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Akai "Key" Manor 20
9:52 AM– A Morning in Captivity
Key woke up feeling too comfortable.
Which was wild considering she had fallen asleep tied to a chair in Baby's office.
But now?
She was stretched out in his big-ass leather chair, wrapped in a warm-ass blanket she definitely didn't have last night.
So this nigga came back and gave it to her.
She wouldn't admit it, but she was thankful.
Her body was sore as hell, but at least she wasn't cold.
Sitting up, she blinked, adjusting to the dim lighting of the office. That's when it hit her—
She had to piss.
Bad.
She glanced around the room. No windows, no bathroom in sight, and the door was locked.
"Yo!" she called out, shifting in the chair. "Baby! I gotta pee."
A few seconds later, the lock clicked, and Baby stepped inside, holding a Wendy's bag in one hand and a drink tray in the other.
Her stomach damn near rumbled.
"Good mornin'," he said, setting the food down. "I got into your phone. We gon' meet with Paris after you eat. Bathroom's right there."
He used his key to unlock another door inside the office.
Key wasted no time, pushing herself up and speed-walking to the bathroom before slamming the door shut.
The first thing she did?
Look for a way out.
Nothing.
No windows, no vents big enough to crawl through, no weak-ass locks to pick.
She sighed, hitting the sink, splashing some cold water on her face before staring at herself in the mirror.
Why the fuck did he want a deal?
All this warfare, all the bullshit, and now he just wanted to talk?
She didn't buy it.
Still, she had no choice but to play along.
When she stepped back into the office, the smell of bacon, egg, and cheese hit her nose, and her suspicion took a backseat to her hunger.
On the desk sat her favorite breakfast.
A number three from Wendy's—bacon, egg, and cheese croissant, with large potato wedges and fruit punch.
Baby was sitting calmly, scrolling through his phone, barely paying her any mind.
Key sat down, grabbing the food without a word.
She didn't trust him, but she wasn't finna starve, either.
She ate in silence, sneaking glances at him every now and then.
His Glock was sitting on the desk, within reach, but she knew better than to try some dumb shit right now.
After a few minutes, she crumpled up her trash, tossing it into the bag before sliding it toward him.
"I'm done."
Baby nodded, grabbing the bag and tossing it in the trash can.
Without looking up, he said, "Good. Let's go."
—
Downtown– Paris' New Shop
Baby and Thugga pulled up thirty minutes later to a shop under construction, one that Paris was setting up in downtown Atlanta.
It was a prime location, right between some high-end boutiques and lounges, meaning whatever she was opening, she was expecting it to make big money.
Baby and Thugga hopped out, leaving security outside while they made their way into the building.
Inside, it was clear this was still in early stages. Construction workers were scattered around, ladders and toolboxes set up as they worked on the walls and lighting. But despite all that, Baby's eyes weren't on the storefront—
They were on the people.
PRE family members.
Niggas posted up, watching him and Thugga like they were waiting on a reason.
Baby recognized some of them, but there were new faces, too. More soldiers, more muscle. Paris had clearly been expanding her team.
But he ain't give a fuck about none of them.
There was only one face he wanted to see.
One beautiful-ass face that had been running through his mind nonstop.
And just as they stepped past the last set of workers, there she was—
Paris.
Dressed in a form-fitting jumpsuit, a gold anklet on her leg, nails done, and her curly hair pinned up in a messy bun. She looked so damn good he had to remind himself why he was even here.
Paris turned to them, her face unreadable, but Baby caught that little smirk she tried to hide.
She knew what she was doing.
And he wasn't gon' let her think she had the upper hand.
"Wassup, mama," he said, voice low, a smirk tugging at his own lips.
This was about business.
But Baby couldn't deny—
He was enjoying this little game they were playing.
