's pale white skin. For a moment Jaide slowed up the pace of her thrusts, just looking on the face of the man she loved more than anything in the world except for her son. Then Jaide was pinching Scar's nipple and upping the pace of her thrusts. It wasn't about Jaide, Jaide didn't even need to exist in this moment. All it was about for her was the woman impaled on her dick and making sure that that woman got everything she deserved for all of the good that she had done for the world. For all the good that she had done for Jaide. For giving Jaide this second chance.

Her brown sugar lips nibbled on Scarlet's ear lobe for a moment. Sucking and pulling at it and working to drive the red-head mad. The nipple twisting was just pay back though. Letting Jaide enjoy the sounds of pain she made before working her hand down Scarlet's body, loving ever bit of muscle and fat her nails graced down the way, skipping over the belly button piercing entirely to rub and flick that diamond studded clit at the same pace that the strap was working over Scar's walls. Really letting the redhead know how much she was appreciated as Jaide whispered into her ear to ask a question.

"So have you been a good girl, baby? Or are you Daddy's dirty little whore who needs punished?" Jaide knew what her choice was. Scarlet had been very good to her since they came into this hotel room. But if Scar's degradation kink was up and she wanted to be treated like a filthy little whore, then Jaide was going to oblige her and then some.
 
Scar was every bit of the slut everyone said she would turn out to be. The only real difference between her and the rest of the sluts around her was she had been incredibly faithful to Jax. Yes, there were some things from his prison sentence that she would never speak of; like the place where Jaide's name used to be on her ribs... Jax would never know it was there because Scar had been fortunate enough to attract a benefactor that was interested enough in her future as a force on 13th Street to have it removed before Jax ever saw it. Nothing could convince Scarlet that Jax wouldn't have skinned the name off of her otherwise. Not in the psycho, wanting to murder her way but in the fucked up, too broken to see Jaide's name way. There was also a video that Joan had smartly locked in a vault somewhere never to resurface with any luck.

While Scar's nipples would never be the insta-cum switch they were for Jaide, pregnancy had made them far more sensitive in the aftermath. That entire body arched to curve perfectly against Jaide's tan form. Words didn't need to be exchanged. All Scarlet needed was to feel Jaide inside and around her, covering her with a love she had desperately been craving for far too long. Over the last few months Jaide had taken over ever corner of her subconscious brain and finally, at last she was skin on skin with her woman. Sure she had side pieces she and Jax shared like the other week, or Calli who was Jax's therapist, fuck buddy and Scarlet's favorite Work Domme. Then there was the work she did; Joan prided herself in realism in her sex scenes and that frequently meant her pussy getting eaten out or pounded with colorful dildos or finger fucked until she was laying in a puddle of her own cum... But none of those women could compare to the hands and mind behind those green eyes.

The flick of her clit ring brought her back to reality as she tilted her head back, drool running down her chin as she tried to catch what Jaide was saying to her. It was hard with the blood rushing in her ears and her mind begging Jaide to never stop pounding against her cervix.

"I'm Daddy's dirty fucking little slut, factory reset me..." Scarlet didn't hold back the desperation in her suddenly high pitched voice, words punctuated by her moans.

She knew what she was asking for. For a while the girls had joked about Jax's hard fucking being enough to 'factory reset a bitch', and many of the women she and Jax had brought home over the last year and a half had eagerly agreed with that assessment. Dasia had even vouched for Jax having gotten her back with Javier more than once in their teen years with nothing but the power of his dick and a good talk and smoke afterwards. Scarlet could believe it.

But the dick she was interested in was pistoning in and out of her and Scarlet wanted to mention to Jaide that she had learned some more new tricks, but the chance was lost as her mind went blank with another slam of the tip of that cock against her cervix and every muscle in her body locked up. Not just anyone could make her scream like she did at the moment of release; a cry more animal than human slut as her cunt locked around the silicone tool inside of her. "FUCK! DADDY!"

Scarlet hoped those walls weren't thin.
 
Three Weeks Later

For once, Ty and Marisol were able to sleep in. Between the work they were doing, the work Ty was pretending to do for the W-2 and insurance, and the coming up on twenty-two week old baby they had made together there wasn't a lot of sleeping that was going on in the Freeman-Ybarra house. No alarms, no crying little baby, just a warm bed and his arms wrapped around the waist of the woman he loved. If there was a more perfect thing in the world Ty did not know it, shifting slightly in the bed so that his morning wood was pressed against her ass, he gently started to plant kisses on the back of her neck. She felt like he was holding fire in his arms, heat rolling off of her body. One wrapped around her waist while the other slid up her body to cup one of her breasts.

"Tyrone I know you aren't trying to get cute right now when you know that little boy is going to be waking up any minute now." Boy, girl, Latin or black it didn't matter. Anyone with Ybarra blood in them had the uncanny ability to be perfectly awake the second their eyes popped open. Ybarra had been famous for taking siestas on the corner and then popping wide awake whenever his services were needed. His daughter was the same way, though no one had ever allowed Marisol Ybarra to spend too much time near the corners where the work happened. And his grandson was shaping up to be the same way going off of how quickly he came for the tit as soon as his eyes popped open.

"How else you thinking we're going to get another one mami ?" Ty asked in as smooth of a voice as he could muster, but Marisol could hear that his heart wasn't as into it as it should be. Though her ass told him just how into it his body was.

"What's wrong papi ?" She whispered, turning over in his arms so that he could look into his eyes. Their eyes matched their bodies, his dark hers light, as well as their souls. His deep pools of still water, the type kids who lived in the County probably stayed away from because their mother told them monsters lived in them. Hers were dancing eyes, flickering in the light and shining no matter the darkness. They complimented each other and matched each other in equal measure in all things.

Called out cleanly like that, the man couldn't help but drop his mask, showing the serious face he wore when there was something that was truly weighing on his mind. Something that had to do with his work that he couldn't even tell her completely. Marisol had grown up in the Street, had witnessed how her mother supported her father, but never forced herself beyond the surface level. Ybarra had been a hitter, a killer with bodies on top of bodies on his hands, and 'lina had never taken any more of that weight than her man was comfortable to give. Never allowed him to feel weak for leaning too hard on his woman. It was a lesson that young Marisol had watched and absorbed in that unfathomable way that kids learned lessons beyond their caregivers ability to teach. Marisol never took any weight from Tyrone that he woudn't give, but she also never allowed him to hold back weights he couldn't carry alone.

"I just have to head out to the county today and do some shit today. Ain't no thing." Marisol could read him like a book, and Tyrone knew that. She could see that whatever he needed to do was bothering him, but not so much that she needed to know about it just yet.

" Claro papi I understand. I'll make some fajitas for dinner. And maybe Tyr and I will run down Habana's and pick up some cigars for later."

Ty nodded and slipped from the bed opening his nightstand drawer and pulling out a thin pre-roll and lighting it. It wasn't much be it was a good start to his morning.


It had been Jax and Ty from the jump off. There had been no way in the world that the sons of Monica Freeman and Kate Ramage did not grow up together. Even if the year they were born everyone on 13th Street was taking shelter with their own colors. They had been together since day one, with Javier, Nicky and Jaide coming along soon after. The five of them had been the focus of what their mothers had referred to as 'the hoodrat playdates'. The moms came together to watch their children play and quickly came to talking. And once the girls had finished talking, their men had started walking and formed the Regulators.

From day one the two of them had been brothers, watching each others backs and playing together while still in diapers. Fire and ice, red and blue, the two of them complimented each other and worked as a united pair against the world. They had shared charges and hardship, victories and bitches, including Marisol once or twice. Whenever one of them ended up in bracelets and tossed in juvie, if the other wasn't already right beside him they would be inside soon after. Even during the War, when Tyrone had been sent out to live with his grandparents for a year, they had been brothers and their friendship had sparked up again as soon as Ty returned for the party where the Regs were founded.

There were people who questioned it, why tthe black man was always the number two to the white man, but Ty had always done his best to set people straight on the issue. Jax wasn't the in charge because he was white, and Ty wasn't second-in-command because he was black. Jax was in charge because he was Jax. It suited him, while Ty enjoyed being the second in command. Always an anime fan he compared their relationship to Luffy and Zoro more than once to people who could understand what that meant. Whether it was on the corner, in a brawl, or anywhere else, Ty followed Jax's lead and made his friend's ambitions reality. Jax had gone up the coast for Ty, left control of his corners and crew to Ty, and had lifted Ty up to his current position when he rose.

Tyone owed a lot to Jax, which was what making keeping this secret from him so much more heartbreaking.

In most outfits, the job of driving around and protecting the boss's woman was one that came with prestige, status, and a fast track to more responsibility. Scarlet's safety was something that Ty took seriously, assigning only the guys who he could trust to be competent and who he knew personally would lay down their lives to make sure that nothing happened to Jax's bright red weak-spot. Of course, Scarlet was not the best at allowing herself to be protected. It wasn't too uncommon for her to ditch her bodyguard at least once in a month, so the first time that she dipped out from Tyler wasn't much for Tyrone to notice - except to bitch out his little brother for the fuck up. That it proceeded to happen again the next week, and then again the week after that was what made it so concerning for Ty. But fortunately, Tyler had gotten better in that same time and had actually be able to figure out that Scarlet was disappearing to meet someone at a hotel out in Oakwood. It hadn't taken Ty long to figure out just who she was meeting with.

If Jax had found out that Scarlet was meeting with Jaide behind his back, especially this close to 13th Street, there was no telling what the man would do. When it came to Jaide Verga, Jax's judgement was not exactly what one would call rational and predictable. The way Tyrone saw it, there were only three outcomes that he could see from Jax finding out about these secret meanings, two of which ended with Jax killing at least one of the mother's of his children. That wasn't something that Ty could let Jax carry, and so he had gotten himself off of work for the day to drive out to Oakwood and settle the situation himself.

He didn't ride out to Oakwood flying colors, unlike Jax he didn't wear his Regs hoodie no matter how hot it got, and instead he exited his Escalade in the hotel parking lot wearing baggy jeans, a black tank top, and a doo rag. Unlike Jax, Ty favored a bit of jewelry, including a golden chain with a diamon star on it and several rings. Nothing overly ostenatious, but enough to show that he had both money and good taste of what to spend it on. His most recent purchase was hidden in a holster behind his back as he walked into the reception space and asked that Jaide Verga be notified that a guest would be waiting for her beside the pool. That purchase was a Colt Trooper revolver that Ty had purchased from one of the pawn shops the Regs used. Registered as stolen, and never in Ty's name, with electric tape on the hammer, handle and trigger, it was a gun that would never be able to be traced back to Tyrone if he needed to use it or not.

The weight of that gun felt extremely heavy as Tyrone waited there by the pool for Jaide to come out to talk to him. Alone save for his guilt.


Across town Jax was in the place that was practically a second home for him in his use. Wolfsham's & Takashi's gym. On this particular morning it was all but empty, giving Jax the time and privacy he enjoyed most when it came time for him to exercise. He wasn't completely alone though, sitting nearby to where Jax was bench pressing were Nicky Takahashi and Moshe Wolfsham. Jax's lifelong coach was one of the most badass men that he had ever known. Moshe had survived the Holocaust as a child, and had numbers on his arms to prove it. Then, once the war was over, he hadd emigrated to Israel and fought there learning Krav Maga as it was being created and fighting to ensure that there would be a place on the planet where his family to always go to where they would be safe from the evils that Moshe had witnessed as a child. After determining that the Holy Land would never be as peaceful as he wished it to be, Moshe had left Israel and established himself in Haven City where he had distant relatives who were happy to take him in. For generations he had taught street kids discipline and how to fight and survive, possibly being one of the most stabilizing forces in their lives that allowed them to transcend the Street. His training was also one of the only reasons that the Regs were able to handle so well during the War. Nicky was also there with Moshe, sitting and talking while they hate their breakfasts and watched Jax work out, ready to step in if he needed a spotter.

Rico was the third persona accompanying Jax that day, but he was waiting outside of the gym to make sure that no drive-bys or other hitters came through. It was only paranoia if there wasn't someone out to get you after all, and Jax had more than his fair share of enemies to worry about. Instead, while working out, Jax kept his mind focused on his friends, listening to Moshe and Nicky talk, all with the silent knowledge that Moshe likely didn't have much time left in the world. Even badasses like him came witha warranty.
 
These last three weeks had been some of the best of Jaide's life, even with the big gaping holes still left in it without Jax and JJ. The fact that she could actively see video and pictures weekly of JJ interacting with his little sister and being such a sweet boy had her waking up each morning not needing to count for the first time in ages. For a moment, she had thought she had ruined everything the second week Scarlet had shown up expecting to have another passionate reunion only to be rejected by Jaide. "What we did last week, that was the big welcome back. I missed you Scarlet, but I want it to be the Trio or nothing... lets just cuddle and talk?"

Naturally that had gone over exactly as well as she had anticipated. Scarlet had panicked thinking she had messed up big, Jaide had to deal with feelings and emotions she had no interest in getting into... but at the end of all of it, Scarlet had popped back a second time that week for lunch when she was supposed to be in a meeting or some shit. Jaide couldn't deny she had been a little worried for Scarlet's safety.

Scarlet had just been there the day before. She had warned Jaide she'd probably have to stay away for a week after that, because Tyler was getting smarter, and Scarlet seemed proud of Tyler in that 'extended big sister' way that Jaide had always felt towards Ty's younger siblings.

That meant Jaide should have woken up in an amazing mood.

Not this day though. The moment she opened her eyes she was counting, and she didn't even know what she was counting down to. She just felt the weight in the air of her room and knew something was going to happen.

Through her morning exercise routine the feeling just got stronger. It turned into a tightness in her shoulders, the sense she was going to be jumped any moment. By the time her motel room's phone rang and the kid at the desk timidly said: "There's a guest waiting for you down by the pool," Jaide was full on edge and she slipped her knife into her back pocket and threw on an old black hoodie over her ever typical denim shorts and crop top combo, making her way downstairs ready to fight or run depending on who it was.

Worst case scenario Jax was sitting by the pool ready to bury a bullet in her brain. Best case scenario was Scarlet in a bikini being a brat. Even worse yet, Jaide wasn't sure which one she wanted more right now.

However Jaide was surprised to see the form of someone she hadn't figured would find out first... then again Tyrone was probably in charge of security detail and he was no idiot. She knew it was Ty the moment she saw the Jolly-Roger-esque Regs tattoo on his arm as she approached from the left side. Jaide gulped. Scarlet had been discovered. Carefully, she approached. "Please tell me nothing's happened to Scar?" were the first words out of her month, assuming he was only here because all of 13th Street knew of Scarlet's betrayal of Jax. She had to assume the worse to steel herself for anything he was about to say to her. "Please tell me you're just here to pick a fight with me and that Jax hasn't found out yet."

Breakfast was a ritual at this point, hanging out with Moshe who was as close to a grandfather as Nicky really needed. His mom's parents were gone now; her father had already been in his 60s when Nicky had come along, and her mother weak and frail from some undiagnosed illness because of her own refusal to submit to Western Medicine.

"Oh shit, yeah, Jax!" Nicky looked over at his buddy with a grin and wiggled his phone. "Guess who's going to be home soon? Deb's doing something in China, bouncing to Tokyo to pick up some souvenirs for us and then she's going to be home in time for fall."

The old man smiled fondly at the mention of his precious only biological grandchild. Deborah Wolfsham had been gone for nearly two years on a tour of the world; traveling to see her British mother's family, fucking some rando on the top of the Eiffel Tower and getting arrested there for public indecency, killing more than one Nazi from all the sounds of it. Not that Nicky could mention half of that in front of Moshe... There were lots of things Moshe didn't need to know about his granddaughter, the lives she had taken, or the other body count she had left behind in Haven City when she had decided to get the fuck out of.

"She said she'll be home in a couple of weeks. We need to get Scarlet to plan something really big!" Nicky had always seen Deb as an older sister, from the moment she had moved in with Moshe and had started pushing the boys around and threatening to curb stomp any Nord that so much as looked at any of them. At one point Moshe had been the sort of misogynistic man that wouldn't let girls train, but after losing his son and daughter in law to a Hanukkah Nord attack the winter before John Jackson rampaged his way through most of the white supremacy group's ranks, Moshe had let Kenji train Deb to hold her own against the boys.

Deb was one of the few girls Nicky was even willing to throw a punch at. For years she had been one of Jax's main sparring partners. There was a long history there just like there was between everyone else. She just hadn't been there at the start. And for the last two years they hadn't seen her in person; just post cards and phone calls and the occasional photo album of her 'hunting'. It was no secret amongst the boys that Deb was clearly a killer. Everything about her screamed 'death to those who would oppose me'.

Nicky could neither confirm nor deny that the Gayle's had helped Deb get her first rifle at the tender age at sixteen. He also couldn't confirm nor deny that she had spent three days camped out on a rooftop the weekend before her parent's murderers were due to get out of prison on a technicality. No one was really sure who had pulled that trigger while the skinheads and their lawyers were held up by protesters angered that once again the system was letting a hate crime against the Jewish contingency of Haven City's population just go unanswered.

As a matter of fact, if you asked anyone that thought they knew anything, they would tell you none of it was true; how could a fucking woman do anything that stealthily? Jax would tell you she was sucking his dick in the locker room of the gym right when the bullet went through the first guy's head. Anyone else would tell you a wholly different story. Nicky had heard so many of them and propagated more than two or three of them himself.

Deb also had the dubious honor of being classified as a 'Star Fucker'. One of many girls who's goal had become to fuck as many Regs as possible. Nicky had seen girls with 13+ stars on their arms surrounding the stylized '13' that showed who's property they were, but Deb took it to a whole new level. She had nearly every living OG that wasn't true to his woman, plus nearly all of their age group. "She said she's got a whole scrapbook of all the best parts of her trip to show us all."

Moshe made another quiet chuckle, the man old beyond his years even back in his youth. You didn't survive the Holocaust only to lose your adult son and his wife to a hate attack from Neo Nazis and not age an extra three decades just from sheer stress. The custody battle for Deb between Moshe and her mother's family had taken a toll on the man as well back in the early 2000's. Sometimes Nicky swore he was only still kicking so he could see Deb once more before he went. Like he was waiting for the stories of the Holy Land and the other places she had seen. The trip had been intended to be a grandfather-granddaughter trip before Moshe's health had just destabilized a little too much for Deb to want to move him around like that.
 
There was a grimace on Jax's face that was not from the effort exerted to lift the weights above his head and then bringing them back down to rest in their slot. The thought of Deborah should have brought a smile to his face. In Jax's own way he loved Deborah. Not in the same way he loved Scarlet and - or how he loved his mother and JJ, or even how he loved his bro's, Nicky, Ty and Javier. No his feelings for Deb were a little different than that. not in a way that could be put into words that people who weren't Jax would understand. They had been sparring partners, fuck buddies, friends, and more. Deb had more than earned his star on her arm, to join with the rest of the collection she had formed. Never a feminist as one would typically understand the term, Deb had found her meaning in becoming property of the gang, useable by all, the possession of none.

But Jax could not think of Deborah without thinking of the other person that connected them, and of what had kept them from talking to each other for the past few years. Jax had still been up the coast when she had gone on her globe trotting tour, and they hadn't exactly been on the best of terms when she left. As a Jewish, sexy, badass fighter, with experience and her own place in the world Deborah had always been something of a big sister to Jaide. Someone who always seemed better than Jaide, who always pushed her and pulled her and guided her to womanhood. When Deb had heard what had happened with Jaide, what Jax had needed to do afterwards, they had fought and in the end they hadn't ever made up after that.

So hearing that Deb was coming home was a bitter-sweet feeling for Jax. On one hand he was happy that a friend was coming back home. On the other hand it was a reminder of the other woman that he wished he could see again. that he desperately wanted to hold again, but couldn't. Because a man had to mean what he said and follow through with hsi word if he wanted to be taken seriously. Especially when that man was a king.

No one could say that Jax had done wrong with the decision he had made. Jaide had nearly killed their son, had put the needle ahead of his own flesh and blood and had almost burnt down Kate's home. There was no way that she could be trusted again, not after that betrayal. In many ways he ahd been merciful in comparison to how other men would handle a baby mama who carried more about getting high than anything else. Plenty of guyss would have simply tossed her to the Streets, or killed her outright. But Jax had paid for her rehab, and then out of respect for her father had only punished her with exile. The last words he ahd said to her promising her his bullet if he ever found out that she had come back into their lives or come back to 13th Street.

It had been what he needed to do. But that didn't mean it didn't break his hear to think about her. And Deborah was a walking, talking, dick sucking reminder of Jaide.

"Pass me the towel Nicky, I'm going to go shower this off." There was something off in his voice, Nicky and Moshe could hear it and they both frowned, but neither said anything. When the King wanted to take of the weight he would say it. And both of them knew it wasn't their place to offer to take some of it without prompting.


It had been three years since the two friends had seen each other. And to be honest Ty didn't even really remember the last time that he had seen Jaide all that well. More than likely it had been when he was dropping off Gayle's money to keep Jax's family covered while the man himself was carrying weight. Even a small bid like what Jax did for the gang wasn't something to be ignored. IF you couldn't take care of your peoples' people on something small like that, then it showed you couldn't take care of them on the big things. You couldn't go around letting your people rely on the government check too much, the King had to be the King even more than the President. Elsewise, people started snitching and doing other wild things. Ty had probably sat down on the couch with Jaide, some cartoons playing for little JJ to watch, and they had talked for a little bit. The whole time Jaide had either been high on pills, or jonesing for her next high.

The boys had made their money dealing H to addicts and fiends, but that didn't mean that they saw them any different than the rest of the public. That they actually saw the people with that disease as full people. Jaide had been different, tougher, closer to them. But in the end she had still been an addict and that had broken all of their hearts.

Even with a three year difference, Ty would've been offended to know that one of the girls he had known since day one had needed a second and a nerdy tattoo to recognize him. He had always been tall, but now he was even taller, and he and bulked up a bit since last they'd laid eyes on each other. But that didn't excuse someone to forget what their oldest friends looked like. Even if the years in between had been all kinds of chaos.

Still, looking at Jaide he had to admit that she looked good. She looked clean. Better than he had expected her to look. Rumors that she had gotten clean were spreading on the Street, but people were always talking about things. A year or two back someone had spread a rumor that Jaide had fucked her own sister or something. Ty had never given much credit to rumors and preferred ot believe what his eyes and his spies told him.

Always in possession of a solid poker face, Ty didn't even blink as she asked him those two questions. Both of which drove at his heart, and brought the conversation to the most painful possible ending. An ending that included Jaide's body floating in that pool, blood and chlorine mixing together. All of the evidence that he had been there would've been wiped before the Sheriff even arrived. And everyone knew that Curry County Sheriff's Department didn't have the same type of budget for homicide investigation as HCPD. But that was the ending taht Ty wanted the least.

Lifting up his left hand he gestured for Jaide to spin. To show that she wasn't armed. How Jaide reacted to that would determine how the conversation would go. If she were cagey, if she resisted, then it meant she was probaly armed and a threat. Or that as clean as she looked she wasn't back with the program. But if she just went along with it then this really could be a conversation. Ty's arms folded in front of him, a small gesture that he wanted it to be as hard as possible for him to hurt her. But there was no doubt that he had a bullet with her name on it in a gun somewhere on his person.

"Jax don't know anything yet Jaide. Only people who know I'm out here are you and me. And that's how I want it to stay." He chose his words carefully, speaking slowly. Always the calmest and wisest of their friend group.
 
Deb would have never let Jax just walk away - this was a fact Nicky knew. Deb got away with a lot of shit Jax didn't let people get by with though. She had a special bond to the whole crew, but particularly Jax and Nicky. Nicky had known her closely his whole life. Jax and the others had interacted occasionally when she was at the gym being babysat by Moshe or Rory, but Nicky had always known her as a big sister. And it had shown how deep that sibling bond was when he was the only star in their age group she had actively refused to collect. Nicky had been left out of a few trains on that fact, and at the time Nicky had felt left out, but now he saw how messy sleeping with Deb could be. But Deb had really looked up to Kate Jackson as a role model and hadn't even been remotely interested in Jax as anything other than a buddy and sparring partner until the week he got beat in. The Jewish Star Fucker made sure she was the first of the Reg's regular sluts to collect that star.

Nicky knew there was a fight, even though neither Jax or Deb ever said a damn thing about it, Nicky knew that any time he mentioned Jax that his adopted sister got real quiet and changed the subject real quick or hung up. He also knew that sometimes he'd be talking to Scar about a gift Deb sent him and Jax would get that same distant look in his eyes. And honestly, all Nicky hoped for was that Deb coming home meant they'd patch everything up and life could go back to normal... well almost normal. Nicky sighed sadly knowing things would never be the same without that one person Jax and Deb had fought over.

"Well, sensei, that's probably my cue to get to work... I'll be home sort of late tonight, got a thing for class," of all the hoodrats, Nicky was the only one that had made it to college. Sure he had taken two years off to get business in order after Jax had gone to prison, but he still was getting the college education his mom was demanding of him. And it was nice to be getting it, he had to admit. Sure there was the bonus points of getting the Regs into all the best college parties to sell their wares and fuck as many sorority sluts as they could get their hands on, but Nicky found some comfort in the mundane day-to-day of going to classes and remembering that there was a world outside their little piece of paradise.

Everyone had to pull a little extra weight for make up for that loss at the time when Jax went away. No one complained; Javi, Nicky and especially Ty had caught all the weight and they rolled with it. And Deb was gone, and sure Nicky tried his best to check in on Jaide and Scarlet as much as possible, but a little piece of him wished he would have reached out more. Maybe he would have seen it... but even Scar and Kate, the two most creepily observant people he knew hadn't seen what was going on... or maybe all of them remained blind because they were all so scattered without Jax. All he knew was that some things couldn't be fixed, and he was pretty sure this situation was one of those things.

Nicky took the back door out so he could take a few hits of a half smoked joint from this morning and check his phone. There was a "good morning, baby, you still coming for dinner?" from his mom he quickly replied to. Aurora Takashi was very much that overbearing Asian mom that got meme'd in public, but Nicky recognized that his mother was also hell on wheels. Kenji Takashi was a quiet man in the first place, but marrying Rory had made him quieter in most ways; still Nicky had seen Kenji stop Rory with a single quiet word. Nicky didn't understand love that powerful yet. Sure, for most of high school he had Opal... but in hindsight that was never a healthy relationship.

With that thought, and the thought of seeing another familiar face soon, Nicky headed out to the street to do the job he was actually making money off of.
Jaide turned for him, pulling out the only knife she had on her currently, setting it on the small table between the two seats where he could probably reach it faster than she could anyways, and sat down and lounged in a chair, relief all over her face. "Good... I'd like it to stay that way for a little bit longer too..." Jaide admitted and instantly relaxed in the chair next to him. Ty had really bulked up, Jaide had seen it in the pictures, but seeing him in person made a shawty feel smaller than ever. She grinned at him. "Looking damn good, Ty. Scar said the Life is treating you pretty well. Congrats on the kid by the way... but I know you're not here to rap about all that."

The small brunette let her hood down, her hair still as thick and curly as ever. The color in her face was a little more clear in the sunlight and while she had always been a fit bitch, she had put on some decent muscle in the last year. "It's good to see your face, really it is Ty. I swear I'm not here to intentionally cause trouble, but Che brought me down here a few weeks ago during Izzy's birthday and Scar gave me a burner number and that was just fucking it... I take it you're not in on her goal then?" Jaide asked, her voice just a little shaky.

She knew Scar couldn't go telling anyone about this until she had shit lined up, but she was worried this was going to get Scarlet killed. Anyone could drop Jaide and Jaide wouldn't blink an eye. But if she lost Scarlet because she had no self control and needed so desperately to see her red head and their King, then Jaide would never forgive herself unless she was also dead. "Be honest with me, Ty. Am I dead?"
 
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