forbidden fruit//a.aretas

~Chapter 7~

3rd person
next day...

Mike, Marcus, and Jasmine all get out of Mike's car. Headed into the AMMO headquarters building.

"Fuck. Don't you own any other cars with more than 2 doors??? I'm always stuck in the back." Jasmine complains to Mike. She found it frustrating having to climb from the back to the front. Marcus and Mike laugh at her. They found her spirit quite uplifting in their group. They were like a trio now, almost inseparable.

"Aye Theresa wants me home for dinner on time tonight yall." Marcus tells the other two. A serious look on his face. Mike and Jasmine giggle behind him.

"Y'all motherfuckers better not be laughing. Cause it's always yall who make me late." Marcus says angrily. Which only makes the other burst out laughing even more.

"Don't worry Marcus. I gotta date tonight anyway." Mike shrugs, opening the door for the group. Marcus and Jasmine give him the look.

"Please tell me it's with that sexy british nurse I put you on with." Jasmine squealed grabbing Mike's shoulder. And he nods triumphantly, prompting more screams from Jasmine. Who's now shaking Marcus excitedly.

"That motherfucker is a playboy. Don't fall for guys LIKE him." Marcus tells Jasmine. Emphasizing the 'like him' part. Jasmine side eyes him, but remains quiet. Mike looks at Marcus offended.

"You need to shut yo damn mouth talking like that Marcus." Mike says shoving him. Jasmine laughs as they sit down into their little cubicle seats.

"Guess I have my own plans too then." Jasmine smirks to herself.

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Jasmine's pov

"I didn't know you were coming today." I hear Armando say as I approach his cell.

"Figured we should get some extra work done. I brought your favorite." I say facing him, holding up a bag of some Texas Roadhouse rolls. But I'm graced by an unusual sight. Armando's knuckles are split and so is his lip. I look to the guard who avoids my gaze.

"Open the fucking cell." I say to the guard in an aggressive tone. Because no way Armando looks like this and he's received zero medical attention. The cell opens and I don't even bother cuffing Armando before pulling him with me.

"How are you shit at your own damn job!" I yell at the guards as we leave the lock down prison area. I feel Armando lightly squeeze my hand, and I look up at him.

"It's ok amor. I'm ok let's go." He tells me in that low voice. I sigh as I take him to my office room. I was feeling my anger spike during the time it took to get to the office. I took a deep breath when we made it inside before I turned to Armando.

"What happened?" I say, holding his face and examining it. I even noticed an open cut above his eyebrow that I could now see. But he averts my gaze, grabbing my hands and holding them.

"It nothing Jas, I'm fine. Just a little tussling with the other inmates." He replies kissing my hands. I shake my head pulling away as I grab a med kit. I hear him sigh behind me as I continue gathering my supplies.

Armando's pov

I can't even focus on the fact that my knuckles and my face feel like shit. Not when Jasmine's cute ass is running around all worried about me. Since the day we almost kissed I couldn't go a minute without thinking about her. She was perfecta. I watched intently as she was bent over looking around for something. All I could think about was how perfect and round her butt looked, with her tiny waist. I could even catch a peak of a tattoo on her spine. Oh she was such a tease.

This time she was wearing more of those little shorts with a black crop top with her badge around her neck. The simple outfits she wore made me want to sin more than I already have. But I was knocked out of my thoughts when she pushed me against the desk to sit down. She began unloading her stitching kit in the side and began dipping some cotton balls in alcohol.

"Try and sit still handsome. This might hurt a little." She said softly as she lightly grabbed my jaw. Gently cleaning my cuts with the cotton ball. I pull her closer as she works, slowly massaging her waist that was exposed by her shirt. Her proximity was almost too much for me. I could see the swirls of brown and green in her eyes. And she smelled so so good. It was invading my space and had me in a trance. All I could think about was her and how much she had me wrapped around her finger. Was it the fact that she was beautiful as hell? Or that she has the prettiest dimples when she smiles? Maybe it was the way she picked up on my habits? Or somehow was accepting of me? Or that she was a literal badass at everything? I don't know but it had me craving things that I never really craved until now.

"Ok Mr.tough guys. You didn't even flinch for the stitches." She giggled moving on to my knuckles.

"Hmm." Was all I could muster to say. She had me whipped from the moment I was fighting her at the Hildago Palace. The little partner activities we would do at rehab. And all her little visits at the jail. Where sometimes we wouldn't even work we would just talk. She even picked up on the fact I really liked Texas Roadhouse rolls, and would get me extra. I was in so deep and I only see her a couple of days in the week in jail. Estoy jodidamente jodido.(I'm fucking screwed)

"Armando are you even listening to me?" She says in that sweet voice. Finishing the wrap on my hands. I nod knowing I didn't hear a word. She smiles at me looking up in my eyes.

"You look cute, even though you got your ass handed to you." Jasmine giggled, fluffing my hair up. I roll my eyes at her.

"Nobody can beat my ass but you amor." I smirk, slowly kneading her hips now. I could feel her leaning into my touch. She was affected just as much as I was. Which made me grin. I didn't want her to keep questioning me about the fight though. Jasmine would be disappointed if she found out why. I had fought about 10 guys who were talking about her in the jail yard. It pissed me off more than anything has before. Because who the fuck were they to talk about my woman? So they were dealt with. But I want her to know she's mine. I look into her eyes and slightly pull her closer.

"Stop doing that Armando." She whispers softly.

"Doing what?" I reply trying to act oblivious. I lean in closer to her. And she leans in too. Our noses were brushing against one another. But I was getting impatient, I wasn't used to waiting but I was willing to if she didn't want to. I just need to so badly.

"Can I kiss you amor?" I mumble against her lips, our breaths mingling.

"I've been waiting ." She whispers. So I lean in and kiss her. Nice and slow. I wanted to cherish this more than I cherished anything before. I pull her into my body and I bring one hand to her throat. And I keep one on her ass. Anchoring her to me. Her delicate hands travel up my arms as the kiss deepens. Raking her nails against my skin, causing goosebumps to rise. I felt like I was in heaven. It was way better than the dreams I've had about it before.

Jasmine sighs against my lips, which made me internally groan at the sound. I could only imagine, as I begin peppering kisses on her face. Giving her time to breathe. Kissing the pulse on her neck before returning to her lips. She sticks her tongue into my mouth making me groan. She was gonna be the death of me.

We pull away and I stare at her wet lips, that we're slightly swollen. She looked so pretty right in front of me.

"We're gonna be in so much trouble." She mumbles rubbing all on me.

"Fuck it."

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im sorry this took so long :/