A/N: Sigh. I know. You all have the right to be mad at me. But I swear I've started this chapter, months ago. It's just, well, I didn't know how to write the middle and the end. And I've been low on inspiration too. So…yeah. But I got it back ;) And have you heard? New season of Boondocks is coming like tomorrow :D So excited!

The shout-outs are located below :P So enjoy the chapter ;)

Warning: Enh. To be honest, I don't what's there to warn y'all about.

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Chapter 5: …More alive than ever

A naked woman was shaking like a madman, cowering in the corner of a room and muttering something along the lines of 'crazy white women with belts'. Amid, the naked, tear-eyed boy, Riley Freeman, whom had tricked the innocent lamb into coming to this supposed Gigolo place (which was a motor shop), was being pinned to the floor by his furious acquaintance, Cindy McPhearson, as she held his brown belt, ready as ever to cause more pain. However, that was unfortunately interrupted by the innocent lamb's appearance.

The said lamb, Jazmine Elizabeth DuBois, blinked, flabbergasted. She really should've listened to her best friend, as in, stay in the hallway and not enter the room. She was unable to choose the right way to react to such scene. Well, maybe gasp and scream in sheer horror, since there was an opposite sex, in this exact room, naked. But her mind was elsewhere.

To be more precise, it was focused upon Riley's, um, private part.

"C-Cin, why is that thing standing?!" Jazmine blushed, then covered her poor, virgin eyes with her hands.

The latter may be innocent. Actually, she was anything but stupid. She knew what that boy's thing was. After all, she didn't excel As in Science for nothing. She just didn't think she'd see one in real life and so soon too. God, she only looked at it for a second and its size was seriously intimidating her. Like, how could that thing enter through a woman's private part and, not kill her at the same time, with its length?

Alarmed, Cindy perked her head up. "Whacchu mean?"

Jazmine pulled a hand off her face and pointed towards the said thing, whilst the other hand still covered her vision. "That," she innocently squeaked. At this rate, she was going to turn red as a tomato, or possibly worse, have a heart attack.

Cindy was hella confused, if the tilt of her head was any indication. Like, what da hell was Jazz over-reacting, all of a sudden, for? Okay, maybe it might had looked like she was about to kill this nigga, with the belt, the scared hoe and all. But he did deserve it. After all, he did lie when she confronted him about the Gigolo fib.

Still straddled upon Riley, Cindy followed where her best-friend's finger was pointing at, until realization dawned to her. Her eyes widened.

"Nigga, what the fuck!"

Cindy shot up, jumping away from the boy. She was so focused upon the fact his dick touched her that she had failed to notice his naked hoe, stealthily tip-toeing her way out of the room. It took yo home-girl all her self-control to not whoop Riley's ass. She had no choice, considering Jazmine was still in the room, probably scarred for life.

Riley wasted no time to think, and took Cindy's reaction as an opportunity to crawl far away from her. He could've ran for the door, but let's face it, the bitch wouldn't have let him, seeing as she still got his belt. "…You's a crazy bitch," he exclaimed, in between sniffs, while in the process of grabbing his clothes from the mattress to hide his family jewels.

Cindy shrugged in a very casual manner, her face holding no sign of guilt and regret whatsoever. Her smug blue eyes bore through his shocked red-wines. "…And you's a pussy who can't take a few whoopins'."

Groggily standing up, Riley sniffed. "…Dat ain't hurt."

Cindy tsked, then, with a pivot of her heel, faced Jazmine as concern washed over her face. "Jazmine, let's get outta her'. Right. Now." At that said, Cindy hurried over to her childhood friend and made a grab for her wrist.

Though, Jazmine yanked her wrist out of Cindy's hold. She pouted, quite annoyed to herself. She came here to get a feel of realism, but instead, she got yelled at, by her prince charming, claiming she wouldn't survive a day outside of her safety bubble, in the real world. Sigh. Her eyebrows knitted in a sadden fashion. He was right. No matter what Cindy had said, at the end of the day, she was still a weak, little lamb who depended on ignorance.

Flashback – 15 minutes ago…

Questions after questions drowned her mind as she could feel her heart beating to a faster pace - from the fact that Huey was now standing close to her, both of his hands on the wall to keep her from moving away.

"You just love seeking trouble," the ex-gangster murmured as he descended his mouth by Jazmine's ear. "Leave now."

Jazmine blushed, feeling his breath tickling the crook of her neck. "W-why were you and your brother in a gang?!" she innocently chirped a question. "I saw the way you handled that Math exam with ease. You're intelligent - so you should know to not be in t-that type of environment."

All of a sudden, Huey laughed heartily, his guffaws echoing throughout the quiet tensed room. "Are you kidding me, what kind of question was that?"

Jazmine confusingly blinked, which made the ex-gangster haltingly quiet down his laugh. "Oh…you were serious," he sighed before explaining. "What? You thought we chose to be in one?! Unlike you preppy rich folks, we had no choice. We had no money; we had no place to live, we had no family. We had to survive in the streets – by doing illegal activities. We were all alone – fighting others just to see another day."

…

"Look at me when I'm talking," he exclaimed half coolly and half darkly.

As though she was casted in a spell, Jazmine did as she was told and looked deep through his eyes.

"Now – answer my question Mariah Carey; if I was still in the gang, would you be willing to stand by my side, and watch me kill people? After witnessing me shoot a bullet through an innocent person's heart, would you still see me as person? Not a monster who just stole someone else's soul for nothing but for– what? A couple of bucks?" he straightforwardly asked, his dark irises piercing through the girl's green ones.

"Y-yes," she hesitantly said, skittishly nodding her head. She was still not used to being yelled at by Huey – especially with him invading her personal space.

Once again, Huey let out a scoff. "Tsk – I'm sorry for you to hear this, but your innocence and density will get you killed one day."

End of Flashback…

Solemnly, Jazmine glared a hole on an adjacent wall of the room, the memory still fresh in her mind and still able to sting her heart. Sigh. She might as well leave with the little dignity she had left, and apologize to Huey for wasting his work hour. Maybe it was time for her to let go of Huey. For good. They weren't meant to be. He was independent, strong, and conscious on his surroundings while she was dependent, weak, and ignorant. Judging from his previous sour mood, it was obvious he wanted nothing to do with her.

From all the crazy searches of her prince charming, this one felt somehow real. Especially when they'd exchange glances. Her heart fluttered to the theory, but her brain felt otherwise. It felt that this was just another one of her failed attempts of retrieving her prince charming. She blinked the tears away and gave Cindy a smile – the mask she'd use, when unable to fulfill her fairytale dream.

"Yeah Cin, let's go home. Besides, we need to rest up for tomorrow's English class." Cindy quirked an eyebrow.

Weird, the blond thought, grabbing once again her companion's wrist, though this time, smoothly.

This didn't feel normal. The ginger would normally go against her word and run after Afro-Samurai. Then again, the two girls needed all the rest they could get. After all, they needed to sing in front of their teacher and class tomorrow. Wait. Actually, it was going to be the whole school and its neighbor, Woodcrest All-Boys Detention Academy, since they were going to sing outside, on the school balcony, where everyone would hear.

"Ugh, don't remind me bout dat," Cindy murmured as she opened the door and dragged Jazmine along through the hallway, to the main room, where the boys were previously arranging a few motorcycles, cars and whatnot. Strangely, no one was there. Not even Huey. Hm, they must've went home, Cindy nonchalantly thought.

Once again, Jazmine pouted. Darn it. He wasn't there. Now, how was she supposed to go apologize to him? Well, she could do so in school, since they technically had English and Math class together. Still, she'd rather get over with it now, so she could leave him alone for good. After all, she was just a nuisance. She sighed, pained by the thought of not talking to Huey anymore.

After zigzagging past many unfinished vehicles, the girls reached the main door and walked outside, with a quick clockwise turn of the doorknob. Both their feet stepped upon the concrete steps, and then suddenly, they froze. And became skittishly cold. And so were their skins. The smooth wind, which whooshed by with the fluttering, green leaves, wasn't the cause.

The cause to the girls' skittish effects was the scene happening before them.

It was less of a vast driveway of the Moto Shop, and more of a battlefield between a gang war - minus the lack of fire weaponry. The ex-gang members punched and kicked other opposing, active-gang members, their screams of vengeance clear as the cool, mid-spring air. No sane person would dare to step foot on the concrete ground, obviously life-threatening, if the spilt blood was any indication. But Jazmine standing before the fighting, or possible a killing, spree, deciphered Huey Freeman, amongst the other gang-bangers, swiftly dodging a punch from a dread-locked African-American.

"This could've been avoided if ya had simply agreed to return to my turf and work fo' me," the dread-locked remarked as he attempted another punch, but instead, missed. Huey took that as an opportunity to grab his arm, and flipped him upon the ground. He smirked in satisfaction by the thud his boss' body made.

Huey placed a foot on the dread-locked's chest, to prevent him from moving. "...I don't care if your twisted business is going low. I don't care if you need me. I don't want anything to do with you anymore," he shrugged, ever so coolly, then pulled out a cig. "I even completed the bloody resignation. Damn, what more could you possibly want, Dewey?"

Dewey struggled to sit up. "I need you!"

Her mouth hung open. She didn't know exactly what was going on. Just a few minutes ago, despite her argument with Huey, everything had been fine. Why was there so much hate and blood? Violence wasn't the answer to their problems. The DuBois darted a scared glance to her best friend, shocked to see Cindy neutral, in spite of her tightened jaw. It seemed like she was used to this kind of environment.

"Cin, what the heck is going on? We got to do something about this!" she whispered, loud enough for only her best-friend to hear, yet quiet enough for the gang-bangers to not notice their presence.

Cindy faced Jazmine, her neutral long gone, and now replaced by a frown. "Look Jazz, I dunno how da hell this happened, but," she grabbed both of Jazmine's shoulders and frantically shook them, "Whateva you do, don't get involved into their feud. No matter what. This is between them. Believe me, if you get caught in between, you just gonna get yo pretty, mixed ass screwed for life. With a damn, simple click of a bullet."

Information registered into her brain and in a matter of seconds, Jazmine gasped, but didn't get the chance to fully react nor think through the situation, since Riley bustled his way through them, his now fully dressed self also standing upon the concrete surface and watching the ongoing spectacle. Too bad he wasn't one to follow etiquette when watching a spectacle, for he didn't keep his big mouth shut.

"Nigga, you gay."

Everyone stopped their actions and turned towards the bigmouth. Some gang-bangers paused their punch midway, as others lost focus on their opponents. Huey cursed under his breath as he recognized the voice. Out of all the times, why did his idiotic kinsperson had to show up NOW? The oldest was handling well the issue. The oldest Freeman turned towards his brother, only to his chagrin; find the little Mariah Carey also standing there with Cindy.

What? What the hell are they doing there? Huey thought, succeeding in keeping his cool with the help of his cigarette. God damn it, they never cease to bring me problems, do they?

With Huey's foot still upon his chest, Dewey painfully sat up and turned towards the source of the voice, only for his eyes to land upon Jazmine, instead of Riley. He smirked, doing an once-over on the latter. Interesting. So this was the notorious little mulatto his source was talking about. He turned back, now facing Huey. "…So, you been fucking this broad for how long?"

Huey threw a death glare, whilst he brutally pushed him down to the ground. "Don't you do anything to her…"

Darkly, Dewey chuckled. He had hit a nerve. Bingo. "I didn't say I was gonna do somethin' to her…yet."

The eldest brother seethed. Shit. He knew that mocking tone. This busta was going to involve Mariah Carey into this mess, which was unfair. She had no part of this. Huey didn't care about her. He just didn't want to be the reason to her involvement of this issue. Cindy heard their conversation from afar and quite frankly, she was getting sick of it. She was going to stop this once and for all.

So, she narrowed her eyes, "STOP."

Everyone stopped their gangbanging activities, frustrated by the interruption. They watched her as she stood there, her arms crossed upon her chest with cold determination set in her blue irises and her mouth firmly lined.

"Dewey. Huey. Riley. Come inside. We need to talk. Now."

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Up until she had observed the gruesome fight between the gangbangers, Jazmine had believed Cindy to be involved with...them. As in, being somewhat part of their illegal activities. Though, Cindy, herself, stated she wouldn't dare to dwell into that type of lifestyle, even with her heart and attitude of a thug. Hm, maybe Jazmine was too quick to jump into conclusion. Yeah. Maybe this was all coincidental.

And besides, the two were best-friends. Cindy would tell Jazmine herself if she was part of them. This wasn't a one-sided friendship, right?

Right.

Impatient, Jazmine drummed her fingers on her lap, waiting for everyone. She was currently sitting on the concrete stairway of the Moto Shop driveway. Why must she be the only one to stay outside? Even Riley was allowed to go inside and discuss secretive stuff with them. If their conversation held an explicit subject, then this innocent lamb didn't mind going inside and listening. Sheesh. This was like school all over again.

Most of the time, when she wanted in on a violent or explicit conversation, the school peers would sport a motherly or sisterly smile, which never stopped to mock her soul, and pat her head as though she was a child, and say this: Jazmine, this topic isn't suitable for you. Your growing world has nothing to do with violence, sex (she couldn't help but giggle to the word) and blablabla.

Still ticked off by the memory, Jazmine bit the inside of her cheek. She wasn't a young, frail, protected flower, or a prude nun. Gosh. The noise of the door lock's shuffle cut through the quiet, fresh air and that made Jazmine get up from the concrete steps and stand before the door. Weird, she thought, dusting her skirt. Why do I suddenly have the feeling that something big is about to happen?

Finally the door opened and Cindy came out of the Moto Shop with an unreadable look. Jazmine titled her head, examining the blond. Even the cinnamon-headed was unable to pinpoint her emotion. Softly, Cindy walked up to Jazmine and held her shoulders. "Jazzy, I can't come back home with you tonight. I need to handle business with Dewey."

"Who's Dewey?" Jazmine asked, worried. Cindy sounded…different. Her voice didn't hold its usual urban edge. Her blue irises twinkled, with an unknown light.

Sensing her worry, Cindy smiled. "The raggedy-ass dread-headed nigga."

An image of the said mini-dreaded, four-eyed lad popped into Jazmine's mind, and just like that, an audible oh of acknowledgement escaped from her lips. Then, she narrowed her eyebrows, displeased. He was the big meanie who somehow provoked Huey into fighting. Now that she thought about it, this was the first time Jazmine had even seen the supposed, Black Dragon like this, so wild and dangerous. Don't get her wrong, he was still silent and calm throughout the whole brouhaha.

But he carried a deadly aura, one that gave Jazmine a pit in her stomach.

Jazmine stood on her tiptoes and peeked over Cindy's shoulder. From here, she could see the gangbangers chilling in the garage, conversing and laughing amongst themselves. They were out of earshot. The cinnamon-haired deemed it safe for her to privately talk with Cindy. "So Cin, tell me what you guys said back inside?"

In nothing flat, Cindy's face turned blank. "…Jazmine," she started, surprising a bit the innocent lamb. She never, ever, heard Cindy use her full name, unless if it was for something serious. Should she be worried? "Don't get involved with this, okay?"

Cindy placed a soothing hand on Jazmine's shoulder, but she brutally shrugged it off, shooting a peeved glare. "Cin, are you hiding something from me, because it's unfair of me to not be part of this. We're best friends, you're supposed to tell me everything," she turned her back on Cindy, folding her arms.

But Cindy grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, in order to face her. "Jazz, don't say that. We're best friends. I know, we tell each other everything. But," the blonde paused, visibly contemplating, but faced her pal once again, determination set in her eyes. "There are things you shouldn't know, for your safety."

Frustrated, Jazmine blew a long tress out of her view, "Cindy, stop protecting me from everything. I'm not some helpless baby," she stomped on the concrete footstep, and, just like that, a light bulb popped on top of her head. "Y-you're somehow with the gang…right?" she gasped, eyes widened.

Cindy stubbornly kept her eyes closed. Shit. She didn't think Jazmine would get close to the truth this soon. She wasn't ready to hear the truth. Cindy wasn't ready to tell the truth. If she did tell the truth, things would drastically change. She wanted things to stay how they were, you know, her playing the big sister by day and doing the dirty deed by night, and Jazmine being the sweet, little sister.

Cindy tried to gulp, oh she did try, and it was hell hard – especially when she could feel her pal's pair of accusatory eyes on her. Her mouth opened, ready to finally tell Jazmine about her double life, but footsteps came and a masculine, emotionless voice cut through the air like a knife. "Cindy, Dewey needs you like now."

The said McPhearson opened her eyelids and turned to Huey, inwardly thanking him for preventing her into doing a big mistake. Phew. That was hell close. "Yeah, I was just sayin' to Jazz dat you's gonna be driving her home," Cindy threw a warning look at the ex-gangbanger. Huey got the picture and firmly took Jazmine by the wrist. Great, more babysitting for him. Tch.

"Yeah, let's go Mariah Carey," he forcibly dragged Jazmine inside his black BMW and shut the passenger door.

Jazmine gave Cindy a curious, worried look. Of course she would not understand the magnitude of the situation; her best-friends wouldn't tell her everything, when she was supposed to know. She looked at Huey. He was already in the driver seat, plugging his key inside the ignition. His stiffened jaw alerted her that something serious was going on. It seemed as if time was not on his side.

His vehicle roared back to life and Huey's foot pressed upon the accelerator. Jazmine turned one last time, watching Cindy's figure get further and further away from her.

"…Cindy, what are you hiding from me?" Jazmine mumbled to herself, her long, cinnamon curls flying through the light wind. Sigh. So many puzzles for her to piece together, yet she didn't know how to do it. This little lamb needed to hit the hay fast, before she gets a headache. She yawned and sleepily rubbed her eyes.

Huey reached a blinking red stoplight and the boy simply zoomed past it, not sensing the error in the action. But Jazmine did. She gasped indignantly and threw a finger at him. "You – you just broke a rule. You passed the spotlight when it blinked red," she innocently exclaimed.

His eyes were still on the road, but that didn't stop them from rolling. "Wow, tell me something I don't know."

Jazmine pouted, disappointed. "You could've caused an accident, or kill a by-passer, or get arrested an-" she was counting off her fingers while naming the grave consequences of not respecting a driving law. This boy didn't know the danger he putted himself into. In societies, rules exist for a reason, and that reason was to keep the citizens alive and well. They were not meant to be disrespected.

Huey groaned, already annoyed by her continuous yapping. If he didn't stop her from talking anytime soon, he just might get himself in a car accident just to get over the misery.

"Yo, Mariah Carey."

Jazmine tilted her head in question, finally out of her mother hen mode. "Yeah?"

"Do you always talk so damn much?" Huey groused and took a sharp turn, missing a chance to crash into a stop sign and get himself out of this tight – and very ear-agonizing – spot. Damn, now he knows why Riley would immediately leave when he'd start talking a lot.

The talkative female pouted once more, how an adorable puppy would. Was Huey always this reckless? It was surprise he still wasn't in a hospital. "…But it's dangerous. You could've gotten yourself hurt," she speed-talked, worry evident in her face.

Huey looked at Jazmine in the corner of his eye. He wasn't used to the kind of attention she was projecting him. No one in his life was worried for his wellbeing. His brother and himself had to rely only on each other. No one else. Each time they'd rely on someone else to help them, in return, they get a big, fat knife stabbed on their backs.

"Look," he began, "Just because I zoomed past a spotlight doesn't mean I'm going to get hurt." Jazmine's lip quivered a bit and Huey snorted. Typical goody two-shoes. "You've never done something bad, or in this case, illegal, huh?" he added, taking another turn into another road. They were still far away from Woodcrest. It'd take them pretty much an hour to get there.

Jazmine tapped a finger against her chin, thinking out loud. "Well, I did steal a cookie from a cookie jar…once."

"Pathetic," he mumbled, but not quiet enough for Jazmine to not hear.

"Hey, at least I don't break the rules," she attempted to counter, but miserably failed.

He sighed, unable to figure out what to do with the girl. "Mariah Carey, I do this everyday. I live through the adrenaline. Hell, it's like air to me. I breathe through it and depend on it to live the day. You, on the other hand, lived a sheltered life, in a safety bubble, whereas you didn't have to do anything but follow the rules," he nonchalantly explained, his eyes still remained on the road. "Face it, you've never taken risks."

Jazmine puffed her cheeks, flustered. "Hey, I so do take risks."

"Oh really?" Huey darted a sceptical look at her.

She narrowed her eyebrows, "Oh yes, really."

Now it was Huey's turn to competitively narrow his eyebrows. "Then you won't mind if I speed through the streets, right?"

Crap. Jazmine fought the urge to squeak in surprise. Should she accept the challenge? He was testing her and she was not going down without a fight. She refused to show weakness to Huey. However, she didn't want to break a law. Her father, whom, by the way, was a lawyer, always told her to follow the rules, if she didn't want to get butt-raped – his words, not hers.

Determination flashed beneath her irises. "…I don't mind."

Huey was now the one who fought to react in mild surprise. Mariah Carey finally decided to take a tiny step in the dark side. This it'll be interesting to see. He flexed his fingers and grabbed the steering wheel, then pressed the accelerator with his foot. The wind suddenly blasted for them, the passenger's curls and the driver's afro violently fluctuating through the wind. The wheel furiously raced upon the downtown streets. It was obvious they had passed the speed limit.

The car zoomed through the dark, Marylander streets, its vroom echoing throughout downtown. Jazmine gave out a brief shriek. The car was going so fast, it was like she was riding a crazy rollercoaster. They were so going to get hurt. Oh my god, why did she agree to this challenge? Butterflies capacitated her stomach and her heartbeat dangerously quickened as she felt the cold, monstrous wind.

Her eyes were stubbornly closed, but she hesitantly willed them open, only to see the pedestrians in blurs and building lights in hazy streaks. It was at that brief period of time that Jazmine had blocked out of her senses. She blocked out the loud, echoing vroom, the feel of the wind, basically her surroundings. She focused on herself. Her hand went for her chest, feeling for her heartbeat. She couldn't help but bear a foreign feeling.

It wasn't negative, but positive. She wasn't scared, not even. It was the feeling she'd get when going through a sugar rush, except stronger. In fact, her heart was pumping adrenaline through her veins. She felt more alive. More alive than the time Cindy made her prank-call her neighbour, when they were 10. More alive than that time Jazmine had accidentally uttered an improper sentence to Huey.

Jazmine unblocked her senses. The vroom of the car came back to abuse her ears once more. The hazy streaks and blurs ceased the freezing and continued to pass along. The wind basically body-slammed her against her passenger seat. She was fully aware of her surroundings, and this time, she welcomed it. To prove it, she soared her arms up in the air and looked up in the black, moonless sky, and smiled.

"Yahooo," she screamed in exhilaration.

Huey drifted the car into another street, in time to avoid an unnecessary collision with a lamppost. He loved the thrill of dangerously driving. It lifted the stress and anger off his shoulders. He turned to Jazmine. It seemed to be doing the same thing to her, though he subconsciously wondered what kind of stress she lived in her sheltered life. Jazmine yelled at the top of her lungs, loving the thrill.

Oups. He had somehow poked a hole in her safety bubble. That miniscule hole seemed to have made her feel…more alive than ever.

A/N: …And that's a cut. After 5 chapters, you've all seen what happens before Jazmine's eyes and what goes on around her. What do you think goes on around Cindy? This story is about to get a tad darker in the next, few upcoming chapters :P Heh.

Here are the shout-outs :)

Lootmagot: 'We can do this the easy way or the hard way'…girl, you sounded just like the Booty Warrior lol! Lmao! And yeah, that was a lot of Boondocks references. But I don't mind, besides, we'll be watching new episodes of Boondocks tomorrow. So I might as well get used to them :D! It's still hard to believe that Boondocks is coming in less than 24 hours!

Ship-Seeking-Shippers: I can tell you read the end of chapter 1, with Jazmine's "bucking-ham in my buns" ;D!

K-Fresh: Yes, she becomes less innocent when she gets more and more exposed to, uhm, things, as you've just seen in this chapter :)

Guest: Heeeeeeeeere is the chaaaaaaaaaaaapter :D

SammiSweetheart: True :/ People don't take Jazmine very seriously due to her innocence. And yes, this will be a 20-30 chapter story, depending on what speed the plot will go :3.

VickytheRandomest: Well, lucky for ya, here's a chapter for you to read :D

Alberlinjonesxoxo: What do ya expect x)? It's Cindy we're talking about. If there's someone that pisses her off, she ain't gonna be afraid to whoop their asses :P! And I'm so sorry for not updating in a while. Writer's block is a bitch. But here's the 5th chapter!

SpicyWifey: Hahaha xD! Hard to believe, huh? And they hate each other too ;) You'll find out how that happened in a while :P

Tabbykatroses: Hm, well in this chapter, I doubt anybody's gonna get shot :3.

Sergeant Peace: Hell to the yeah :D

Blazing Romance: Here's another chapter ^-^

Bunnybabe247: Glad, ya like it :D! After all, Jazmine is a like a little sister to Cindy, so of course she's gonna be hell protective. And as for Huey, well, he's been going through rough times when he was in the gang. So yeah, he's naturally intimidating lol. Yes, Cindy and Huey did fuck xD! And thanks, hope you loved this chapter too :P

Welp, I better go write up a quick chapter for Adrenaline ;) So, I hope you enjoyed the chappie and go on and give that review button some love :D!