Yung' x Trigga Imagines

Home Invasion - T.A.N

(Authors Note : I tried to make this different from the others lol. But Jazzy, hope you enjoy this imagine)

Jazz

My body shook violently as we stood outside his house. I silently hoped no one could sense my fear, especially Jarrell. 

"Whatchu shaking for? Calm down, you making me nervous," he demanded, glaring at me.

I couldn't stand him honestly, but I didn't get to choose who I worked with. Rodney, my boss, assembled our group of four. It consisted of Kayla and her brother Keegan, and Jarrell and myself.

"Leave the poor girl alone, she's not quite used to this yet. Let's not forget when you pissed on yourself the first time you robbed someone," Kay announced. Jarrell's face turned bright red as we chuckled at his embarrassment.

Her jokes helped me calm my nerves and get ready for what I was about to do. I would've never imagined that at 18, I'd be engaging in illegal activities. But my daddy needed my help, and the bills can't pay themselves. He'd be disappointed if he knew what I was up to right now though.

Keegan clasped his hands together. "Aight y'all, the man that owns this house is crazy rich. When we get up in here, grab EVERYTHING in sight, understood?"

Everyone nodded their heads except for me. This is so wrong, but my pride won't allow me to walk away and be called a punk. I checked the house out one more time. There wasn't any cars in the driveway, meaning that this guy isn't home. I really wanted to know what his name is, but earlier Rodney told me that the less we know, the better.

I followed the group around the back of the extravagant house. Jarrell picked the lock on the patio door and rushed in to disarm the alarm before the police could be alerted. Everyone parted ways as I stood there, unsure of where to start. Eventually, I ventured towards the living room in search of any hallways or stairs. 

After passing by a few vacant rooms, I came across a large cracked door at the end of the hall. Peeking inside, I saw a luxurious, California King Bed, with cream colored furniture. This had to be his. I rushed all the way inside and grabbed all of the chains off of the dresser, stuffing it into my bookbag. The closet, I reminded myself, making my way over there. The inside of it looked like a mini mall. The things I would do to live like this. At the back of the closet was a safe built into the wall. I smiled. Jackpot. As I took out the necessary tools to pop the lock, my phone vibrated in my pocket.  I opened the message.

Jarrell :Lets get the fuck out of here. Someone just pulled up. Grab what you can and meet us round back. 

I started sweating as I made a beeline for the door. Once I made it down the hallway, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Shit. Shit. Shit. If this man finds me, he could have me sent to jail or worse.

Panicking, I ran back into the bedroom and dipped under the bed. Foolish right? But I couldn't think of a better plan. Seconds later, light filled the room and he stepped in, looking around. My heart beat boomed louder as he walked to his dresser.

"Yo, where my shit at?",  he whispered to himself. Why does his voice sound so familiar?

I heard him dialing a number and then silence. "Aye, Aug, come by man. I think I just got robbed....nah nigga ion know who did it. Aight, hurry up."

My eyes grew wide. Aug? As in August Alsina?! I bit down on my lips as he walked back out of the room, probably going to search the rest of the house. I thought about leaving from underneath the bed, even though my best bet would be to stay put. Fuck it. I grabbed the bag and opened it, putting all of his jewelry back. Fuck this robbing shit. Rodney just gone have to be mad. I creeped back into the hallway, careful not to make too much noise. I heard his footsteps in the kitchen, which meant going out through the back was out of the question.

I jogged towards the front door, thankful that his plush carpet silenced my feet. I carefully and quietly opened the door, coming face to face with a tall, brown skinned dude. August.

He gave me a suspicious look."Who you?"

I fumbled over my words as he eyed my all black outfit. Before I could make a run for it, he grabbed me and dragged me back into the house. My heart dropped.

"Aye brutha, I think I found the culprit!" He yelled, holding my arms behind my back. I held my head down, I was caught.

Heavy footsteps came in and stopped in front of me. Tilting my head up, I came face to face with my idol, Trey Songz.

"Damn," I mumbled.

Ain't this some shit? I've always fantasized about meeting him, but definitely not under these circumstances. I was stuck on stupid.

"So you think it's cool to run up in my house? I'mma ask you one time, and you bet not lie, where my shit at?" He growled.

I debated on playing stupid, but that'd just piss him off even more. "I'm sorry, Mr. Neverson. I-I put your chains back, but my friends got away with everything else."

He looked furious. "You too mufuckin pretty to be doing dirty shit like this. What made you do it? What's ya name?"

"My name is Jazzy. Please believe me, I  didn't wanna do it and I wouldn't have had I known this was your home. It was either this or be evicted from my house, so I did what I had to. I needed the money. I'm so sorry." My body warmed as I realized he'd just called me pretty.

His face softened and he ran his hands over his face and sighed. "I guess everything can be replaced."

Of course it can, you're filthy rich dude,  I thought, but I didn't dare say it. I was in deep water as it is.

I looked into his eyes. "You gone call the police on me?"

Aug looked between the two of us, still holding me in place. I wanted to tell him to get the hell off of me. He lucky he so attractive.

"Nah. Ima let you go."

I sighed in pure relief as Aug released my hands. "So what ya gon do wit ha', bro?"

I waited for his response.

Trey glanced at him and smirked. Aug returned the look and then whispered in my ear. "See ya later, Jazz."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. They did a handshake and he left. Trey put his attention back onto me, tracing my body with his eyes.

He chuckled. "You really too cute to be out here in these streets, it's not for you. Can't believe you robbed a nigga. Mama always told me to watch out for the pretty ones."

I blushed and looked back down. "Well like I said, I didn't have a choice. My daddy and I need to survive."

He rubbed his chin and looked off into space. "How bout you come live with me and be my maid?"

My jaw dropped, "You trust me to be your maid after what I just did?"

"I do. I think you've learned your lesson. But as for your lil friends, betta let them know if they come back over this way, they might not make it back alive."

I nodded and looked away.

"Why you keep doin that?" He questioned, coming closer to me until we were chest to chest. 

"D-doin' what?" I struggled to keep my emotions off of my face. Why is he so attractive?

"Every time I look at you for too long, you look away. You scared of me?"

I shook my head no. 

He began kissing along my jaw bone and neck. Is this real life?  

He laughed. "Good, cause you ain't gotta be scared of me baby. I'm just lil ole Tremaine. Now, get to cleaning," he whispered, leaving me where I was standing.

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Sorry if this sucks lol: /