Dangerously In Love

Chapter 1- How They met

Asia in the MM

Chauncey's Point of View

For six long years, I was locked away like an animal—a savage. Now that I'm out, that's exactly what I feel like. Happy as hell to be free, but if the streets don't kill me, I know prison eventually will.

As I stared out the window of Chance's car, the streets rushed by in a blur. So much had changed since I got locked up at 12. My big brothers were still my brothers, but they looked different now—buffer, harder, like they were the ones behind bars all these years.

Chance, at 28, is the oldest and runs the show as the CEO of M.G.S. (Money Gettin' Savages), the most notorious gang in Detroit. Covaughn is 25, the co-CEO. Then there's Cane and Caria, the 23-year-old twins—Cane is the wild, reckless one and Caria is the spoiled princess of the family. And then there's me, Chauncey, but everyone calls me "Baby." I'm 18, fresh out, and known as the shooter.

"I'm glad you're out, lil' nigga," Chance said as he pulled up to the run-down high school.

"Yeah, I'm glad too. But I ain't feelin' this school shit." I scratched at the tether on my ankle, hating it.

"It's part of your probation. You gotta stick this out till June, Baby," Chance reminded me, his tone firm but understanding.

"Yeah, I hear you," I mumbled, grabbing my backpack from the back seat.

I stepped out of the car, decked out in my Gamma blue Jordans, True Religion cargo shorts, a matching Jordan shirt, and a Ferragamo belt with a gold buckle. My gold Rolex gleamed in the sunlight, and I had my usual Jesus piece chain on. Fresh out of juvie, but I still had to look like I never left.

Chance dapped me up before I slammed the door. "One of the lil' niggas will be here at 3:20 to pick you up, aight?"

"Aight," I said, walking into the school.

As soon as I stepped through the doors, all eyes were on me. I couldn't help but smirk. Of course, they stared—I'm a Savvage. The name alone rings bells around here, and it's tatted down my arm as a reminder of who I am.

I made my way to the main office, where a young secretary—probably in her early 20s—shot me a flirty smile as soon as she saw me.

"How can I help you?" she asked, all sweetness.

"I need my schedule," I said, straight to the point.

"Name?"

"Chauncey Savvage."

Her eyes widened like she'd just seen a ghost. "Um, give me a minute, Mr. Savvage," she stammered, before disappearing behind the counter.

I sat down, pulling out my Galaxy S6. Crazy how much things changed in six years. When I got locked up, people were using flip phones. Now, this thing was practically a computer.

Just as I got comfortable, a loud voice broke through the silence. "Get your hands off me before I beat yo' ass!"

A fine, brown-skinned girl was being dragged into the office by a security guard. She glared at him, and I couldn't help but laugh at the exchange.

"What did she do now?" the principal asked, stepping out of her office.

"She threw condoms filled with maple syrup and chocolate syrup at the cheerleaders and filled their showers with blue food dye. Oh, and she let loose skunks in their locker room," the guard explained, looking exhausted.

I laughed harder, and even the principal rolled her eyes.

"Take a seat, Asia."

The girl—Asia, I guess—bumped the guard and dropped into the seat across from me. I couldn't help but check her out: long hair, small waist, and she had this confident, don't-mess-with-me attitude. I liked it.

"Damn, you must see something you like," she snarled, catching me staring.

I smirked. "Yeah, I do."

"Well, stop staring before I jab your damn eyeballs out your head."

I raised my eyebrows, amused. She must not know who I am.

"I'll let that slide, princess," I said with a wink. She just scoffed and looked away.

"Chauncey Savvage?" the secretary called. I stood up, smirking as I saw Asia's surprise. I grabbed my schedule and shot her one last glance before walking out.

Asia's Point of View

After getting a Saturday detention and a lecture from the counselor, I ditched class to smoke and grab something to eat. By the time I came back for seventh period, there he was—sitting in my damn seat.

He looked up with a scowl, but when he saw me, his face lit up with a smirk. "What's up, princess?"

"You in my seat," I said, not in the mood for games.

"Girl, there's a thousand other seats. Sit somewhere else," Amber, who was sitting next to him, said.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Bitch, was I talking to you? Matter of fact, move. I want your seat."

She looked dumbfounded and a little scared. "Move, bitch!" I repeated, and she hurried to gather her stuff and left.

I sat down, kicking my feet up.

"You rude as hell," Chauncey said, laughing.

"No shit, Sherlock."

"I like you, Asia. You funny."

"How long you gotta wear that tether?" I asked, noticing the ankle bracelet.

"Three months."

"Why'd you go to jail?"

"Why you wanna know?"

"Just curious."

"If I tell you, you gon' let me fuck?"

I gave him a deadpan look. "No, nigga. First off, I'm a virgin. Second, I'm not that type of girl."

He laughed. "Just one time, princess. Let me see what that pussy like."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You kinda funny, but I'm serious. I'm not that type."

"So what I gotta do?" he asked, his tone shifting.

"What you mean?"

"What I gotta do to have you? Take you on a couple dates or something?"

I snorted. "You saying that like your last name ain't Savvage."

"It could be yours too if you act right."

I burst out laughing. "You're a character."

The bell rang, and Amber approached Chauncey, trying to flirt. He shut her down quick, then threw his arm around my shoulder as we left the class together.

Outside, in the parking lot, people were staring. The Savvages were like royalty in Detroit, and I guess walking with Chauncey had everyone's attention. As we talked, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye—a gun pointed right at us.

Before I knew it, I tackled Chauncey to the ground as shots rang out. Quickly, I pulled my own gun and fired back. The shooter fell, and the car they came in sped off with the body.

"We good," I said, getting up, but Chauncey held me in place. He smiled, then kissed my cheek.

"Thanks, shawty. I owe you one," he said, pulling me toward a car.

Caria Savvage hopped out. "Y'all good?"

"We straight," Chauncey replied. "This Asia, my future baby mama and wife."

I blushed, shaking my head. "It was nothing. He cool people."

Before I could leave, Chauncey pulled me into a tight hug. "Girl, gimme your number before you go," he said, fumbling with his phone.

I laughed, giving him mine instead. As I walked away, I saved his contact under "Baby."

A/N: I'm super excited to dive into this story! What do y'all think so far? Don't you just love how Asia saved Chauncey like they've known each other forever? Let me know what you all think this just a lil meat cute but its bouta get intenseeeeeee