Ride or Die - An MB FanFic [Sequel to (N)JAD] [Discontinued]

Sabotage

Was gonna post this Friday but it got deleted. I didn't want to rewrite this, but I heard that you write it better the second time anyway. It also might be shorter because I changed some of it.  Sorry guys.

& if you didn't hear, I'm going through my cast lists. I'm not even gonna take the nonreaders out because I need the characters...but I might get rid of you ;3

Anyways...

Enjoy :$

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::Hayden's POV::

I glanced at the rest of the big, brown boxes before I went back to packing. I had decided to move again. Eventually, the rest of the kids working for me would need somewhere to hide out at and my house just wouldn't cut it.

Jewel walked in and grabbed another one of her zebra print suitcases. "So, how big is this next house?"

"3 floors, 6 bedrooms, 4 baths," I said, picking up some tape and taping the box closed.

"Nice," she commented, walking into the kitchen. "I'm making sandwiches. You want one?"

"Please."

"Kay," she sang. I heard the faucet turn on and abruptly turn off a couple of seconds later. Jewel came running back in, a frantic look on her face.

"Mom. She's outside."

"What?" I said, walking to the door. I opened it and in strutted Kristina, looking like she owned the place.

Jewel eased herself out of the room and looked through the kitchen window at us. I, on the other hand, stared at Kristina. She whipped her jet-black hair across her shoulder and crossed her arms.

"Well, I see you're moving out of this dump you called a house."

I gave her a fake smile. "And I see that that thing that you called a mouth hasn't been super-glued shut."

"You-"

"What are you doing here, Kristina?" I asked, getting irritated.

"You don't know?"

"No, that's kind of why I asked."

"I wanted to deliver a message."

"Well, where is it?"

She dug around in her purse and handed me a red slip of paper.

I unfolded it slowly. It read:

"Don't make this hard, Hayden. You know I always get what I want. Don't get yourself killed too." - King

"Bullshit," I muttered, ripping the paper in half. "You're a motherfucking traitor, Kristina."

"If that's the way you wanna put it."

I glared at her. "Get out."

"I-"

"Get. Out."

She threw her hands in the air and walked to the door, opening it. "Fine. But we warned you. I hope you die with the rest of them for what you did to me."

"You brought that on yourself," I said, slamming the door.

I unclenched my fists slowly, allowing the anger to roll off. We had no chance but to win. Everybody had to bring their A-game from now on.

Jewel stood next to me, her face vacant of any emotions. "What's the plan?"

"Tell everyone to meet at headquarters in 3 hours. This day off isn't going to run as smoothly as I thought."

"Right away, sir."

I pursed my lips and watched as Kristina's car raced down the street.

Traitors never live.

::Prod's POV::
{His Car}
(11:47 A.M.)

"Are we there yet?"

"No, Prince."

"Why not?"

"Because there is a such thing as traffic, now shut up and ride."

"Sassy ass," he mumbled.

"I heard that."

"And?"

"Sassy? Really, Prince?"

"Yeah sassy. As in bold."

"Why didn't you just say bold then?"

"Shh, you ask to many questions."

I gave him a blank look and then turned back to the road. Traffic was moving slowly, but surely. I didn't want to end up being the one getting hit today.

"Can we please change the radio station?"

"No one wants to hear your deathly hippified music."

"Well-"

"No. Eat your wheat thins or something."

He kissed his teeth and picked his phone back up.

"While you're at it, ask Fatou to drop you off at home. She said she's gonna be in the dance class today."

He nodded and went back to his phone.

*

[Half an Hour Later]

"We're here," I announced, hopping out of the car. I took a glance at the big, newly redone dance studio. It was a second home to me. Jacob got out and closed the door and we walked in together. Majority of the class was sitting on the floor doing stretches, which meant that they had already gone over what we were doing today. It was fine by me; I needed to get my mind off Tati moving away. I hope she's alright.

I sat next to Ashley, nudging her as I began to stretch. "What are we doing today?"

"We're supposed to come up with a dance to Bassline. The best group gets to represent Rise and Dance studios at a private performance next month."

I nodded. "Did you already choose groups?"

"Yeah. We saved a spot for you."

I smiled, standing up. "Thanks. Now let's get started."

*

An hour and a half later, we had half of our routine finished and were practicing the parts that weren't quite as easy.

I turned the music on and played it softly.

The wheels on the Bugatti go round round round
Tappahannock in V.A., yep, that's my town town town
If you wanna, we can do this girl, right now now now
You a model?
I got bottles, pour it down.
Yikes!
Aye, girl, tell me what you talk
Pretty motherfucker imma put you on the wall now
Aye, girl, you can get it all
Cuz I know you like the way my beat go, beat go, beat go, beat goo

I watched myself in the mirror, making sure everything looked good and it did. I ran through it one more time before our teacher, Mrs. Dublin, announced that it was time for the class to end.

We listened to her talk for a couple of minutes and then headed to our cars. I waved to Fatou as she walked out with Prince. She waved back and smiled, unlocking her car door.

I sang quietly as I put my extra dance stuff in the trunk. The new girl, Renee, walked up to me and tapped my shoulder, a shy smile on her face.

"Prodigy?"

"Yeah," I answered, turning around. I smiled at her, watching her curly reddish-brown hair blew gently in the wind. It was a nice contrast to her caramel skin.

"I was wondering if you could give me a ride home? I know you don't know me that well, but my parents can't make it today."

I nodded, opening my door. "Hop in."

She smiled again, walking to the other door and sliding in. "Thank you."

I pulled out of the parking lot. "No problem. So, uh, where do you live?"

"I'll tell you where to go."

I nodded. "Alright."

We road in silence for a while until I realized that I needed gas.

"This won't take long," I said, taking my wallet and getting out the car.

"It's okay, Prod."

I made my way to the building and walked up to the cashier.

"Can I get $20 on pump 6 please?"

I gave him the money and waited for him to key it in.

"Thank you," I said, accepting the receipt. Renee was standing behind the car, playing on her phone.

"Why'd you get out?" I called, exiting the service station and walking up the pump.

"I just wanted to stretch."

I nodded and began to fill the tank with gas. When I reached my limit, I put the pump back and got in the car, starting it up. Renee walked slowly to her door, but the car began rolling as soon as she reached for the handle. Confused, I tried to hit the brake, but it didn't work.

I looked up just in time too see the car  start rolling down a hill.

"Oh...shit."


::Alexandria's POV::
{Jamiya's House}
(1:12 P.M.)

"Miya, I'm hungry," I whined, rolling over on the couch.

She stopped what she was doing on her phone and looked at me. "And?"

"Make me a sandwich?"

"Nigga, I ain't your bitch."

"So what you're saying is that if you were my bitch, you'd make me a sandwich?"

"No, what I'm saying is that I'm nobody's bitch and that you hustle that ass to the kitchen and make yourself a sandwich."

I groaned and continued to lay there, staring at the ceiling. "That's no fun."

"I guess you won't eat then."

I shot her an exasperated look and she laughed. "The bread is on top of the fridge."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I mumbled, getting up and walking to the kitchen. I grabbed the loaf of bread and began the search for sandwich meat.

Hey Ms. Anonymous
Lately I've been reminiscin
On all our kisses and what we had, I'm kinda missin
You got me trippin
Cuz everything just been so different
And every time I'm in the heights, it got a nigga thinkin
What if she's better off without me just running abroad?
Does she got a new man or just waitin up on my call?
Can't figure it out, but I know that you my all
Funny how you took it for granted and then just called it off

I grabbed my phone and put it to my ear, the bag of bread in my hand. "Hello?"

"Hey, baby girl. What's up?"

I switched the phone to the other shoulder and set the bread on the counter, walking to the cabinet for a plate. "Trying to eat."

"As usual."

"Shut up, fatass."

"Stop looking at my ass, big ass."

"You wish you knew how to work this big ass."

"You wish you knew how to work this dick."

"Shut up, Chresanto."

He chuckled. "Look, Jewel told me to come scoop you up. We have emergency training today."

"Alright," I said, shoving part of my newly made sandwich in my mouth.

"Be ready in 10, okay?"

"Kay. Bye, boo. Love you."

"I love you too, Lexi."

I hung up the phone and put it in my pocket, picking up my plate and walking back to the couch. "I have to go, Miya. Tell Jay I said 'hola muffuckkaa.'"

She laughed and I plopped down on the couch, finishing my sandwich. "Will do."

I put the plate in the sink after I was done and grabbed my black ankle boots, putting them on. I gave Jamiya a hug and grabbed my Nike bag, slinging it over my shoulder as I walked out the door. I wanted to get a bag of candy before Chres got here.

I walked two steps and tripped, catching myself before I fell. "What the..."

"Stop moving, Alexandria."

I turned around to see 3 unfamiliar faces pointing guns at me.

I froze. "Oh..."

"Get her."

Two of them launched at me and I grabbed my bag, rolling over so that they hit the sidewalk. I stood up and hit a dead sprint down the sidewalk. I pulled my sleeve back and hit the "HELP" button on my charm bracelet frantically.

The girls caught up with me eventually, shooting with a practiced preciseness. One of the bullets grazed my thigh, ripping a hole in my jeans and sending a burning sensation up and down my leg. I looked down, saw that I wasn't bleeding and pushed harder until I saw Chresanto's car flying down the street. It stopped in front of me and I got in, but he sped off before I could even close the door.

"What just happened?"

"They...they tried to...kill me," I said breathlessly, opening the glove box, which held a first aid kit. It was a good idea to put it in here, if I do say so myself.

"They who?"

"Three girls. I think King sent them," I replied, bandaging my thigh.

He frowned slightly, but kept his eyes on the road.

The rest of the ride (which wasn't long because this nigga was pushing 90) was strangely quiet and I was relieved to hear some kind of sound when we got to HQ.

He parked the car in his usual spot and we both went inside, him to his gun station and me to poison control.

Deanna looked up from her code training. "Glad you could make it. We need all the training we can get before everything blows out of hand."

"What do you mean?" I asked, flipping through the book of poisons to find a useful one that I hadn't already mastered.

"He didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Chres, get your Belizean ass over here."

He looked over and raised an eyebrow.

"You heard me."

He sighed, walked away from his station, and stood in front of me.

"Now tell her."

I looked at him, half-expectant, half-confused. Why wouldn't Deanna just tell me herself?

"But you-"

She pushed him my way. "Go."

He kissed his teeth, but took my hand anyway. He led me to the back of the building where it was somewhat quiet. His expression had softened a little.

"What's going on, Chres? Why are you keeping stuff from me now?"

He looked me in the eyes. "I wanted to protect you."

"I can protect myself."

"Not when everyone's after you. You're the main target. Have you heard the story?"

I nodded.

"They want to take you from me. They think if they threaten you enough, I'll go to them and stop fighting against them. I know enough to destroy this whole thing...but there's another thing Dee wanted me to tell you."

He paused and bit his bottom lip, staring at the floor. "YourdadispartofKing'screw."

"What?!"

"Your-"

"No I heard you loud and clear, Chres! Why didn't you tell me earlier? I might get killed by my own father!"

"I'm-"

"Don't give me that I'm sorry shit, Chres! I don't-"

He cut me off, gripping my waist and pressing his lips against mine. He pulled back and just looked at me before saying anything.

"At the end of the day, we're all we have. Family and each other. I'm not even going to argue with you because now is not the time to break up especially over something like this."

He let go of my waist and walked off, leaving me to think.

I watched him walk off and sighed, leaning against the cold, metal wall.

My phone vibrated and I pulled it out of my pocket, glancing at the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Prod's in the hospital."


::Ray's POV::
{Home}
{4:11 P.M.}

I poked at my food, brushing it across the plate as my mom ranted. I was eating before she walked in, but she made me want to just drop everything and walk off. I tried my best to stare straight forward.

"Ray? Are you even listening to-"

"Yeah mom," I said dropping my fork and leaning on the counter.

"Look at me when I'm taking to you."

I ignored her and moved away from the island.

"You ungrateful little-"

"Shut up."

Her expression quickly changed as she looked at me. "What?"

"I said 'shut up.' I see why you and dad are divorced now, damn."

She walked over and slapped me across my face, harder than the last time. The sound made a faint echo through the kitchen as my hand flew up to my cheek.

I looked at her blankly and took two steps back. "Wow. Is this what it's come to? Hitting me after I say something that you need to hear?"

I shook my head, picking up my keys from the counter.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, Ray?"

"Away from you. I know where I'm not wanted. Call me when you get your shit straight."

I walked out of the door and jogged to my car, sliding in and putting my hoodie over my head. I pursed my lips as I took one last look at my house and then at the already-packed emergency clothes in my back seat. I could have sworn I saw my mom watching from the window, but I shook it off. I couldn't go back to her. At least, not now.


::Deanna's POV::
{HQ}
(5:35 P.M.)

I hummed to myself as I flipped through the file folders. We had finally finished the second half of our training and were all free to roam around until Hayden gave us the "OK" to leave. Well, except Jewel. Apparently, something went down with Kristina and Hayden needed her help. As long as she's not pushing up on Chresanto, we're good.

"Dee?" Alexandria asked, tapping my shoulder.

I put the folder back into place and turned around. "What's up?"

"Is my dad really a part if King's crew?"

I nodded solemnly, pursing my lips.

"Oh."

I walked over to her and gently rubbed her back. "It's gonna be alright."

As soon as the words left my mouth, the silent alarms sent flashes of red across the level of the house we were on. I half-ran to the window and looked up to see 3 more girls approaching the house.

"Alex, we gotta go."

She grabbed her jacket and slid it on in one swift movement. "What's going on?"

"There are some girls trying to break in," I said, hitting the emergency button. All the files began to sink into the walls, turning into ordinary bookshelves. I grabbed Alex and we ran to the elevator, where I fumbled with my bracelet. I warned everyone before I got to the 2nd floor and hit the emergency button. We went to the 1st floor right after, where everyone appeared to be normal. Hayden was turning off the alarm flashes.

I stood by the door and activated the weapon panel. Jewel stood next to me, looking out of the window. "Alright girls, if you want to live I suggest you take 10 steps back and go home."

They looked up, confused as to where the voice was coming from.

"I'll give you until the count of 10."

Two of them scrambled away, leaving the leading one at the door. She took a bobby pin out of her hair and stuck it in the lock.

"10...9...8...7..."

I watched her open the first door and stop at the second. "3...2...1."

I tapped a button and time bombs flew up, landing by her feet. She looked around frantically until they went off. I looked down as it blew.

"Damn," I said, finally regaining the skill to process words.

"Yeah. I wonder who she was," Chres said, stepping back even more.

One of the workers, Rita's, voice boomed across the speakers. "Member 0071, terminated."

Chres looked at me. "Who is member 0071?"

"Some chick named Vanessa."

He nodded. "That name sounds a little familiar."

"Ray's mentioned her once or twice."

"Yeah, but still."

I shrugged. "When you figure it out, let me know. I'm going home."

"Will do."

I walked over to my containment space and put my code in to get my keys. "Bye guys," I said, walking out.

I was careful not to touch the stones that could release bombs as I looked around for her body, but I had to give up soon.

The body was gone.

*

"Hey, Mom, Dad. I'm home."

"Hey honey."

"Hey sweetheart. How was your day?"

"Fine, dad," I said, hanging my jacket up. Sure, it was hot, but headquarters was as cold as if hell would have frozen over. "How was yours?"

"Same old, same old."

I nodded and walked up to my room where I kicked my boots off. As soon as I was about to change into my sweats, there was a knock on my balcony door.

I waited to hear it again, just in case my mind was playing tricks on me. When I heard it the second time, I went to the door and was able to find a dim outline of what looked like Ray. I slid the door open and he came in with his hands in his pockets and his hoodie pulled up on his head.

"Hey."

"Ray, what are you doing here?" I asked, feeling his forehead. "Are you sick?"

"Of course not, baby."

I stared at him for a while to see if he was lying, but he wasn't. Another thought popped into my head.

"Take off the hoodie, Ray."

"Dea-"

I shot him a look and he sighed, taking it off. His cheek was red and a little swollen and he had faded, but still visible bruises on his arms.

I moved towards him slowly, touching his arm. "When did this happen?"

"Yesterday night...and again a couple hours ago."

I looked him in his eyes. "You can't stay at home if this is what's going to happen to you, Ray."

He looked down, his hands back in their familiar position. "I already left."

"Where are you gonna stay then?"

"I honestly don't know."

I sighed and took his hand, leading him to my bathroom to clean him up. I sat him on the toilet and rummaged through the cabinet.

"Deanna?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

I smiled a little, opening a bottle of peroxide. "No problem." 

I grabbed a face cloth and began to go over his face with it.

"Deanna!"

"Yeah," I called.

"Dinner's ready!" 

"Yes sir," I answered, finishing Ray's face. I put the peroxide up and washed my hands. "Have you eaten yet?"

He shook his head.

"I'll be right back then." 

"Hurry back." 

I looked back at him and chuckled, stepping out of the bathroom and walking to the kitchen. I fixed Ray's plate first and ran it to him before putting anything on my plate. My dad stated at me like I was crazy.

"What?" I asked, pretending to be confused.

"Didn't you just get a plate?"

"No...what are you talking about, Dad?"

He just shook his head and poured himself some Coke. "I must be imagining things."

I nodded, laughing a little. 

He left the kitchen and I hurriedly poured two glasses of lemonade and took my food to my room. Ray had already started eating. 

"You don't eat together?" 

I shook my head and gave him a glass.

"Why not?" 

"It's just not something we do."

He nodded and took a sip of his lemonade.

I looked at the TV and grabbed the remote to find a movie to watch. 10 minutes later, we settled on watching the Avengers again. 

Ray moved next to me and wrapped his arms around me, putting his chin on my shoulder. I turned to him. "What?" 

"I missed you."

I chuckled. "You're sitting right next to me, fool."

"No, not like that."

"Then what do you mean?"

He moved one hand to my cheek and kissed me softly, pressing me against the wall. I pulled back first and touched my forehead to his, a smile on my face. "You can stay here tonight."

He laughed a little. "Good, because my bag is on the balcony."

"Oh, so you just knew that I was gonna let you stay?"

"No, but I was hoping." 

I rolled my eyes and he pecked my lips, smiling again. "Your lips taste like fries, babe."

"...you're lucky I like you." 

"I know." 

His smile twisted into a subtle smirk. Still, it was nice to see him smile for once when I knew what was coming. He was part of the plan and now we both had to be on our toes because wherever there is a new relationship, there is almost always an ex knocking at the door. And this time, the ex is crazy. 

Really crazy. 

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Lyrics: 1. "Bassline" - Chris Brown

2. "Thinkin' Bout U" - Diggy & Bei Maejor