Her name was Jenna. Jenna Bakers. She didn't have a normal childhood like 90% of her friends did. Since as a young girl she had to learn how to survive in the streets. In the Latino ghetto she lived in she learned a lot, steal, lie and break many he...
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Slowly becoming conscious again she looked around, thinking that she's still molding into the floor of her house from the solo hangover. Oh god, how wrong she was.
»good morning sleepy head.«, a rough voice appeared beside her. What?
Without hesitating she quickly checked her body, grabbing everything she could. »searching for this?«, he grinned pointing her gun at her. Fighting the thoughts that he had officially captured her she spat out »son of a b-«
»Ah Ah. You're lucky I didn't fucked you yet with that ass of yours.«, he stated, licking his lower lip and making the gun shift down her torso. »How does it feel like getting threatened to get your cunt blown away?«
»pff. You think you scare me?«, she coldly said, leaning back into the seat. »don't try me. I can easily focus on the road and on that sexy body of yours. Not gonna lie, I'm surprised my friend didn't jump on you yet.«, he gave her a mischievous smirk, making her weirded out a little by his words. Not long after she kinda liked how this situation could turn out. Like is a strong word... more likely the thought of getting control over this situation.
Watching him switching his gaze from the road and then to her she spoke up. »what if make it just harder for you not to?«, she spread her legs slowly. The mysterious man looked twice and raised an eyebrow, obviously a little taken back by this sudden turn. »so you are a bitch?«, he chuckled in disbelief what he was witnessing. »Well- HUH?!«
Before she could wrap him around her fingers he hastily braked making her almost fall forward into the windshield. »WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!«, she suddenly yelled by this almost liferisking situation. Angrily she whipped her hair back into its place, side eyeing him with a death stare.
»got ya pussy wet too soon, huh?«, he teased before giving her a serious looking face. Furrowing his eyebrows he forced her out of the car with the gun and then it suddenly hit her where she was. This is the neighborhood where she almost got beaten up by Michael... »ohhh, now I understand. You work for Micheal then? Didn't think he'd be the gangster type...«, she said trying to puzzle everything together. He just sighed in annoyance and grabbed her aggressively by her hair. »OW!«, she hissed trying to free herself out of his grip. »you talk too much for your small mouth darling. Why not using it for better purposes like my cock?«, he whispered into her ear, making her cringe and jerk back so his disgusting breath wouldn't be no longer around her. Sure, a blow job sounded nice. But not him. Never in a million years.
As they both walked towards the villa, the gate opened. They stepped inside and it quickly shut back. Now it was impossible to run away. How even? He had his big hand deep into hair and it hurt like hell.
She let out a small cry when he yanked her forward into the parking lot to the front door. »Sugartits!~ Get your ass out, Micheal!«, he yelled in a playful way, entering the house without an invitation, with her. Letting the door wide open.
»holy shit, T?! The fuck you doing here?! What's she doing here?!«, he asked, being more confused and angrier each question. Jogging down the stairs he approached them. »Wow man. Where's that bad attitude coming from homie? I got you an early birthday present.« He closed the door, as Jenna watched the two friends. Micheal sighed in disappointment.
»guess you're not that good at spying as I thought...« »Well it's hard to hide that massive cock in my pants.«, he spat back, presenting his crotch to his buddy. »ugh fuck off Trevor.«, he quickly looked away, holding his hand in front of his eyes.
»why so dramatic you little bitch? Pussying out in your retirement?«, Trevor joked. »okay guys can somebody the fuck explain me what's going on here?«, Jenna gave them an angry look. Not finding it funny at all. Especially not the fact that Trevor was about to rip all her hair out in any moment. »Also!«, she became louder and grabbed Trevor's hand, clawing into it and scratching a little. »can you FUCKING leave my hair alone you freak?!«, she groaned. »Argh shit. Damn that's not a kitty that's a whole tiger.«, he laughed letting her go. She rubbed the pulsing spot before Trevor grabbed her by her neck, clawing into it as he pulled her closer to him.
»you know what I do with tigers? Huh? I fucking hunt them down and hang their heads on my wall.«, he whispered into her ear. threatening her.
»cut that shit Trevor, let the woman go. And you, you also go.«, Micheal said pointing at Jenna first and then at Trevor.
»the fuck happened to you mate? You're becoming soft.«, T complained while Jenna was about to open the door. Micheal turned back to them and stopped Jenna. »Wait. I do have a question.«, Mikey said. Jenna rolled her eyes and faced them. »what?«, she asked annoyed. »where did you get the money from?«, Michael asked curious. »Why?«, she teased while smirking. »ugh, just tell me.«, he forced it out of her. »I'm a business woman.«, she answered.
»probably sold herself.«, Trevor interrupted while shrugging.
»quit that bullshit. I know you aren't.«, Micheal had seen trough her. She stood there silent. »why so quiet now?«, Trevor smirked and Micheal directly shushed him making him roll his eyes and cross his arms. »alright. I tell you. I stole jewellery from a museum, am wanted and the necklaces are currently getting converted into money.«, she grinned, unlocking her phone and showing them her bank balance, getting higher and higher each second.
»so you rob?« »holy shit, this bitch is a robber?«
Both of them said synchronous.
»can I go now? Also you fucker, give me my gun back.«, she reached her hand out waiting for him to place her gun on her hand. He just "tch" her while smirking. »wait we're planning a robbery.«, Micheal spat out. Now even Trevor got confused. »do we?«
She watched them. »no interest, now gimme my gun back.«, Trevor looked to Micheal and he nodded. »bitch...«, he cursed under his breath before handing it to her. »thank you very much. Let's hope we won't interfere ever again. Right boys?«, she smiled heading outside while waving a goodbye with her gun before the door got slammed shut by her.
»Trevor, try to convince her to work with us.«, Micheal said, being lost in his thoughts.
»you meant for us, right?«, Trevor smirked devilishly.
