Catch me if you can

1 day down, 516 to go

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Ally looked up as the door swung open, putting down her pen and watching Camila intently as she entered.

"So," Camila looked up startled, "you get her number?"

"For the case." Camila rolled her eyes. "And let me tell you, that girl is fine as fuck."

"I feel like she could kick your ass." Ally mused. Camila shrugged and sat down at her desk.

"I'd let her." Camila opened up her computer and sighed. "Anyway I think she's working with the Jauregui's; I asked her about her other clients and she mentioned Hansen."

"Why would they need private security?"

"I don't know. Maybe they need some extra muscle protecting a new haul? Valentina didn't strike me as the kind to be okay with illegal activity though." Camila mused, twirling a pencil between her fingers.

"Maybe they didn't tell her?" Ally frowned.

"You don't lie to security. They can fuck you up more than the gangs." Camila shook her head and sighed.

"If you're talking Jauregui, I hear a bunch of her people keep getting caught up in the protests." Blackbear appeared from the break room with a cup of coffee.

"Really?"

"I mean yeah, as much as I hate it the cops see a person of colour out near any of the protests and they're written up instantly." Blackbear curled his lip.

"Dicks." Ally mumbled.

"And word on the street is that quite a few of them have been part of Jauregui's crew."

"Anyone high ranking?" Camila asked.

"Kordei keeps popping up on the radar but I don't think they've managed to put the cuffs on her yet." Blackbear rolled his neck and pointed to his office. "I'm taking a nap before my 4 o'clock gets here. Becks should be back soon so just come kick me if I oversleep."

Camila bit her lip to stifle a laugh as Blackbear wandered into his office.

"That man is something unique." Ally muttered.

"Thank you!"

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"Laur, your girl is here." Halsey drawled from her bed. Lauren looked away from the ceiling and towards the open door, where Beckett was indeed standing. Lauren leaned against the wall next to her.

"What's up?"

"Dinah called. Said that Carvajal was in."

"She have any problems with it?" Lauren asked, her eyebrows rising in surprise.

"As long as her boys weren't asked to be a part of or guard anything illegal, she's good with helping you out." Beckett glanced down the hallway before handing a small cloth package to Lauren. "Finally got a phone for you. It's got Dinah, Normani and your brother on there."

"Nice. Thanks, I assume Mani's already sent you your payment?" Lauren said, fishing the phone out of the cloth and tucking it in the band of her pants, covering it quickly.

"Obviously. You run a tight ship Jauregui. Just make sure you don't go down with it." Beckett mumbled. Lauren scoffed.

"Please. I'm not going down anytime soon." Lauren paused as Beckett grinned at her. "That came out wrong."

It wasn't until later, during her yard time that Lauren felt her phone vibrate. Halsey casually slid in front of her and kept watch.

"Yes?"

"It's D."

"What's up?"

"Mani got busted."

"For?" Lauren sighed and rubbed her temple.

"Protesting apparently. Vives is already on her way to the 87th." Dinah grumbled.

"Go back to see Valentina. I want her keeping an eye on my family... including you and Mani." Lauren said quietly. "Her personally."

"I can handle it boss."

"I want extra security. This shit is about keeping you safe. Not just out of prison but alive." Lauren snapped. "So call Valentina. I want her on the payroll personally. And if she objects send her over to me."

"Understood." Dinah muttered before hanging up.

Lauren tucked her phone away before glaring at the wall in front of her. She growled and lashed out, her knuckles connecting with the brick harshly.

"Laur..." Halsey muttered, pulling Lauren away from the wall and looking at her hand. "Take it easy."

"I'm stuck in here Ash. Jack all I can do to help my family from in here." Lauren grumbled.

"And you getting angry isn't going to fix that. If anything Eilish is gonna rile you up easier and get you in trouble." Halsey pointed out.

"I know. I know." Lauren sighed, shaking out her hand and ignoring the scraps on her skin. "Only 17 months left."

"Speak for yourself."

"...sorry."