"Damn, where is this cat?" JD said, waiting on someone in the park of Dawnwood. He sat down on a bench, waiting on whoever he was planning to meet that day.

He looked sketchy, almost as if he were doing something suspicious. He made sure no one was around.

Suddenly, a familiar Latina chick with hooped ear rings and a grey jacket sat next to him on the bench.

"JD." she said, not exactly looking at him.

"Nora." he replied, confirming that she was there.

"So, you got my money?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure. You got my stuff?"

She looked around, making sure there were no potential witnesses in sight.

"Sure. Here you go."

She then handed him a small, white object. He took a good look at it, making sure it was authentic enough for his needs.

"Ooh, this some fine craftsmanship." he said, admiring the pearl necklace she had given him.

"Yeah, it sure is. Top quality shit. It's better in your hands than mine." Nora said, happy that he approved.

"Alright. How much did you want for it?"

"You know what? For you, fifty dollars."

Damn, that's not bad for a necklace that's probably worth at least five hundred.

He then handed her a few bills, adding up to the fifty dollars.

"Hey, pleasure doing business with you, JD. I appreciate it." the Latina said.

"No problem, Nora. This will definitely be a great gift for Tiffany."

She got up, about to head out.

"Hey, if you wanna buy anything else, you can call me. I got plenty of goods." she said.

He chuckled, definitely considering it. Maybe next time, I could buy something better from her.

They both left the park after an "interesting" exchange.

Justin then made his way back into town, heading towards his suburban home, all while admiring the pearl necklace he had purchased as a gift for his loving girlfriend, as well as a foreshadowing to what would come later down the line.

As he was walking, still admiring the craftsmanship of the expensive piece of jewelry, he was stopped by a group of guys wearing red and black clothing.

"Hey, where do you think you're going, punk?" the one with a baseball cap and face mask said.

JD looked up, seeing where he was at. It looked as if he became so busy looking at the necklace that he had somehow winded up in the King's Quarter, a common place for parades and/or muggings in the city.

"Um, I'm just going home." he said, sounding a bit nervous.

"I don't think so, motherfucker." the man with a bandana said.

"Do you know who you're dealing with?" another one said.

Ugh, looks like a bunch of wannabe gangbangers.

"Enlighten me." he said, feeling like this was just a waste of time.

"You're dealing with the Krimson Kings. And that piece of jewelry in your hands looks pretty fuckin valuable. Would be a shame if somebody TOOK IT!"

Before he knew it, one of the gang members snatched the necklace right out of his hands.

"Give that back!" he yelled, not taking too kindly to this sudden occurrence.

"Ha, look at this pathetic little baby, Trevor!" the gangbanger with glasses said to the greasy-looking one with black hair.

"Aw, poor little baby wants his precious little necklace back. Oh!"

He clenched his fist, ready to get into a tussle with these punk-ass idiots.

I already have enough bullshit on my plate, the last thing I need is a bunch of assholes stealing the gift for my girl.

However, due to it being a one against six match, he was immediately jumped by the six guys on him.

"This is our fucking turf! You don't mess with the Kings!"

As he was being beaten senseless by the Krimson Kings, that soon came to a halt when a person wearing a black jumpsuit fired a shot at one of them.

"AGH!" the one with glasses screeched, being hit by the stranger's bullet.

"Harris!" another King shouted.

As soon as they saw the person in black, they immediately fled, dropping the necklace. The stranger picked it up and handed it to JD, who was still on the ground. He was bruised up, but he was just thankful that this mysterious person acted as some sort of bodyguard for this situation.

"T-Thanks." he awkwardly said, getting himself off the ground.

The stranger said, nothing, but rather removed their mask. The revelation was a beautiful woman with long, brown hair. He knew this person...

"N-NADIA?!" he said, surprised to see the Russian MILF being the one who saved him.

"Hello, Justin Dark. It's been too long." she said, greeting the 23 year old.

He scratched his head, still confused about what had just happened.

First, I get jumped by some gangbangers, then the big breasted Russian woman saves my ass. What is even going on anymore?

"I... I guess I should thank you for saving me. You didn't have to do that."

Nadia looked at him, knowing he was having a hard time.

"Why not? You would've rather taken beating?"

He shrugged, still surprised to see the Russian after so long. He then remembered something she had told him during their spooning "therapy session".

"I-I'm sorry..."

The Russian MILF tilted her head. "Sorry for what?"

"I-I'm sorry... For neglecting your sister. For not making amends with Milla."

She nodded, knowing what he had meant. It's been almost nine months since their last physical encounter. However, she knew what was going on behind the curtains.

"I'm sorry for breaking into your house."

As soon as she said that, he started making some connections.

"Wait, broke into my house? That was you?" he asked, wondering if she was the one responsible for the home invasion.

"Da. That was me. I was also at the bank."

I fucking knew it! Nadia's been spying on me for almost a year now. Damn, I could've guessed it was her and not some Waffleslam mercenaries. Better her than the ladder, I guess.

"So, what were you doing in my house?" he asked, wondering what that sudden home invasion was really about.

"I've been hearing numerous arguments between you and Ms. Maye outside of your house, but I couldn't understand. So, I went into your room and planted bug."

Ah, that explains why nothing seemed to be broken or missing.

"So, you planted a bug in my room?"

She nodded. "Da. And now, I know what's been happening in your relationship. You're having conflict with the Swire Brothers?"

Ugh, now Nadia knows.

"Conflict is an understatement. That egotistical shit head Stefano has been sending his mods after me. Ever since Aiko got that email, everyone's been pestering me because of it. So, Nadia. Don't worry about it. This is my battle to fight in, not yours."

The Russian MILF walked up to him, putting her hand on his chin. Just the feeling of this beautiful woman's hand caressing his face felt good, like lust radiated from this one person.

In that moment, he knew what he had to do. It was something he should have done long ago. Since Nadia saved his ass from the Kings, he figured he should pay her back.

"Can I go see Milla? I want to finally make amends with her."

The Russian MILF looked at him, surprised he finally wanted to visit her after all this time.

"Wait, what? You want to see Milla?"

"Yes. I figured that I've procrastinated enough, and since you just saved me, I think it's the least I could do. You told me she's been depressed ever since I cut ties with her, due to my transphobic past. Please, let me make amends with her."

The Russian MILF gave it some thought. I'm not sure about this. What if Milla lashes out at him? What if my family demotes me for bringing American into our home? I guess it couldn't hurt... or it will.

She took a deep breath, then let her words come out.

"Okay, I will take you to Loveimp Manor. Please, come with me."

Nadia led Justin to her car, which was solid black and had tinted windows. It definitely looked like something a spy would drive.

"Damn, why is everyone getting nice rides all of a sudden?" he asked rhetorically.

She drove him to the Loveimp Manor, which was home of the Russian family in the city. The moment JD saw it, his eyes lit up.

"Woah, it's so big."

"That's what she said."

Ha, that was funny. Of course she'd say that. Perfect timing.

The Russian MILF rung the doorbell.

"Eto kto?" a gruff man on the intercom said, speaking Russian.

"Eto Nadya. YA privel syuda druga." she replied.

"Oni nesut kakoye-to oruzhiye?" they asked, still speaking a foreign language.

Nadia turned to Justin, patting him in every single spot as quickly as possible, even the "sensitive" areas. God, she's a bit touchy today.

"Nyet."

"Spasiba."

The door unlocked and she escorted him into her large, fancy home. It was mostly occupied by a bunch of people wearing suits, some even had outfits resembling the soldiers of the Soviet Union.

This made him feel uncomfortable, like he was walking into a time capsule of a communist country. Two guys walked up to the Russian MILF, wondering who she brought into their home.

"Greetings, Madame. Who is this peasant you've brought in?" a man said.

"Vlad, Andrei, this is my comrade, Justin Dark. He's the one who dated the mistress years ago."

Vlad? Wasn't that one of the guys robbing the bank?

"Da, I see. Have you come here to get on your knees and apologize to our mistress?"

"Yeah, sure. If that's what it takes, then I will get on my knees and suck her dick." he said, being vulgar yet honest.

He was then led to a room upstairs. Much like the rest of the mansion, it was fancy.

"Milla? You have company." her big sister said, letting the 23 year old inside.

She sat there, not knowing who to expect. Milla didn't turn around.

"Milla? It's Justin..." he said, swallowing his courage.

The woman turned around, looking surprised to see her ex-lover in her room. She appeared to be both feminine with a hint of masculine, having pale skin and wearing a lot of makeup, as well as having red lipstick, a black Peggy-sue cut, and a beauty mole located on her right cheek. She was definitely an interesting person to look at, having a somewhat gothic, East-European appearance.

"Justin?" she asked, sounding more feminine than the last time they met. She's gotten practice.

"Milla."

She looked at him, not knowing what brought him here so suddenly.

"What brings you here?" she asked.

He sighed, ready to finally come clean about their past relationship that he messed up.

"Let me cut right to the chase: I just came here to say that I'm sorry for hurting your feelings. I'm sorry for not accepting you for who you are. And I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark. Last January, me and Nadia met and she told me about how you've been depressed ever since I basically ghosted you. I never made amends about that until now. I'm sorry, Milla, for everything."

"Justin... I forgive you. But, I still have so many questions. Why did you change your mind?"

He sighed, ready to confess more about his sexuality.

"It wasn't anything against you, okay? A couple of years ago, I was straight. I took a lot of pride in it, and was brainwashed by my family's religion. It clouded my judgement, even causing problems between me and another person named Lucy. But after I was admitted into... a place, I went through so much trauma, so much mental molestation, mind-altering, and a bunch of other shit that I changed my ways. I don't care what's in between your legs, okay? I just care about your personality. You're sweet, yet tough."

The gothic Russian smiled, happy that he seemed to change his ways.

"So, you don't mind me?" she asked.

"Not at all. People change, for better or for worse. In this case, it was for the better. It's like when you're a kid and you hate broccoli. Over time, you learn to love broccoli and put it in your alfredo every time. Weird analogy, I know. But you get the point."

"S-So where were you for the last two years?"

He let out another sigh. "I've been through a lot in the last few years. I went somewhere that did unethical things to people, made me neglect a lot of my friends. It can change a person, mold them into something that people wouldn't like. I'm a freak of nature, but I'm trying."

She walked up to him, giving him a smooch on the lips. Even though he was in a serious relationship with Tiffany, he knew that this was a long-time coming.

"Thank you, Justin. I'm glad you've made improvements. I hold nothing against you, comrade."

He nodded. "Y-Yeah. And I hope you find someone one of these days that'll except you for who you are. I'm in a committed relationship, so I can't exactly be with you."

She understood, not worried about that at the moment. All that mattered to her was that he finally made amends after all this time.

He looked at her, going into deep thought. He then reached in his pocket, remembering the pearl necklace he had bought from Nora.

I think... I think this would look better on her than Tiffany.

"Hey, Milla? Here." he said, handing the necklace to the gothic Russian.

"What is this?"

"It's a pearl necklace. I bought it for somebody else, but I think it would look better on you. Consider it a peace offering."

She looked at the beautiful piece of jewelry. She put it around her neck. It fit perfectly and looked good on her too.

"Perfect." he said, proceeding to abruptly leave the room.

Nadia walked up to him, holding the hand of a young boy.

"So, are you and Milla on good terms?" the Russian MILF asked, hoping they had made amends after so long.

"Y-Yes. We are. Me and her patched things up and she's happy now. I even gave her some jewelry that I was going to give to Tiffany."

He then noticed the boy holding her hand.

"Who's this?"

"Oh, this is my son, Peter. Peter, this is JD. He's a friend of your aunt."

The young boy waved, though looking a bit anxious. He looked to be about eight years old. I never knew Nadia had a son. Well, she is a MILF after all.

"Hey, you're my friend too, Nadia. I remember what you did on stage when we met at Lusties back in January."

"I'm just glad you made amends with my sister. Maybe now, she'll be a bit more happy. You know you're the only one she was ever with, right?"

"Really?"

"Mmhmm. There's so many close-minded people now. When they realize she's transgender, they act harsh and say offensive words. Needless to say, half of them have been disposed of." the Russian MILF said, implying she murdered some transphobes.

He felt a bit bad about this, but he also knew that there were still plenty of people that would be accepting of a person with both masculine and feminine traits.

I'd better not tell BroPapa. He fetishizes people like that. Scumbag.

"It was good seeing you again. I'm gonna head home now." he said, starting to make his way out.

"Wait, before you leave, I wanna have a talk."

He stopped, wondering what else Nadia could possibly want to discuss.

"What's up?" he said, proceeding to sit down with her in the main living room.

"Listen, I know what's been going on with you. I know you attempted suicide last month."

Ugh, I don't need any more pep talk from anyone. I've had enough of this shit. I'M FINE!

"I don't need any pep talk, okay?"

"I'm not here to give you pep talk. I'm here to make proposition."

A proposition? For what?

"Go on..." JD said, now interested.

"I've been keeping tabs on you and the numerous, what you call, trolls, that have been harassing you online. I know some of those people. They can be pretty destructive."

"So, what's your proposition?" he asked, not wanting to hear the obvious.

"If things get out of hand, I want to help you defend yourself. After what happened with those Kings earlier, you probably couldn't fight back if you tried."

Oh. she has no idea. I'm actually one stone-cold killer.

"I don't need your help, Nadia. They just caught me off guard, that's all."

"Regardless, if I see you in danger, don't get upset if I decide to lend hand, khorosho?"

"Y-Yeah, whatever you say."

He then got up and headed out of the Loveimp Manor, ready to head back home to Tiffany. He had enough action for one day, even though it was only supposed to be an exchange with Nora for a necklace, which he no longer had.

It still felt good to finally make amends with a transgender Russian after his conflicting past. But even that wasn't enough to save him from his own mental decline.

What the fuck is wrong with me? This is all my fault...