“Man shit, why the fuck not,” Mace asked, fully aggravated. “Cause Top said to leave her the fuck alone, that’s why,” Jaron replied angry as hell with his friend right now. “Well fuck, I need to go out and see my girl shit,” he threw back alerting Gabrielle they were talking about Night wanting to violate her. “Shit go ahead, I got her, she ain’t goin’ nowhere,” Jaron told him dismissively. Truthfully, he needed a break from Mace. He never thought for more than five minutes past his dick. “I’ll be back in the morning,” Mace told Jaron grabbing his keys and slamming the door behind him. Jaron sighed deeply, relieved he was gone; assured of a peaceful night for once since they’d snatched Gabrielle and brought her back to Mississippi. Walking into the kitchen of the safe house, Jaron grabbed himself a beer and a bottle of water for Gabrielle, heading to her room hoping she wasn’t asleep yet. She heard the key slide into the lock and swallowed hard, grabbing her book pretending to read.
