Chapter 12: Sweet Thang

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A/N: You all probably wondering where I have been. Why I didn't update a story for so long? Why I didn't update this story for so long? Well, I have excuses, but they are pointless. One of them was in bed with the flu. Another is getting ready for school. Another was my job. Another was writer's block. And last but not least, I was procrastinating. Yes, I am guilty of procrastinating. I can't promise that the procrastination will stop, but I can promise that I won't desert fanfiction or Wattpad. Anyway, what better way to come back than update my most followed fanfic. Again, sorry for making y'all wait for so long; but thank you all for your patience.

Thank you: chimera12, YaoiLovinKitsune, Amberdeengirl17, and Guest for reviewing. Thank you readers for taking the time to read, favorite, and follow this story. You guys Rock! Anyway, here is the next chapter.

Warning: Mature Content ahead! All younger viewers turn away.

Song for this Chapter - Blow by Kesha (By the way, love her new single)

It was 6AM Tuesday. All the Bellas were asleep in their own beds...

Almost everyone.

Beca quietly came down the stairs, dressed in her normal pantsuit, carrying her black leather purse.

A sketchy van was pulled outside the Bella home, waiting for Beca to arrive. Beca hurried outside with a bagel in her mouth, stepping inside the passenger side.

Little did Beca and her ride know was that a taxi was a few yards away.

The goatee beard driver with hooded eyes watched the van's tires screech loudly as it sped away. (Picture him as Michael Rooker)

"She is on the move," he announced, clearing his throat.

Three girls raised up from their seats - Fat Amy, Jazz, and Legacy - dressed in black with pairs of sunglasses over their eyes. This was it. The morning to find out the truth. Beca was doing well in the beginning of the school year, but her lies, excuses, and sneaking around behind the Bellas' backs was getting tiredsome. Everyone knew that she was doing something shady. But what? Selling drugs, escorting perverts, raising a secret family? One way to find out.

"Let's rock and roll, pitches," Fat Amy announced, pressing her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose.

The taxi followed feet away from the van, carefully not to gain suspicion. The girls watched the van intently, guessing where Beca was going. They crossed stop signs, stop lights; but much to the girls' dismay, the taxi had to stop because of pedestrians. Specifically an old lady.

"We're losing them!" Legacy declared.

"Gee thanks, Captain Obvious! Never would've guessed," Fat Amy snapped.

Jazz groaned, watching the sweet lady taking her sweet time crossing the rode with a cane. "How about we get out and help her?"

The driver scoffed, "Don't matter with me. I am still getting paid by every second you bitches are in this car."

"Didn't we already pay you thirty bucks?" Legacy asked.

The driver chuckled, showing off his gaped teeth, "There is interest and tips, sweet thang."

Legacy frowned, wrinkling her brows in obvious disgust. She wrapped herself in her dark jacket protectively.

Fat Amy blew out air, fanning herself and shaking her clothing, "Whoo! Remind me next time to take the bus. I would rather puke than sweat under my hooters." She opened her jacket, revealing the pit stains on her arm pits and breasts. "Whoo! How did Melissa Mccarthy do it?"

"I'm pretty sure she wasn't wearing black in the movie" Jazz retorted.

"Whose idea was to wear this tight shit, anyway?" Fat Amy demanded, tempting to remove her shirt on the spot.

"Yours," Legacy replied.

Fat Amy glared Legacy with narrowed eyes, then rubbed her hand against her own stained armpit before wiping her sweaty hand at Legacy's cheek. Legacy pulled back against the car window in disgust.

"Love your smartass, Junk. Keep it up and you might receive better stuff than this," Fat Amy gestured the pit stains on her armpits.

The driver let out a laugh, "Your name is Junk?"

Legacy averted Fat Amy's gaze, refusing to know what Fat Amy meant by that. She volunteered to get out to help the old lady. The girls and the driver watched in horror as the lady whacked Legacy with the cane, screaming something gibberish. Legacy hurried back inside the car, shaking and holding her arm tightly against her chest.

"Are you okay?" Jazz caressed Legacy's shoulder in a sisterly manner.

Legacy nodded, rubbing her arm that will be sore in a minute or two. "Lesson learn. Never go near ladies with canes. They can be psychotic."

"Still getting paid by the second, here," The driver retorted.

"How are we going to find them?" Jazz asked.

"Here," Fat Amy tossed a phone that was turned on, not having to figure out a passcode to access it.

"What's this?" Jazz asked, analyzing the phone.

"Chloe's phone. She has this app that can track down our phones, and I do mean all of our phones."

Legacy and Jazz widened their eyes at Chloe's phone, then raised back at Fat Amy. Who knew that Chloe's obsession with the Bellas was questionably mental?

"Wait. If Chloe is stalking us, would she have known what Beca is up to?" Legacy went to the app to find the blinking dot on the map - Beca's phone.

"Not at six in the morning," Jazz retorted, couldn't suppress a nervous gulp that escaped her throat. "Hopefully."

Jazz looked close at the map to find that the van was turning in Hemphil Avenue. "Driver, turn around and take us to Hemphil Avenue."

"Hemphil Avenue?" the driver let out a laugh, "Sweetie, you have to move forward not back, unless you turn this car around and set it in reverse."

"But the old lady is in the way, taking her sweet ass time!" Fat Amy argued. "Are you blind?"

"Not my problem. I am getting paid either way."

"Well, let me tell you something, Dick h-!"

"How did you know my name?" the driver asked.

Fat Amy quickly dismissed that lucky guess and whispered something in his ear.

Dick widened his eyes, clearing his throat awkwardly, "Okay... How do I not know that you won't hold your deal when I take you?"

"How do I know that you won't take us if I keep my end of the deal?" Fat Amy retorted.

Dick paused, only to let out a laugh, "You are something, Lady. A real something!"

"Is there a way to get Hemphil Avenue?" Legacy asked.

Dick slowly nodded, "Yeah... There is one way." The driver shifted the gear in reverse, backing up with the tail hitting the front of a grey truck, earning honks from the driver. Dick turned the wheel to the left, going around the lady, but the side of the car hit the lady's hip.

The girls gasped as the old lady collapsed onto the road. Dick sped down the road, nearly getting hit by cars that nearly hit the collapsed ladies. Dick laughed, ignoring the honks and screams behind him. Legacy and Jazz held onto each other for dear life, wondering how fate brought them in a car with a maniac. Two maniacs. Fat Amy was complete opposite of her companions. She was encouraging Dick to drive fast, while sticking her body out the window, drying off her pit stains. Legacy leaned away from Fat Amy when her butt was dangerously close to the teen's face.

"Rest yourself, sweet thang," Dick cried over the girls' screams. "It's not like I have done this before."

Legacy and Jazz looked at each other with widened eyes. It was clear that their fates were sealed by psychopaths.

The taxi finally made it to the destination, leaving the two teens in the back shaken.

"Aw, quit being a bunch of sob sisters! We're still alive."

"Barely!" Jazz snapped.

"Whoo!" Fat Amy returned back to her seat, shaking her tight black shirt. "What a ride!"

"Glad you enjoy it," Dick turned to face the ladies. "Now where's my money and show?"

Jazz perked up at the scene before her, "Look, there she is!"

She and the girls lowered themselves at the floor of the car, while peering through the front seats. They saw the van parked near a small white-bricked building. No one had a clue as to what the place was. The van and tall grasses were blocking the view. The neighbor hood was small, nothing exotic or extravagant about it. The only thing interesting was the white van and two people inside it.

"What is it?" Legacy asked. "Is Beca still there?"

Fat Amy pulled out the binoculars, raising herself towards the roof to get a better look. "God, these people who make these should be fired. I can't see a thing!"

Jazz and Legacy pulled Fat Amy back on the ground to avoid being seen. Jazz snatched the spyglass from Fat Amy, flipping it around to show that she was looking into the thing backwards.

Fat Amy raised her brows, surprised to see how better the view was.

"What do you see?" Jazz asked.

Meanwhile, the driver was chuckling, mumbling how he was going to be rich.

"I see Beca. Still the car. Drinking her coffee."

"Boring! Next!" Jazz dismissed it. "Who is the driver?"

"Hold on..." Fat Amy zoomed, waiting for the driver to turn around and show his face. "Ew. Who the hell did his hair? It's like a haircut has gone wrong?... Though he's got style-"

Jazz snatched the binoculars from Fat Amy, "It's official. You are fired from Watch Duty."

"May - May I?" Legacy asked.

"Of course," Jazz handed her the pair, earning an eye roll from Fat Amy.

Legacy pierced through the glass, just in time for the man to turn. Her mouth dropped when the man revealed to be toffee skin, glasses, and (as Fat Amy put it) a bad afro cut.

"Do you see him?" Jazz asked.

"Yeah," Legacy confirmed.

"Is he cute?" Fat Amy asked.

"Fat Amy!" Jazz scolded, "You have a boyfriend!"

Dick whirled over his shoulder, raising a brow at the obese woman, "You were going to show me your hooters, while you have a boyfriend? Damn!"

The girls suppressed the urge to ask questions or meet Fat Amy's gaze in disbelief.

"I don't have a boyfriend," Fat Amy retorted with a disgusting look on her face.

"What about Bumper?" Jazz asked.

"What about him?" Fat Amy challenged. "We all know that we get down in bed, but there is nothing more than that."

"Friends with benefits," Dick scoffed.

"What?" Fat Amy raised a brow at Dick.

"Girl, you are all over the guy!"

"What?! No-No, I am not!"

Dick chuckled at her flushed face, "You are. Trust me, sweet thang. Friends with benefits don't work as planned. They might either lead to unwanted feelings (they claimed to be loved), only for me it would end up being extremely awkward. Or it will go down so bad that it will end up a custody battle of a pit bull and a forced check for child support."

Fat Amy rolled her eyes, "You are not my friend anymore."

Dick scoffed, "Trust me, sweet thang. We are never friends the longer you keep me in suspense for that show you promised me."

"Keep talking, sweet thang, and I might give you better than a show. How about a knuckle sandwich?"

Jazz face palmed, "Oh shit."

"Whoo!" Dick burst with excitement, "I got a feisty one in my roof. Now I am jealous of your boyfriend."

Meanwhile, Legacy was staring at the scene between the man and Beca intently. At first, they were talking and sipping coffee. Friendly, nothing romantic about it.

"Fat Amy, calm down," Jazz scolded her.

"He is not my boyfriend!" Fat Amy snapped. "That's not me! I don't do romance! My tastes are... singular."

Jazz furrowed her brows at Fat Amy's words, "Who the hell are you? Christian Grey?"

Dick cracked his chipped off smile, "I got a title for this one. Fifty Shades of Fat Ass!"

Fat Amy pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at Dick challenging, "Come over here. Let me show you how this Fat Ass does it."

"Well, I would, but I'm sure your boyfriend won't like it."

Fat Amy growled in frustration.

As Legacy was watching, the scenery in the car changed. The pair in the van looked down as if they spilt coffee or something. But it slowly came from friendly to horrifying as Beca leaned down out of Legacy's view, and the man's mouth formed an 'o' shape in surprise. Legacy's mouth matched the man's, which she covered with her own hand. She dropped the binoculars, made a gasp that drew attention from the others.

"Oh my... Oh-My-Aca-G! Oh-My-Aca-G!"

"Legacy?" Jazz asked with anxiety. "Legacy, what's wrong?"

Fat Amy took the binoculars to take a look. Her jaw, too, opened wide, nearly dropping the tool.

"Woah..."

"What?!" Jazz demanded. "What? What do you see?"

Fat Amy cleared her throat, thinking a way to explain this without making it awkward. Which was far difficult, because what they saw was nothing but awkward.

"Well, this shows that Beca has raw talents, and not just making music."

"What?!" Jazz snatched the spy glasses to see what they meant, ignoring the girls' protests. Her heart nearly gave out when the pair of blue eyes met the man's oohing face and clenching fists that dug into both front seats. Beca head was no where in her view, which Jazz was thankful. Watching Beca give a guy a blowjob, who was not Jesse, was like getting punched in the face by Pieter all over again. This was worse than being humiliated on national TV by Judge Judy. Worse than receiving broken nose and black eye. Worse than walking in on Beca and Jesse in bed buck naked. Worse than meeting her parents scolded faces.

She was watching Jesse's heart being smashed into pieces, and Beca was holding the mallet. How can Beca do this to Jesse, and with a guy with a bad haircut, of all people? Every second watching Beca's lover receive pleasure was increasing Jazz's urges to puke.

"Oh my god! I can't watch!" Jazz tossed the binoculars away, giving Dick a chance to watch with front row seats.

"Damn! She is giving that dude a real good morning!"

"Shut up!" Jazz snapped, coming on the brink of tears. She didn't want to hear this. She didn't want to figure out how to break the news to Jesse. Beca broke his heart, but his little sister will be the first one, since she's the only one who has to tell him. If the situation was different, and her brother caught her boyfriend cheating, Jazz would want him to be honest with her. Straight forward, no matter how many pieces of her heart will break.

Legacy pulled Jazz into her arms, hushing while caressing her back. "I'm so sorry, Jazz."

Jazz muffled her rant onto her friend's shoulder, "This can't be h-happening. Tell me this is just a nightmare."

Legacy shushed, gazing up at the driver to see that not only was he watching the pair through binoculars, but actually filming it with his phone. Her eyes widened in outrage.

"Are you kidding me?"

"What?" Dick asked with false innocence, "The kid needs proof for her brother, don't she?"

"Or maybe have something to look at on a porn site?" Fat Amy suggested.

Dick didn't deny the accusation.

"If you think about putting Beca's face in that kind of site-" Legacy opened her mouth and pointed the motherly warning finger at the driver, only to be interrupted by the driver.

"Relax, sweet thang," Dick cooed. "The guy's face is priceless. Give me a couple million hits on the market."

"Hey, wait, is that..." Legacy blinked, taking in the phone detail and not the video, "Is that new the Galaxy S6?"

"Nah. Only five."

"Lucky," Legacy waved her phone out, "Mine is only a S4. My mom wouldn't let renew my phone generation."

The oohing man continued to bang his fists against the seats. His face clenched like he was ready to burst. The van was shaking with him. How he didn't reach the breaking point yet was a mystery. He was so shaken. He lifted his legs against the steering wheel, honking the horn a few times. His long legs revealed his dark blue, skinny jeans. It questioned Dick the driver.

"Are you sure the pair are lovers? This guy seem gay with those skinnies."

"Why isn't he coming yet is the best question," Fat Amy grumbled.

Jazz pulled away from Legacy, casting a look to Fat Amy, "Are you freaking kidding me, Amy?!"

"What?" Fat Amy asked with innocence.

"Why would you ask that?!"

"I'm just saying. Those two have been going at it in five minutes. I blew up Bumper under thirty seconds."

"Oh my..." Legacy looked away, wishing that she had the power to close her ears.

"That is disgusting!" Jazz snapped.

Dick chuckled, "I like to see ya try."

Fat Amy smirked, "Come over here, and I will show ya."

Jazz burped, placing a hand over her mouth. Legacy and Fat Amy quickly leaned away from the dancer, keeping themselves out of puke range. Fat Amy already suffered once with Aubrey, and she was lucky that there was plenty of room to run away. They were currently in a tight fit taxi. No escape other than blowing their cover.

"Don't even think about it!" Fat Amy warned.

"Hell no!" Dick joined in, while keeping his eyes on the couple, while slyly humping against his seat. No doubt trying to relieve himself from the tightness of his pants. "You puke my shit, you'll puke me another hundred!"

"Another hundred?!" Legacy cried.

Jazz jiggled the door, trying to get out. Her hand was over her mouth. Fingertips spread wide, not covering the opening well. She will puke at any moment.

"Jazz, chill out!" Fat Amy commanded.

Jazz repeated her words in a muffle. She paused for a moment, until she swallowed the unwanted bile, regaining composure. Almost.

"Chill out?!" Jazz repeated in disbelief. "I am stuck in a sweaty taxi, early in the morning. Watching my brother's girlfriend giving a guy with bad hair a blow job, while our horny driver is filming and touching himself!"

"I am not!" Dick argued, waving his occupied hands in the air.

"I can't do this!" Jazz gagged, placing a hand over her chest, "I gotta get out!"

"You can't! Or else Beca will know that we're here!" Legacy argued.

"So what?! I'm not going to stand by and watch this a second longer. I don't want to see that guy blow up!"

Finally. The guy in the driver seat relaxed, along with the van and Dick the Driver himself. Everything calmed down.

"Too late for that," Dick grumbled.

Legacy and Fat Amy peered through the windows by Dick. Jazz was too shaken and disgusted to watch anymore. The other guy finally lowered his legs. Beca, finally returned to view, raising herself back in the passenger side, wiping her mouth and fixing her messed up hair.

Beca got out of the car, dusting herself. She hurried to the other side, assisting the other guy out of his seat. Placing an arm around her shoulder and kicking the door shut, she lead the guy around the corner of the building. They disappeared from view.

Dick let out a laugh, banging the steering wheel, "Holy shit! The dude can't walk! He can't walk!"

"Whoo, Beca must've done a real number on him," Fat Amy shook her head. "If I was lesbo, I would die to know how she does it."

Legacy clenched her teeth, curling her lip back in disgust. She gazed back at Jazz, who looked too sick to function. The raven's head was resting on the car with her arm under for support. Legacy opened her mouth to ask if she was okay, but that would be stupid. Jazz just watched another one of Beca's exploits. She will never live it down. All Legacy could do was rub her friend's back with comfort.

"Where did you think they go?" Legacy asked. "What's in that building?"

"Who cares?" Jazz grumbled. "I want to go home."

"But I want ice and cake batter first," Fat Amy pleaded like a four year old. She waved her hands underneath her arm pits filled with sweat stains. "If I don't get cold soon, I will have a burst in my own.

Dick chuckled, starting the car, "Best morning drive ever."

Suddenly, they see a reflection of red and blue. A siren wailed in the background.

Fat Amy and Legacy widened their eyes in shock. Jazz groaned, burying herself in her black hoodie. Great. What else can go wrong?

"Um, that isn't about us, r-right?" Legacy asked nervously.

"Maybe the old lady lived after all," Jazz grumbled.

"Great. I'm going back to jail!" Fat Amy slammed her hands against her thighs.

"No, we're not!" Dick declared, opened his glove compartment. "I just got out of parole. I am not going through this circle of life shit again!" When he found what he was looking for, he handed Fat Amy something that nearly stopped the girls' breathing. "Hold this, would ya, sweet thang."

The teens nearly screamed when a silver handgun was in stunned Fat Amy's hand.

"Hold onto your hooters, bitches! Devil Dick is back on the wheel!" Dick declared, putting the car in drive and sped forty miles over the speed limit.

~000~000~000~

After the horrific drive proved that there was a God after all. The police was right on their tail, but lost it when Dick took backway. Downside, it wasn't safe to go back to the Bella home directly, so he dropped us off five miles away. Not before he demanded Fat Amy almost $200 in cash plus tip.

It's obvious that the girls didn't have that kind of money. Combined with the money they had, plus Fat Amy stealing money from Beca's bag - it was a grand total of fifty. But Dick was generous... Generous wouldn't be the right choice of words to describe him. His friends in prison called him 'Devil Dick' for a reason. He was pretty much a frenemy who was the devil in disguise. After the show he saw through his binoculars, the car chase from the cop, the dirty chat he made with Fat Amy - he loved it all.

"Better than taco night in the big house," he said. "A shame for it to end so soon."

The deal was simple.

He will keep the fifty dollars plus thirty from earlier, the video of the other guy getting a blow job, sealed mouths about him running over an old lady, Jazz's sunglasses, a chilidog and soda; and a glimpse of the last bit of Fat Amy's dignity. That will cover the money plus tip. And everyone knew of Dick's tip. Legacy and Jazz told Fat Amy that she didn't have to, but Fat Amy didn't care. It's not like selling her triangle and moon out on TV was the worst that can happen to her. She might as well show off her twins to a guy who should be in a motorcycle gang.

While Fat Amy was giving the guy a show, the teens hurried five miles down the road to give the Devil Dick the chilidog and soda without side glances and questions from the Bellas. The sun was out, and wearing black didn't help exclude sweat from foreheads, neck, armpits, under breaths, and other wanted places. The girls had to dump their hoodies, reminding themselves not to wear black ever again. It was a workout. They prayed that Chloe don't have any plans for the Bellas that involved aerobics.

The only person who was suspicious of their activities was Quiet Lily. She didn't exactly say much, not that the girls can hear her or anything. Though, her large stare said it all. She was onto them, but that didn't them to rat them out to Chloe or Beca. Instead, she helped the girls by giving them her motorcycle. A motorcycle the girls never knew she had.

Instead of asking stupid questions, the teens rode five miles back, just in time for Fat Amy and Devil Dick to laugh and chat away. Luckily, Fat Amy's clothes remained intact. The girls received shivers as Devil Dick wolf whistled at the removal of their black clothing. Underneath their clothes were their pajamas, they changed out. Legacy's were cupcake sweatpants and a light blue tank top. Jazz's was her favorite frog shorts and her high school senior T-Shirt. It's not like they had a choice to take the black off, it was getting heated from the five mile trip.

"The dog is cold," Dick scolded with disappointment. He took a sip of his soda, giving a spit take. "And this soda is bubbling hot!"

"Didn't specify," Jazz folded her arms with narrowed eyes. "Next time ask for immediate delivery."

"Or a shorter distance," Legacy added, panting for breath.

The man laughed at the girls' snarky attitude, while stating that it was nice doing business with them. He thanked Fat Amy with a devilish smirk, waving his phone around like he something on it other than a video of the other guy. Judging by the vulnerability in her eyes - vulnerability? That was a new word to describe the unstoppable Fat Amy - the teens figured out what he made her do. He was such a pervert, it made them sick.

"You know, Fat Ass, If things don't work out for you and your boy toy - Dumper-"

"Fuck off!" Fat Amy snapped.

The man chuckled and vanished with his taxi, leaving the girls alone to fend themselves.

"Remind me to never take a taxi," Legacy whispered, pulling her top over her clavicle, protectively.

"Hey, at least it's a walk on the wild side," Fat Amy chuckled at the mere memory of their time in that taxi.

"Fat Amy," Jazz began with worry, "please tell me that he didn't-"

"Duh. Of course he did."

The teens widened their eyes.

"Fat Amy, that could ruin you!" Legacy cried.

"Relax, he only pictured my boobs, not my face. Besides our reputation was already ruined the second I split my suit." Fat Amy tried to seem positive about it, but the girls can tell that this was a touchy subject for her. Fat Amy may be a tough bull, but everything always had a weak spot.

"We both know that you're capable of giving that creep a knuckle sandwich anytime," Jazz said. "Or the classic Fat Amy dive."

Fat Amy scoffed, "Oh yeah. But I don't mind the show. It shows that skinny girls are not the only ones that can turn a guy on."

Legacy lowered her head, but tilted her eyes towards Jazz, "Speaking of which..."

Jazz shook her head, trying to block the horrifying five minutes of her college year. "I can't believe Beca cheated on Jesse."

"I can't believe she blew it on a guy with skinny jeans and a bad afro," Fat Amy grumbled.

"What are we going to do?" Legacy asked.

Jazz sighed, "Well, I need to tell Jesse."

"Tell him what exactly?" Fat Amy challenged.

Jazz raised her brows, placing hands on her hips, "Amy... we were there. We saw what transpired."

"Well, yeah, but... But I still don't believe Beca would actually do it with a guy like... that. Have you seen your brother?"

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that we should go back and talk to her."

"She will deny it-"

"She won't," Fat Amy promised. "Not if we have this." Fat Amy pulled up a phone revealing an image that made the girls want to look away and scream. They thought seeing Fat Amy's vagina was bad. Actually seeing her vagina was the worst, they've seen. Tied with Jazz walking in on Beca and Jesse.

"You took his phone?" Jazz asked in disbelief.

"Had time to switch it when he was complaining about the cold dog. Did you actually think that I would let some creep show everyone my boobs. It's bad enough for the world to already see my vagina. I like to keep these..." Fat Amy slapped her chest, "Puppies thank you very much."

"But wait... If we have his phone... then whose phone did he take?"

Fat Amy smirked.

~000~000~000~

Devil Dick was singing one of Kesha's classics - Tik Tok, while blowing his cigarette.

"Don't stop, make it pop

DJ, blow my speakers up

Tonight, I'm-a fight

Till we see the sunlight

Tick-tock on the clock

But the party don't stop, no."

Dick barked the oh-whoa-oh-oh part like he was a Chihuahua in pain.

"Don't stop, make it pop

DJ, blow my speakers up

Tonight, I'm-a fight

Till we see the sunlight

Tick-tock on the clock

But the party don't stop-"

Much to his dismay, he was interrupted by a ringing phone. He looked down to see the caller ID of the phone.

Mom.

"The fuck?" Devil Dick furrowed his thick brows in confusion. Last time his mother ever talked to him was back in prison. How she disowned him, and that his father was disappointed. That was ten years ago. The only family contact he had was his little brother - Dirty Dan.

He decided to roll the dice and answered the call, curious to see what she had to say.

"Hello, Mommy," he whispered in a sadistic, child-like voice.

Little did he know that this mother was far from his mother. It was Emily Junk's mother stunned and spooked at the voice that didn't belong to her daughter.

Instead of the original nagging greeting, he heard a loud horrified scream instead, scaring him half to death. The scream matched the horror film - Carrie. He jumped against the door, dropping the cigarette on his pants. He cried out in pain, swerving the road, running over a red light, earning honks and crashes from the cars behind him and attention from police cars.

He opened the glove compartment for the gun, just in case, only to find it empty. He realized that he lent it to Fat Amy, and she never gave it back.

He banged his fist against the wheel and yelled out, "Oh, Mother-"

~000~000~000~

"You gave him my phone!" Legacy cried.

"Congrats, Legacy," Fat Amy patted her shoulder. "You got yourself a free galaxy s5. You're welcome."

"But do you think that guy will come back?" Jazz asked nervously. "He has a gun!"

"Relax, sweet thang," She pushed her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. "I got it covered." She waltzed past the girls, only for them to widen their eyes at her backside. The gun that she was supposed to hold for Devil Dick was tucked in her pants. The girls didn't know whether to be scared or impressed of Fat Amy. The woman was no doubt the blonde version of Susan Cooper, only better.