𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞.

𝐍𝐨 𝐎𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

"Brock, they got em." Hansen said as she handed Brock the stills from video footage captured where Y/n was stabbed. Hansen had a smug look on her face as Brock smiled nodding his head.

Brock got up from his seat, walking into the other room where his runners were. "Alright, look here, any of you who want to step out of line with me, this is what's bound to happen."

Tate entered the room, putting down her duffel bag as a video played of Y/n getting stabbed.

"Now, I advise you to all look at this as a lesson, cross me, I'll cross you ten times harder. Fail to do what I ask, you won't have be living anymore. Get out there and make my damn money." Brock dismissed everyone as Tate quickly exits the building, dialing Zion quickly as she gets in her car, driving off.

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𝐋𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs as I stood at the sink washing the dishes. Y/n yawns as she walked into the kitchen with a smile on her face. "What's got you all smiley?" I asked as I peaked at her over my shoulder.

"I don't know, just the fact that I got to tuck my little brother into bed again. It feels unreal that he's right upstairs." Y/n shrugged her shoulders as she wrapped her arms around me from behind, resting her chin on my shoulder.

"Need any help?" She asked as she grabbed the towel to dry the dishes for me. "Thank you." I smiled as I continued to clean, a comfortable silence falling upon us.

"Okay so, since Scarlett and Maya are gone, can we talk now, about whatever this is? Once upon a time, you'd be pushing me off of you at any form of physical touch that was 'over the line'."

I knew this was coming. I don't really want to have this conversation simply because I know Y/n and I's situation isn't ideal and I think it can take a bad turn if we aren't careful.

"Y/n/n, I don't really know what I'm doing. It's highly inappropriate and I believe thats why I haven't been able to give you an answer about what this whole thing is. We obviously know it's something-"

"I know, I just want to know what we're doing, like is this going anywhere or is this just fun for you?" Y/n asks as she looked over at me.

"Uhm- well, no this isn't just fun, I don't roll like that. Plus, I wouldn't risk my life and career for some fun, you mean more to me than- you're just really important to me and I- it's hard to really explain anything because I am afraid of how this will turn out. I also don't think we should put a label on anything, I'd rather wait for that until you're 18 and just see where this is going first, if this even works-"

"Yeah, I get that."

"And I mean, I did just end my engagement so I need time to process that as well- I just don't want to rush a good thing, you know?"

Y/n nodded looking down at the ground as I looked over her. "How about we truly revisit this conversation around your birthday? Deal?" I asked as I stuck out my pinky.

Y/n cracked a smile as she nodded her head, interlocking her pinky with mine. "Speaking of your birthday, do you have anything in mind that you want to do?"

"Not really, I just want to chill, I kind of stopped doing things for my birthday once you left, didn't really care about it anymore." She shrugged as she continued drying and putting the dishes away.

Yeah, I definitely have to do something for her, it's her 18th! You have to celebrate your 18th. Who doesn't celebrate their 18th? It's a big moment for her, especially since she'll finally get out of the system.