NIGHT RIDE. | 90s Imagines

Initiation - Jodeci.

The streetlights shone down Y/N's face, as she walked down the quiet road of an unfamiliar neighborhood, knowing she was being watched closely.

It was gonna be easy. Or least, that's what they told her. All she had to do was walk down the street, wait until she passed by someone and then rob the shit out of the unlucky motherfucker. And if they didn't have anything....

"Then you know what to do," she remembered DeVante saying before they let her out of the car, "It's simple shit."

If you asked her why she was doing this in the first place, her answer would be simple: she needed protection. And if she couldn't get physical protection, the bandana around her neck would do the trick. The Southside Reds weren't nothing to fuck with, and everybody on her block knew that - including the bitches that had jumped her not once, but twice. So if she needed to join a whole gang to finally feel safe in her own neighborhood again, then that's exactly what the fuck she was gonna do.

Y/N's eyes zeroed in on a small, hooded figure, and she swallowed apprehensively as she realized that it was a kid. He couldn't have been more than fourteen years old.

Her own hood was pulled up over her head to hide her face, and she began walking towards him, making sure not to be too obvious. As they neared each other Y/N tried to ease her breathing, the young woman's palms starting to get little sweaty.

Could she really go through with this? After all, it was a kid, and what did this kid ever do to deserve being jacked in the middle of the street? Absolutely nothing.

She had to make a decision, and she had to make it quick.

Her shaking fingers gripped the cold, rusted blade inside her hoodie's pocket. She licked her lips nervously.

Suddenly, she was close enough to see the fine details of this kid's face, and she let go of the knife hiding in her pocket as they passed by one another with no issue. He was young and babyfaced - there was no way she could bring herself to do this, and given how young he was, she doubted he had money or anything of value, which only meant one thing.

And as much as she wanted to join them, she didn't know if she could commit such a crime. Boosting clothes was one thing. Getting into fights was another. But murder? Now that was whole different game.

Y/N sat down on the curb with her head in her hands, knowing good and well that she was about to get the tongue-lashing of a lifetime. Or if they felt like it, the beating of a lifetime. The way those girls had jumped her would be nothing in comparison to way the Reds would fuck her shit up.

The jet black SUV that she came in pulled up beside her and she heard four sets of feet hop out of the ride, coming closer towards her until she finally picked her head up.

She stared up at them with big, terrified eyes as they said nothing, only staring down at her like she was the dirtiest, most unworthy person they'd ever seen in their life.

"You know you fucked up, right?" The one known as K-Ci asked abruptly in the midst of the tense silence.

"I - " her sentence was cut off by the sudden grasping of her arms, JoJo hauling her to feet and painfully wrenching both arms behind her back as Dalvin grabbed a handful of her hair and held her head in place.

"Are you fuckin' dumb?" He questioned as she struggled to get out of their grasps, eyes wide with dread as DeVante came closer to her, K-Ci lurking behind his shoulder with a sinister smile on his face.

"To think that I had a lot of faith in you, Y/N," he began, "You seemed like you were serious about joining us."

"I was - I mean, I am - " His finger pressed against her lips, making her shut up.