𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 | JJK 🏁

| LAP 33 |

Damn... I hate thinking about shit, let alone overthinking. But I gotta remind myself' what I'll be doing this for. And if this shit with Selena's gonna be worth it.

If they threw me in here last year, I would've fucked the brakes off of this girl for free. But now everything's all complicated. It's like having a girlfriend means everything I do now has consequences or something.

Selena's ass is really fat... But Shego's cool and she puts up with my bullshit. I'm just gonna have to imagine she's She. They both got dark hair... Same color eyes I think. Shego's lips are cuter though. Selena's look more ran through.

I drag my hand down my face and sigh before letting my back crash onto the single bed under me. Stressing over if I should fuck a girl with a big ass? This boyfriend shit might as well start taking my blood.

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Nicki spends the calm afternoon sitting alone in what was once Gatti's garage when the sudden hums of an engine grab her attention. A black Audi recklessly drives in and brakes with screeching tires, knocking over a trash can in the process as the driver's door flails open.

Nicki immediately leans away and winces when J slams the door shut behind him and throws his keys at her.

"A frying pan?! You got knocked out by a fucking frying pan?!"

"Look, you sent us to her house to jump her! We jumped her! Ain't my fault her dad turned up and wanted to be some fucking hero!"

Soon after, Chyna wanders in and wipes the sludge from her arms in disgust. Matching her expression, Nicki's face twists up.

"Ew bitch you stink."

"You think I don't know? How come they ain't leave you at the dump?"

Irritation only continues to brew J's face as he listens to the girls.

"Now that I got you both here, I wanna have a little meeting. Sit down."

"A meeting?" Chyna repeats. "What is this?"

"Bitch I said sit down. Ever since I snatched up this street, you two have been dragging me down. I've barely even gotten to do any of the shit I've been planning because YOU'RE lazy and YOU got whacked by a burger vacuum."

"Now how many times I gotta tell you? I. Tried."

"I. Don't. Care." J leans down to smile at Nicki sarcastically. "Do you think I put my trust in triers? You either do the job or you don't, and you two keep not doing the job. I need a team that's crazier."

"Okay so what? You want us to say we're sorry?" Chyna shrugs. J peers over as Nicki nonchalantly files her nails, leading him to glare.

"Agust may be used to hiring lazy bitches, but I'm not. I'm about to make some changes."

"Changes?"

As if on cue, a pair of heels clack their way past the orange cars outside and into the garage. The woman sports a zip-up denim jumpsuit that flatters her butt and cleavage, while her luscious ginger body wave bounces at the collar and brown frameless shades frame her eyes. Not to mention the silver from her belt and hoops create blinding lights as she chews some gum with brown glazed lips.

"What's up ladies?" She lifts her shades to bounce her brows once, her tongue pushed to the roof of her mouth. She's got a look in her eyes that's crazier than the man's beside her. Nicki and Chyna immediately straighten their postures with woven brows.