She pants, wiping her face. Huey was a relentless teacher. "You aren't giving up, are you?" He says, taunting her. She closes her eyes and shakes her head. She looked at him and sighs. It seemed like he didn't even break a sweat.

"Nope. All your hopes of getting rid of me are void until someone dies." She responds, causing Riley to laugh.

"Alright, I think that's enough." Riley says, still smirking. "I think she deserves a break."

"What? No, I'm fine! Just a little water and I'll be good." She says, wiping her face. Riley turns to her and raises an eyebrow.

"You've been training with this nigga since dawn. It's 12 in the afternoon. I think you need a break." He says, and Huey checks his watch.

"He's right." He mutters, and Harmony looks around.

"Wow." She says, running a hand through her brown hair. "I didn't even notice."

"Yeah, cuz you crazy muthafuckas wanna fight until one of you pass out. Like last time." Riley says, crossing his arms and giving a stern look at Huey. "And I told yo ass not to let her do that shit."

"We got carried away." Huey says, crossing his arms. "Why are you acting like the adult here?"

"Because, Harmony is my responsibility, remember?"

"Our responsibility, idiot. We took her in together. Just like how we run this together?"

"Yeah, well the last time we took in a Jackson, he died." Riley hissed, walking closer to Huey. She looks down, the words hurting her heart. "I don't want a repeat of last time, so I'd rather us figure out the responsibilities like now."

"I'm not gonna die guys." Harmony says quietly, looking up once more. The two Freeman brothers were looking at her, and Riley sighs.

"I thought we promised not to argue in front of the children, Huey." Riley says, and Huey frowns, looking around for something to throw at him.

"Shut up Riley." He says, and Riley laughs.

"Well, once you take your break, we gotta teach you how to use a gun."

"What about my training?" Harmony asks, and looks at Huey, who shrugged.

"I think you'll be fine." Huey says. "You know the basics, so you'll be fine."

"Besides, we don't want another Huey McHater running around." Riley mutters and Huey cracks his knuckles.

"Well, a gun, huh?"

"Yeah. Since we dealing with these niggas, you probably won't have to do hand to hand combat. But you will probably have to dodge their bullets."

"I can dodge." She turns to Huey. "Right?" Huey shrugs and she sighs.

"Look, you gotta believe in yourself. If you think you can fucking dodge, then you can." Riley says, grabbing her shirt and pulling one of the sleeves down, revealing her shoulder. "You got this dragon right? You remember what this muthafucka means?" He says, looking into her blushing face. She pulls her sleeve up and nods.

"Courage." She mutters, and he nods.

"Now shut up and learn how to hold this fucking gun." He says, giving her a smile. She smiles back and nods. She turns to Huey and gives him a smile.

"Good luck." He says as she follows Riley out of the large room. He sighs and places a hand on his afro, thinking. Riley was right, surprisingly. But Harmony was different, and they knew it. She had a driving force, Lamar was just in it for the money. He was proud of Harmony and how determined she was to get these dudes, and he knew, that when she got them, it'd be a whole different thing.

"Alright, so first mission." Riley says, grabbing her waist and bending to her ear, knowing she could hear him over the loud music. "We come into this party, you lure the nigga out, and we ask him some questions."

"Is he one of the dudes who-"

"Nah, but he knows who."

"Wait, don't you know too? Why can't you just tell me?"

"Because I'm not sure. What you gave me and McHater was very vague." He says, and she narrows her eyes at him.

"Yeah, well sorry. Next time, I'll pay more attention to the niggas who did it and not my dying brother." She says harshly and Riley smiles.

"This is why we have taken you under our wing." Riley says, pinching her cheeks. She swats his hand away.

"We're the same age you know." She mutters, crossing her arms. He shrugs.

"Whatever. Now, this is what he looks like." He says, pulling a picture out of his pocket, showing her what seemed to be a mug shot.

"Where did you get this?" She asks, and he shakes his head.

"Prisons give out mug shots to just anyone nowadays." He says with a slight smirk. "Now, he just got out of jail and wants to party all night. You pretend like you wanna show him a good time and lure him outside to the alley. I'll be waiting." He says, before walking off.

"Wait!" She calls out, watching him leave. She curses and looks down. Well, now she knew that her putting on a strapless form fitting dress wasn't just for Riley's pleasure and for business. She exhales and weaves through the crowd, wondering where she could find him. "Well, the bar would be a great place to start." She mutters, and walks to the middle of the club.

She smirks, muttering a quick "Bingo." and walks over to him, draping an arm on his back. "Hi there." She purrs, leaning close into his ear.

"Who are you?" He asks, his eyes drawn to her cleavage, making her shudder in disgust. She really didn't want to do this.

"My name is Alexandra." She says, biting her lip, trying to look sexy. "I really want to get to know you better." He smirks at her, looking her up and down.

She was about 5'5", and was curvy. Her features were small and cute and her brown hair was in curls, covering some of the bare skin on her chest. He drinks in her curves, that had the attention all on them because of the white dress she wore. He licks his lips. "Tell me more." He says, getting out of his seat.

"Well, I want to, but it's too loud in here. Let's go outside so you can hear all about me." She says, grabbing his hand and leading him outside.

Him, none the wiser, allows it, letting her take him. When she gets outside and to a nearby alley, she stops, pushing her back against the wall and letting him come to her. He dives for her neck, pressing kisses to it as she winced with each contact. She feels his hands run up and down her body and almost sighs in relief as Riley cocks his gun back and pressing it against the mans head.

"Back away from the woman." Riley says, his voice low. Harmony closes her eyes as she feels the man take a few steps back.

"Whatever it is, I didn't do it." the man says, and Riley smirks.

"Oh, we know that Corey, but you know who did it." He says, and Corey's eyes land on Harmony/Alexandra, who had given him a glare and crossed her arms.

"You set me up, you bitch!" He growls and Harmony smirks.

"You should've known." She says. "So, shall we question him here, or shall we take him elsewhere?" She asks, brushing some of her hair to the side. Corey's eyes lands on the tattoo that rests there and his eyes narrow.

"So you apart of that shit." He growls. "Both of y'alls huh?" He asks, and Harmony raises an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Your tattoo. Just like all of those other gang members in the Dragons, huh? Y'all apart of that shit?" Harmony looks down, and smiles.

"Yeah, we are." Riley says, his hand tightening on the trigger. "And what are you gonna do? You in our territory, and you know it. Just how some of your niggas were in our territory when one of ours was taken from us a couple months ago."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Who killed Lamar Jackson?" Harmony asks, taking a step forward. She was angry, very angry.

"Lamar Jackson?" Corey asks. "I don't know shit." He says, and Riley closes his eyes.

"There was a nigga, who did our rounds. You all knew him. He narrowly dodged all of your attacks several time and successfully took all of The Brotherhood's clients and was working on y'alls, the bitch ass Demons. So you had some niggas to go and kill him. Who were those niggas?"

"I-I don't know. I was in jail at the time." He says, and Harmony closes her eyes, taking a step toward Riley.

"Give me the gun." She says, and he nods, handing it to her. She keeps it on him as she moves to face him. She stares into his eyes, the gun placed on his forehead. "Alright. You got one more chance before you die." She says, then takes a deep breath, saying the next words slowly. "Who killed Lamar Jackson?" She asks.

He looks at her, at her cold glare. He takes a deep breath and glares at her back. "I would never rat my niggas out." He says, and she raises an eyebrow.

"So you do know?" She asks, with a smirk and Riley walks to her. "Good thing you moved out of the way." She mutters to him, pulling the trigger and killing the man. She stares at the blood that splattered on the wall and her stomach churns. Her eyes travel down and she looks at the ground, at the dead body.

"Harmony, close your eyes." Riley says, pulling her away.

"M-move." She says, covering her mouth. He does and she turns away, throwing up on the opposite side of the dead body. She rests her hand on the wall and feels the stinging of tears fill her eyes. She closes them tightly and straightens up.

"We should go." He says, and she nods, letting him grab her hand and lead her to the car they came in.