Rob gave a gaping yawn in the passenger seat. Jimin gripped the steering wheel as he glanced over at the sleepy-looking man.
“You didn’t have to come along,” he said coldly. Rob grimaced.
“Are you still angry about yesterday?”
“Oh, so you do know that you did something wrong.”
“It was just a harmless joke,” Rob insisted.
“You’re the worst,” Jimin said, still looking ahead. “Trying to get a guy to sleep with you by bragging about your size.”
“But you enjoyed the kiss, right?” Rob smiled.
“Sure,” Jimin said curtly. “But that was the last time. I like you, but not romantically.”
“I think it’s too early to decide. I’d like to have sex with you, if I could. Then, once V and I are on equal footing, I’d like to ask who you prefer.”
“I don’t know where you get that overblown confidence. ―Hey, what the hell, asshole!”
The last interjection was not directed at Rob, but at the red pickup truck in front of them that had braked suddenly. The road was wide open in front of them, but the pickup continued to roll along slowly.
“What the hell is wrong with him?”
“He’s distracted. Look, a police car’s pulled over someone in that lane.”
“Pull over on the shoulder if you want to spectate,” Jimin grumbled. He honked his horn and floored the gas as he passed the pickup. Their Camry continued to accelerate as it glided onto the ramp that connected the Pasadena Freeway to the Interstate 5. Taking the I-5 southbound would take them to the west end of East LA.
“Jimin, you better watch your speed. There’re cops swarming around this area.”
“They’ll let me go if I say I’m chasing a perp.”
“Jeez, no wonder everyone hates the FBI.”
“How convenient. I hate them, too.”
The two had been like this since morning. Although they appeared as if they were in a bad mood, neither of them were serious. Rob had sensed Jimin’s awkwardness and was playing along to hide his own embarrassment as well. Jimin was inwardly grateful for Rob for going along with him.
“So what kind of guy is Libera? If he’s the boss of a prison gang, he must look pretty scary, huh?”
“He’s got a presence, but he doesn’t go around intimidating people or acting arrogant. He’s a really good guy.”
Jimin had gotten Neto’s address from Gasly when they met at Schelger Prison. He had figured that Neto, having been the leader of a large street gang in the past, might know something about the Chicano gang Ara Roja that Nathan dealt with.
Jimin had also gone to the LAPD for information. Apparently, the Ara Roja were all but decimated in a gang dispute last year, and the police were no longer on the lookout for them. That meant they no longer had tabs on the senior gang members’ whereabouts.
“Even a good guy like him is bound to treat you differently once he finds out you’re FBI, though, don’t you think?”
“I have no idea.”
It was a nagging concern for Jimin. Although Neto no doubt valued his friendships, there was still the possibility that he would turn a cold shoulder once he found out that Jimin was connected to the police. Jimin made sure he was mentally prepared to be turned away.
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Jimin Lennix, a former DEA investigator was arrested by a false accusation of killing his own partner. The FBI agents gave him a special deal, to look for a particular criminal hiding in the same prison. By the time he was detained in th...
