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"Wake up!" Natasha shouted.

She repeatedly began shaking, causing me to sit up.

"What?" Damn my back hurts." I said.

"I tried unchaining you, but Young has these things on good." She said.

"I literally told you not to worry about it." I said.

"And I told you my injuries are fine." She clapped back.

"Anyway, I'm not surprised by them being hard to get off." I said.

I glanced over to where Owen was. He hadn't moved since the last night. However, what he said replayed in my head.

"Sometimes I wish I was out of this gang life."

I snapped out of thoughts when I saw him getting up.

"Morning." I said.

"Did Young come back down yet?" He asked.

"No." I said.

Owen moved back, laying his head on the wall, and closing his eyes.

"Owen." I said.

"What?" He asked.

"What's Young's real name?" I asked.

"Why." He said, glancing over.

"Because I realized none of you say her real name and I'm tired of calling that bitch Young." I said.

"I don't remember it." He said.

I raised my eyebrow, eyeing him.

"Me and my mom have been calling her Young for almost her whole life. Only she knows her real name." He added.

"You suck at being her brother." I said.

"Excuse you?" He questioned.

"You know little about your own sister." I said.

"I don't need to hear more smart comments from a cop's daughter." He mumbled.

"Well, damn..." Natasha whispered.

I gave Natasha a side-eye before turning my attention back to Owen.

"Ok and? You act like that is going to affect me every time you say it." I said.

"It will because if Young kills you and your parents, kill her. If your parents kill, I will kill you." He said.

"Are you trying to say I'm the effect of all of this?" I asked.

"Damn straight." He said.

I shook my head, turning my attention somewhere else around the room.

"Technically, it is your fault, Owen." Natasha stated.

"How?" He asked.

"Sasha made one minor mistake, and you kidnapped her because of it. Since she has been here, you have been less focused on the task at hand, focusing on your little gang." She explained.

"Preach please." I mumbled.

I felt Owen stare over at me, which didn't bother me one bit.

"You need to get a hold of your sister before this goes any further." She said.

"So much talk, coming from a hoe." He mumbled.

"The hoe who didn't give you a piece ever since I pleaded outside in front of everyone?" She questioned.

I looked over at her.

"You didn't fuck him?" I asked.

"No, because that isn't a part of my job to be doing." She said, smirking.