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Chapter 2: The Crew
I pulled up to the club slowly. I hated jobs like this, the ones where I got separated from the group. I never knew whether or not the boys had been caught or not. I was relieved to find Gordon's Range Rover, Jesse's motorcycle, along with John, Jake, and A.J.'s cars in the parking lot. Another successful heist…
I pulled into the spot next to Jesse's bike and got out of the car. I headed into the club with my head held high and a determined look on my face. Now that I knew that the guys had gotten away safely, I could focus on my plan to do semi-permanent damage to Jesse's body for his "act". As I marched into the building, I took in the familiar setting. Hardwood floors, amber and blue lighting, a black upright piano; this was a classy club.
"Hey Baby Girl!" I turned to face A.J., who had greeted me. He was seated at the piano, no surprise, smoking a cigarette and wearing his signature fedora.
I smiled at him. "Hey A.J., everything go good?" I asked him for reassurance of what I already knew.
"Yep" He nodded while taking a puff on his cigarette. "Try not to be too hard on Jess, though." I opened my mouth to question exactly how he knew what I was up to. "You have that look on your face. The 'I'ma kill Jesse' face."
I frowned. I didn't realize I had a face. "Well, he shouldn't have been so rough with me…I'm delicate."
"That's not what I heard." He stated under his breath, but I heard him. My eyes widened and I began to storm up the stairs. Jesse Attica was in trouble. "Baby Girl wait!" A.J. went after me, but I started running. Soon, he had caught up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me up.
"A.J. put me down!" I said with a squeal and a giggle. For some strange reason, I liked A.J. the most out of all the guys, minus Jesse, of course. He saw me as a little sister and was just as carefree as I was, but I knew that he was a tough guy on the inside. After a few steps, we had made it to the second level of the club. I, of course, was fighting A.J. all the way. Being man-handled was not fun, despite my laughter.
A.J. put me down as soon as we got upstairs, or maybe that was because we came face to face with Gordon and John. "Baby Girl…" Gordon addressed me in his British accent. "How did things go after we left the bank?"
I shrugged indifferently, despite the fact I knew three possibly judgmental pairs of eyes were on me. "Fine, I got interrogated, but I handled it."
"What does that mean?" John questioned me stepping forward. "You 'handled it'?"
I rolled my eyes. "I didn't dime you guys out, if that's what you mean." I scoffed and tried to push my way through them. John grabbed my arm. "What?"
"What did you say to the cops, Baby Girl?" Gordon asked, looking down at me. "We just need to make sure you didn't say anything that might get us caught."
I scoffed again and jerked away from John. "I told them that the security guard left me down in the vault and then I was captured by the robbers, but I couldn't remember any details because I was too traumatized from the experience. Then after an hour and a half of badgering, they let me go." I sighed. "They didn't even question why I was in the vault." Despite all the training I had to go through to even be considered a part of the crew, they didn't completely trust me. I was a trained gymnast with a theatre background. I had become whoever I needed to be to get the three heists I had participated in done successfully. Yet, they still questioned my abilities.
"And they didn't question who 'Aubrey' was?" John questioned again, his blue eyes piercing into my dark brown ones.
"No." I said confidently. "We didn't go through all that work to come up with a persona to get me a job at the bank to have it all fall through. I know what I'm doing."
Gordon and John exchanged a nod and headed downstairs. A.J. and I exchanged a knowing look, while I sucked in a deep breath. A.J. pulled me into a hug. I loved him; sometimes it felt like A.J. was the only one outside of Jesse who understood me. A.J gave me a peck on the head and let me out of the hug. "Go easy on Jesse… he loves you." With that, A.J. walked back downstairs.
I started to open the door of the room Jesse and Jake were in, but I stopped. I paused to think about what A.J. had said, considering going easy on Jesse. Then, I caught a part of Jesse's conversation with his brother. "I'm not going back. I've been in juvie and I'm not going back. I'm not going back for you and I'm certainly not going back to see Dad."
I sighed. I knew immediately what Jesse and Jake were talking about. They had this conversation more than enough times. Jesse was adamant; he was not going back.
"How about we built him a house, then?" Jake suggested. I pressed my ear against the door to hear their conversation better, but I still didn't hear Jesse's response. I still knew it was positive from Jake's reaction. "Good." I heard footsteps approaching the door and I pressed my back against the wall. Jake came out; he noticed me immediately.
He gave me a look, not a judging one nor an angry one. He was begging. Without saying a word, I knew what he was asking. I gave one sharp nod. "I'll talk to him." Jake breezed past me, leaving me to the task I had just promised him.
I walked into the room. The shelves filled with books; the bar filled with bottles, but I knew neither of the men who had just occupied the room had been drinking. Jesse was sitting by the coffee table, sorting bills; probably differentiating between marked and unmarked.
I stood in the doorway for a few moments, waiting for him to notice me. Finally, he spoke. "No." This was the only word he spoke.
I folded my arms across my chest and sighed. "Jesse, he's your father."
He paused from his money sorting and raised an eyebrow at me. I held his gaze for a few seconds before he turned his attention back to his work. I could hear the bills slapping together. "I don't care. I'm not going back."
I sighed and crossed the small room to stand beside him. "Jesse, I know going to visit your father in prison is the last thing you want to do, but outside of Jake he's the only family you have… don't you want to spend time with him?"
"No."
I held back a groan. "Hopefully, you'll see one day. Honestly, I have one person in my family and because of my 'occupation' I'm not allowed to have any communication with him at all. I'd give anything to trade places with you, Jess." That did it. He made complete eye-contact with me. This time it was not out of spite, but of love, compassion, and sympathy. He set the bills he had in his hands down and grabbed my hips. He pulled me closer to him until I fell into his lap, straddling him.
His eyes still smoldering, he reached out and grasped my lips in a passionate kiss. This is why I loved him. I melted into the kiss, meshing my lips into his, trying as hard as possible to conjoin my body with his. "I'm sorry, Dee." He whispered against my lips. He was apologizing for being stubborn; he, of all people, knew how much I missed Delonte. My older brother had raised me; I hadn't seen him in nearly three years and he had a year more of his seven year sentence. I missed him dearly.
Jesse captured my lips into another kiss. I responded, but not as fiercely as before. Suddenly, I remembered why I had come up here in the first place. I tried to pull away. "You're making it very hard to remember I'm mad at you."
Jesse laughed while he trapped me into another kiss. "You're mad at me?"
I nodded. "For several reasons." His tongue slid across my bottom lip, I bit back a moan.
Jesse chuckled. He was enjoying this. "Is that so?" He questioned before kissing me again.
"Mm-hm" I answered but it came out as a moan.
Jesse smiled, pulling away from my lips and turning his attention to my neck. He placed several heat-filled, open mouthed kisses at the point where my neck and collarbone meet. I tilted my head back to give him better access. Instead of taking this opportunity to kiss me some more, he began nibbling on my neck. Damn him, he knew that was my spot. I let out another moan and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body closer to his.
Jesse stood slightly, affectively wrapping my thigh around his waist while trapping me into another heat-filled kiss. I returned the kiss eagerly. I moaned again; I could feel Jesse's arousal pressing into my inner thigh. Soon, my head made contact with the coffee table, splaying the bills everywhere. Not breaking away from the kisses, I pulled Jesse's body closer to mine, if at all possible. His hands were roaming under my shirt. Coming to my senses, I pulled away. "Jesse, we have to stop."
He groaned, placing a kiss on my neck, almost making me change my mind. "Why?"
"Because…" I bit back a moan as Jesse continued his assault on my neck. "I think G would be furious if we had sex on the money."
He pulled back and stood. "I think you're right." He pulled me up to a standing position. I fell into his chest… well upper stomach, as he stood six foot two.
I wrapped my arms around his torso, giving him a hug. "Later… maybe." I smiled and sighed contently, taking in the smell of his Axe Dark Temptation Deodorant spray. "I have to go home, so I can shower and change… look for a grad school."
He sighed, bending down to kiss my forehead. "Okay, then." He took my hand in his, lacing our fingers together. "I'll walk you outside."
As we made our way down the stairs and outside, we caught sight of Jake and his girl, Lily. They were locked in somewhat passionate embrace, not unlike the ones Jesse and I were just in. I frowned.
Jesse noticed. "What? My brother isn't allowed to date?"
I laughed. "No. It's still weird to see Lily with anybody other than Ghost."
Jesse frowned. "She's happy with Jake though, and she makes him happy. Judging by the way they're acting she said yes." I looked up at him confused. "Jake was gonna propose."
I nodded. It made sense; they had been together for nearly four years. "Come on." I pulled Jesse along, rushing past Lily and Jake and out of the club. Once outside, I leaned against the hood of my car. I sighed deeply.
Jesse looked down at me, his brown eyes confused. "What?"
"I hate that I cannot be mad at you."
He laughed. "I think that's a good thing. Nobody wants to face your wrath. Why were you mad at me in the first place?"
I looked at him like he was stupid. Did he really just ask me that? "The bank."
He rolled his eyes. "Come on babe, you know that was just an act."
"Really?" I faced him, glaring up at him. "The chokehold and the gun I could understand, but dragging me up the stairs and then practically throwing me on the floor! Not okay."
He sighed, taking both my hands into his and lacing our fingers together. "I'm sorry. I didn't do those things to hurt you, you know that." He placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Forgive me?"
I looked up at him and sighed. How could I not forgive him? His naturally strawberry pink bottom lip was poking out and his brown eyes were wide with a child-like innocence. I sighed again. "Yes."
He smiled, my favorite smile, large enough to see most of his teeth, but small enough to portray a sense of humility. He bent down and kissed me. "I love you."
"Love you, too." I turned and got into the car. Soon, I sped off, blowing Jesse a kiss as I disappeared into the horizon.
