#NYEYAS

[msklassickilla]

Prada You Chapter 1

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author's Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warnings: Please be advised that chapter includes harsh/foul language

Chapter 1: Deals

"Man, its hot out here. How long y'all gon' be?"

"Michael, shut the hell up. You actin' like you don't be outside all day and night with Ju and 'em," I snapped.

He stuck his tongue out at me in response. I hated when my mama made me bring him along. I be wanting to be free and he be cramping my style with his whining ass. Like I was 18 and 3/4, I ain't need this brat following me around like he was my child.

"Nye, what you want? She ain't got the usual but she got other stuff," Kiyah yelled down the hallway.

We was at Ms. D house. She was the candy lady in our projects.

"Just get me some chips and a pop," I responded, hanging over the stair rail.

"And what about me?" Michael questioned.

I just looked at him.

"Kiyah, get this beggar some chips. The off brand."

"You a hoe for 'dat," he insulted.

I shrugged, "Just like ya 'ole daddy."

He rolled his eyes before taking a seat on one of the steps. I was rethinking my whole day because I refused to have this negro with me. Kiyah and I was tryna to slide to this rec party tonight. We had heard that everybody was supposed to be coming through. I couldn't miss that. Not the first big party of the summer.

I had to ditch Michael. As we waited for Kiyah to return with our snacks I started to hatch a masterplan.

"Here y'all go. Ms. D always trippin' thinking somebody stealing," Kiyah complained.

I side-eyed her, "Was you stealing you though?"

Kiyah was a thief. A good one at that. So I couldn't even blame Ms. D for that one. I'd watch her ass too.

"Damn! You know I ain't even on that type of shit. My probation officer said I got one mo' chance," she pleaded, holding up one acrylic adorned finger.

"She lying," Michael contested.

I laughed as Kiyah slapped him upside the head.

"Mind ya broke business!"

"You broke too," he whined, rubbing the side of his head.

I was tickled. Michael never held his tongue. His bad ass was gon' speak whatever was on his mind. Our mama, Toy, had raised us like that. Silence fell over the three of us as we ate our snacks.

"That party gon' be dope, Nye. I just know it. Like all the fine niggas gon' be there," Kiyah said after a while.

"Hell yeah. I know the Prada Bois be throwing hella nice parties," I agreed.

The Prada Bois was a gang that ran our projects. There wasn't nothing going on that didn't go through them first. You couldn't even fight without their permission.

The Prada Bois was also known as the deadly bois because they wasn't afraid to kill. Spillin' blood was how they got down.

However, crazy they got some of them was cool dudes. They would look out if somebody was behind on rent or didn't have no food. They was gangsta angels to a lot of people.

"Y'all not going to 'dat shit. Y'all not cool like that with them," Michael spat.

Kiyah and I both looked him at like he was crazy.

"Shut yo ass up. We was invited but we gotta watch yo scary ass. 'Ole afraid of the dark ass nigga," Kiyah shot back.

And like that they was at it again. You would think that they was siblings as well with they way they argued.

"Y'all chill. Damn! It's too hot for all that," I intervened, irritated with the back and forth.

Michael flipped Kiyah the bird before going back to his chips.

"We going to that party. I'ma make sure of that," I announced.

Michael was about to go spend the night with our granny. I just had to bribe his little ass.

"How you gon' do 'dat? Prada Bois ain't gon' let you in there with me around," Michael smirked.

I smiled back, "You not gon' be around. You staying with Granny till we get back."

He was already shaking his head in disagreement. Our granny was cool but she was always watching the same boring ass shows or playing Spades with her friends. I knew why he didn't wanna go but I was about to offer him something I knew he wasn't gon' refuse.

"Nye, you crazy. This heat done cooked ya brain. I ain't going over 'dere," he replied, standing up.

I pulled out two folded 20 dollar bills out my bra. This was the last of my savings which I was gon' spend on a fly outfit. However, I can't be fly with nowhere to go. Priorities.

"Here. 40 dollas. You ain't use to that kind of money youngin'. Go chill with Granny for a few hours and keep ya mouth shut about where I went," I specified as I held out the money.

Michael eyed me then the outstretched money. I could see him thinking it over. When he grabbed it all I could do was smile.

"Don't think this shit gon' work all the time. You lucky I got shit to do," he sassed.

I waved him off. He was always on that bullshit.

"You ain't got shit to do nigga," Kiyah snapped.

"You just mad 'cause ya grown ass broke," he taunted, waving the two bills in her face.

She snatched them and took off running down the stairs. He chased after her.

All I heard was, "Kiyah, bring yo broke ass back here with my shit."

I chuckled as I leaned back against the stairs. My mind swiftly shifted to my next issue; my outfit. What the hell was I gon' wear now? Like always, I was gon' figure something out.

[senzacaponecoda]

conlang i scratched out while waiting on a delivery

p t c/k b d g f th s sy x h v dh z zy m n ny r l ly w y i ï u e ë o a â c/k follows latin spelling rules, is /k/

u is central u, i is ɨ, ë is ə th dh are dental frics sy and zy are postalveolar ny and ly are palatal nasals assimilate to following POA

a ë ï inherently short, â e i o u inherently long. secondary tho

(C)(L)V(N)(C). L includes liquids and glides, N includes liquids, nasals, and glides. While phonemically one sound, sy/zy/ny/ly count as sequences phonologically

For morphological reasons verbs are restricted to CLVC

Glides are also incompatible with high vowels

Stops, Frics, Nasals, Liquids, Glides form groups that can't cooccur - so path ok, pat not.

Stressed. )trochees but the final syllable (including coda) doesn't count if the vowel is short (a ë ï)

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DP

Gender: In/Animate. Animate pronouns divided by economic standing - propertied men and women take a different pronoun than children, serfs, animals, etc

Cases: Absolute ø, Agentive ë, Object, Benefactive, Aditive (dative but for motion), Genitive, Predicative, Copulative (also does topic), Vocative, Instrumental, Postpositional

Numbers: Sg, Du, Pl. Inanimates typically have unmarked mass forms that take a marked singulative

Distinguishes possessors (genitive) and attributions (adjectivized nouns)

Nouns have several declensions inferable from abs stem:

1 athematic - cóc

2 thematic major - cókï

3 thematic minor front - këké

4 thematic minor back - këcó 1 and 2 are similar, 3 and 4 are similar 1 and 2 pluralize with z/r, du ër, singulative di (turns into 3/4), then cases want to be abs ø, agentive ë, object -m, bene -n, aditive -dh, genitive -i/-y, pred -ëda, cop -ë, vocative -a, inst -ëk, postpos -ë 3 and 4 pluralize with s, du se, singulative dï (turns into 1/2), then cases want to be abs ø, agentive ø, object -ma, bene -na, aditive -te/to, genitive -ske/sko, pred-da, cop -ma, vocative -ya, instru -skumï, postpos -ø

Etymologically determined no degree of determination POS RELC ADJ N GEN D Q P

CP

Stative Eventive split. Eventive imperfect verbs take a nasal infix.

Derivation accomplished with prefixes, some metathizing (pe_r + kas > pekras)

Voice includes passive -u-, active -a-. Can combine with derivative voices applicative -m- and causative -s- ~ -r-

Aspects include continuous -m, stative -ø, imperfect n)-, perfect -s, habitual -ø, and long imperfect -C

Tense is past/non-past. Non-past reduplicates the last syllable before voice suffix.

Verbs agree in person and number for the first two persons only, -k and -t

Imperatives are the bare stem. Y/N questions take -në. Other Questions take -danë. No other special moods.

TOP, SUBJ BEN OBJ ADI ADV V C

The king gave an offering to the gods, but sees that it's won't be of much use, unless reinforcements are arriving. Lyâma Nezrën ïthema kâsas, um kinë nye wibnada ko besma, koprowretnadïrë remba nyeya. king gods offerings gave, but this not useful that sees, reinforcements arriving unless

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as nyeyas is the new anyways

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[msklassickilla]

Prada You Chapter 15

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains underage drinking, age gap relationships.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 15: Division

The sunlight streamed through my bedroom window, warming the hardwood floor and catching on the gold bracelet still clinging to my wrist. I turned it over in my hand, the engraved words Belongs to a Prada Boi glinting in the light. It felt heavy—heavier than gold should. I had barely slept since Jey clasped it on, and now it seemed like a permanent reminder of everything I didn’t understand about him or what it required of me in return.

A knock rattled my bedroom door, and my mom’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Nye, I need help with these groceries. Get up.”

My stomach twisted. She couldn’t see this bracelet—not her. Panic surged as I fumbled with the clasp, finally yanking it free and shoving it into my pillowcase.

“Coming!” I called, grabbing a sweatshirt to cover my hurried movements.

When I opened the door, my mom stood there, one brow raised, her hands on her hips. “You’re moving slow today. You all right?”

“Yeah, Ma. Just tired. You know Kiyah kept me up all night,” I lied, brushing past her to avoid her sharp gaze.

She didn’t follow, but her voice trailed behind me. “You been sleeping over there a lot lately. Don’t think I don’t notice. I’m starting to think you like it over there more.”

I grabbed a bag of groceries from the counter, ignoring the sting of her words. My mom was sharp, and if I wasn’t careful, she’d cut right through the excuses I was using to shield her from the truth.

“It’s nothing like that, Ma. Kiyah just wants me over there so we can gossip all night. You know how her and her mama is.”

---

The next day, I met up with Kiyah, Natasha, and Nataya at Kiyah’s apartment. The box fan in the corner barely stirred the sticky summer air, but the loud R&B coming from Kiyah’s stereo kept the vibe lively.

“Okay, Nye,” Kiyah said, pausing mid-polish as she painted her toes neon orange. “What’s the deal? You’ve been holding out on us lately. You and Jey work shit out?”

I hesitated, biting my lip. They’ll never let me hear the end of this if I say what’s really been going on.

“So... Jey asked me to help plan a birthday party for one of the Prada Bois,” I said finally. “It’s for Tama, and it’s supposed to be this Friday.”

The room erupted.

“Wait, hold up. You’re throwing a Prada Boi party?” Natasha squealed, practically spilling her iced tea.

“Not throwing,” I corrected, laughing despite myself. “I’m just helping Jey make it memorable.”

“Girl, that’s throwing the party,” Kiyah said, snapping her gum. “And you know we’re coming. Don’t even play like we’re not.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I teased, though I knew they were coming regardless.

Nataya leaned back on the couch, her bracelets jingling as she adjusted her tank top. “What’s the theme?”

“Something classy but fun,” I said, reaching into my bag. “And speaking of classy...” I pulled out the bracelet, holding it up so it caught the light.

Kiyah’s jaw dropped. “Oh, he’s serious-serious. Let me see that.”

I handed it over, and she turned it over in her hands, her eyes wide. “This is official. Like, he stamped you. That’s crazy. Most hoes don’t get that far.”

Nataya smirked, lifting her own wrist. “Jimmy did the same thing last week. Different words, same vibe.”

Her bracelet read, “My Prada Girl.” I made note of how hers and mines differed.

“Y’all got me out here single and tragic,” Kiyah said, pouting. “I need a Prada Boi. Maybe Damian’s available. Perhaps Jacob but damn he got a lot kids. Like 14 of them.”

The mention of Damian made my stomach twist. I forced a laugh, but her words stuck with me long after the conversation moved on.

---

The next day, Jey surprised me with an invitation to the mall. He was in a rare, good mood, teasing me as we walked through the food court, sharing a chocolate-dipped cone from some ice cream place we passed by.

“You remember when we came here and people-watched?” he asked, grinning as he wiped a stray drip of ice cream from my chin.

I nodded, smiling. “Yeah, and you’d make up those ridiculous stories about everyone we saw.”

“Because I’m funny. Admit it,” he said, nudging me lightly.

“Sometimes,” I teased back, earning a playful glare.

We wandered into Macy's, where Jey immediately started pulling clothes from racks. He paused in front of a display and grabbed a crisp red Ralph Lauren collared shirt for himself. The bold red contrasted perfectly with black jeans he pulled off a nearby hanger, making the outfit sleek and sharp.

Then he turned his attention to me, his eyes scanning the racks until he found a red dress. He held it up, a smirk playing on his lips. “This is it. Short, tight, and classy. Just like you.”

The dress was undeniably striking. The smooth fabric hugged the mannequin’s frame, its bright red hue catching the light. The spaghetti straps and form-fitting design screamed confidence, while the slight slit up one side added an edge. “What do you think? We’ll shut it down at the party.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Red and black, huh? You really want to match?”

“Hell yeah,” he said, his grin widening. “If we’re showing up together, we’re showing out together. Red and black is how we make a statement.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “Fine. But only because you’re paying.”

At the register, Jey took my hand, his thumb brushing over the bracelet on my wrist. His voice dropped, serious now. “You know what this means, right?”

I glanced at him, my smile fading. “What?”

“It means you’re mine,” he said simply. “And I don’t take that lightly. You wearing this? That’s loyalty. That’s trust. And I don’t break that for nobody.”

The intensity in his eyes made my stomach flip. I nodded slowly, unsure of what to say.

He smiled then, softening. “Come on. Let’s get out of here. Friday’s gonna be a movie, baby.”

As we walked out, hand in hand, I couldn’t help but wonder if this bracelet was a promise or a warning.

---

Friday night hummed with electricity. The venue, tucked behind tall iron gates and surrounded by luxury cars, was alive with the deep bass of music and the murmur of voices. The summer air clung to my skin as I stepped out of Jey’s BMW, his hand firmly gripping mine. My friends spilled out behind us, their excited chatter filling the warm night.

The glow from the venue bathed the sidewalk in warm shades of red and gold. My dress, a sleek red number that hugged every curve, felt like a second skin. My stiletto heels clicked against the pavement, every step a reminder to keep my composure. Jey’s arm slipped around my waist, grounding me in the moment.

“You ready to show ‘em how it’s done?” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

I forced a confident smile. “Always.”

Behind us, Kiyah let out an exaggerated gasp. “Y’all really came to shut it down. Nye, that dress is giving—don’t even look at me tonight.”

Natasha snickered, her braids swaying as she adjusted her crop top. “Girl, we all about to steal this party.”

Nataya, walking arm-in-arm with Jimmy, gave me a knowing look. Her bracelet caught the light, sparkling like a quiet declaration. “Just don’t let her outshine me, Jey. Jimmy would never let me live it down.”

Jimmy laughed, leaning down to kiss her temple. “You know you’re the real star, baby. Let ‘em have their moment.”

Jey smirked, nodding toward the door. “Let’s go. The night’s not waiting.”

---

Inside, the venue was a world of its own. Red lights cast a sultry glow over everything, while gold accents on the tables and walls shimmered like hidden treasure. A DJ spun 90s hip-hop and R&B, the beats vibrating through the floor. Waiters moved through the crowd like shadows, balancing trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvres.

Tama, the birthday boy, sat at a central table surrounded by laughter and bottles of top-shelf liquor. His smile widened as he saw us approaching. Jey’s hand stayed firm on my waist as we navigated the crowd, my friends trailing close behind.

“Look at y’all,” Tama said, standing with his arms open. His chain caught the light, gleaming against his crisp black shirt. “Coordinated and killing it. Appreciate you putting this together, Nye.”

“Happy birthday,” I said, returning his grin. “Glad you like it.”

Nataya slid into a seat beside Jimmy, who handed her a glass of champagne with a smirk. Kiyah and Natasha lingered by the bar, where Jacob and Solo were already engaged in a heated conversation. I caught Kiyah tossing a flirty glance at Jacob, her laughter loud enough to turn heads.

Jey pulled me onto his lap as he sat, his arm draped casually over my thigh. The move earned a round of whistles from the table.

“She’s been running shit for this party,” Jey said, his voice loud enough to carry. “This wouldn’t have happened without her.”

“Okay, boss lady!” Solo teased, raising his glass in a mock toast.

The attention made me squirm, but Jey’s hand tightened on my leg, his grip a quiet reminder that I was his. I smiled through the discomfort, playing my part.

---

As the night wore on, the energy shifted. Drinks flowed freely, and the music seemed louder, more urgent. Near the bar, tensions simmered as Damian squared off with a tall man in an oversized black hoodie and heavy gold chain. His posture was rigid, his broad shoulders and clenched fists exuding barely restrained aggression. Their voices started low but sharp, cutting through the ambient noise.

“You didn’t deliver. Now you’re acting like it’s my fault,” the man growled, leaning toward Damian.

Damian didn’t flinch. Instead, he tilted his beer bottle, letting the condensation drip onto the floor as he stared the man down. “You don’t get to talk about delivery when you can’t even follow basic instructions,” he fired back, his voice calm but lethal.

The argument escalated, drawing a crowd. Conversations faltered, and heads turned as their voices grew louder.

“You think you can talk slick and not have consequences? Keep running your mouth and see what happens,” the man snapped, stepping closer.

Damian leaned in, his smirk a taunt. “Go ahead. Make it worth my time.”

Before it could boil over, Jey stumbled into the middle, his steps loose and unsteady. “Hey! Cut this shit out,” he slurred, throwing an arm between them. “We’re here to celebrate, not do this shit.”

The man hesitated, his fists flexing at his sides, but Damian’s jaw tightened. His gaze flicked to Jey, and the weight of his words hung in the air. “Maybe if you picked better people to trust, we wouldn’t be cleaning up their messes.”

The pointed remark hit like a slap. For a moment, Jey’s usual swagger cracked, and a flicker of vulnerability crossed his face. Tama stepped in quickly, his laugh light but firm. “Come on, y’all. Not tonight. This is my night. Let’s keep it cool.”

The man backed off first, muttering something under his breath as he disappeared into the crowd. Damian lingered, his cold stare fixed on Jey before he finally walked away, his beer still in hand.

The confrontation ended without violence, but the tension lingered. I watched from the edge of the room, my chest tight. Jey’s world wasn’t just chaotic; it was a minefield, and I was standing too close to the blast zone.

---

Outside, the air was a welcome relief, cool against my heated skin. I leaned against the wall, trying to collect myself when Damian’s voice broke the silence.

“Needed a break too, huh?”

I turned to see him emerging from the shadows, his beer bottle dangling lazily in his hand. His gaze was sharp, his expression unreadable.

“Damian,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “What are you doing out here?”

“Same as you,” he said, his tone casual. “Getting some air.”

I crossed my arms, trying to steady myself. “What’s up?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a slow sip of his beer, his eyes never leaving mine. “You really think you belong here, Nyeya?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I shot back, my voice defensive.

Damian stepped closer, his tone dropping. “This world ain’t built for girls like you. You think that bracelet makes you untouchable? It doesn’t. It just makes you a target. Makes it harder to leave like I told you to.”

I swallowed hard, refusing to let him see my unease. “I can handle myself.”

“Sure, you can,” he said, his smirk returning. Then, before I could react, he grabbed my arm, pulling me close. His lips brushed against mine in a brief, startling kiss.

I jerked back, my heart pounding. “Damian! What are you doing?”

Damian’s smirk deepened. “A reminder. You’re not as safe as you think you are with him. But with me.. you could be.”

He walked away, disappearing into the night. I stood there, shaken, before finally heading back inside. Jey was drunk, laughing loudly with Tama and Sami. Nataya caught my eye from across the room, her brow furrowing as she noticed my expression. She nudged Jimmy, but I shook my head, forcing a smile. Whatever had just happened, I wasn’t ready to talk about it.

As I sat back down beside Jey, his arm looped lazily around my shoulder, the bracelet on my wrist felt heavier than ever. The words Belongs to a Prada Boi seemed to echo in my mind, each letter a reminder of how deeply I was entangled.

---

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Prada You Chapter 17

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains underage drinking, age gap relationships.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 17: Heavy

The room felt smaller, as if the argument had sucked all the air out of it. I leaned against the wall, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, while Jey paced the floor like a caged animal. His breaths were heavy, his movements restless.

“I’m sorry, Nyeya,” he said finally, breaking the silence. His voice was quieter now, no longer edged with anger but laced with something deeper—regret perhaps. “I didn’t mean for it to go like that. I just… I can’t stand the thought of someone trying to come between us. You know how I feel about you. You know how deep this shit is.”

I stayed silent, my heart still pounding from the intensity of it all. My thoughts raced, caught between wanting to believe him and knowing this wasn’t the first time he’d apologized like this. “Jey, you can’t keep doing this. It’s too much. I don’t… I don’t know how long I can keep dealing with you popping off on me.”

He stopped pacing, turning to face me. The hardness in his expression softened, and he closed the distance between us. “I know I messed up,” he admitted, his voice raw. “But you’re everything to me, Nye. I swear I’ll do better. Just… don’t walk away from me. Not tonight.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken promises. I wanted to push back, to tell him words weren’t enough anymore, but the look in his eyes stopped me. Vulnerability wasn’t something Jey wore often, and seeing it now made it harder to hold onto my anger.

“You always say that. You always do this,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

“And I mean it this time,” he said quickly, his hand brushing against mine. His touch was light, hesitant, as if he was afraid I’d pull away. “Stay with me tonight. We’ll figure it out in the morning. Please, baby.”

I hesitated, the logical part of me screaming to leave, to go home and put space between us. But the vulnerability in his voice and the way he looked at me pulled at something deeper. Against my better judgment, I nodded. “Alright. I’ll stay.”

---

As we left the room, the heavy tension started to lift, though it didn’t disappear completely. My eyes scanned the crowded living room, spotting Kiyah near the kitchen with Jacob still close by her side. Natasha was laughing with Tama and Tonga, while Nataya and Jimmy were tucked into a quiet corner, her hand resting on his knee as they whispered to each other.

I hesitated, but Jey gave me a reassuring nod before stepping away to talk to Sami near the backyard.

Kiyah was the first to notice me approaching, her eyes narrowing with concern. “You okay, Nye? You look…” she paused, glancing behind me as if searching for Jey. “What happened?”

I shrugged, not trusting my voice to sound steady. “I’m fine. We just needed to talk some things out. It’s all good now.”

Natasha joined us, her brow furrowed. “Talk about what? We saw how he dragged you outta here. What’s going on, Nye? He trippin’ again?”

“Nothing,” I said quickly, forcing a small smile. “Everything’s fine now. Really. I’m… I’m gonna stay with him tonight."

Kiyah’s expression turned skeptical. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

Nataya, who had finally made her way over, looked between me and Jey from afar. “Girl, we’ll cover for you if your mama asks, but you need to make sure you’re good. I mean, really good. If you’re not sure, come home with us.”

I appreciated their concern, but I could feel Jey’s eyes on me from across the room, his posture relaxed yet watchful. “I’m sure,” I said, louder this time. “He’s… he’s trying, y’all. I just need to give him a chance. We’ll work things out.”

Kiyah’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she nodded. “Alright. But you call us if anything goes left. Promise me, Nye.”

“Promise,” I said, hoping my voice sounded steadier than I felt.

Satisfied, the girls let it go, but the worry in their eyes stayed with me as I walked back to Jey. He stood near the back door, leaning against the frame with his hands in his pockets. His gaze softened when I approached.

“Everything good?” he asked, his tone low and calm.

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “Let’s go.”

---

The ride to Jey’s house was quiet, the city streets bathed in the glow of streetlights. I stared out the window, my thoughts tangled. Jey’s hand rested on the gear shift, his fingers tapping rhythmically, a small but noticeable sign of his lingering tension.

“I’ll get you home early,” he said, breaking the silence. “Before anyone notices you missing. You said mama don’t trip right if she think you with Kiyah.”

I nodded, my gaze still fixed on the passing buildings. The lies he had me telling sat uncomfortably in my chest, but I didn’t argue.

---

Morning light spilled through the blinds of Jey’s bedroom, casting soft shadows across the walls. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, mingling with the distant hum of traffic outside. I woke to the weight of his arm draped over my waist, his body warm against mine. For a moment, I lay there, replaying the events of the night before. The fight. The apology. The lingering doubt that refused to leave.

Jey stirred beside me, his grip tightening slightly before he opened his eyes. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.

“Morning,” I replied, shifting to sit up.

He propped himself up on one elbow, watching me. “About last night… I meant what I said. I’m sorry. I know I need to do better. I don’t want to lose you.”

I looked down at my hands, tracing invisible patterns on the blanket. “Jey, you can’t keep saying that and then doing the same thing over and over. I… I need things to change.”

“And they will,” he said firmly, sitting up fully now. “Tonight, at the park if you come, it’s just gonna be good vibes. No drama. No fights. Just us having a good time. I promise, Nye. Let me make it up to you.”

I wanted to believe him. The sincerity in his voice made it hard to hold onto my doubts. “Alright,” I said finally, my voice barely audible. “I’ll come.”

His face softened into a smile, and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “That’s my girl.”

---

By the time Jey dropped me off at home, the morning was quiet, the street bathed in soft sunlight. He pulled the car to a stop in front of my house and turned to face me.

“I’ll see you around four. I got some business to handle before I get there,” he said, his tone lighter now. “Wear something cute for me. You know how I like it.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto my face. “Cool. I’ll see you later.”

He leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was soft but lingering, his hand lightly brushing my cheek. When he pulled back, his grin was back in place. “Later, baby.”

I stepped out of the car, closing the door behind me. As he drove off, I stood there for a moment, the smile fading from my face. The warmth of his kiss lingered, but so did the knot in my stomach. Was I making the right choice? I shook my head, pushing the thought aside as I headed inside. For now, I’d let myself hope that today would be different.

---

The midday sun beamed down as I stepped out of the house, my swimsuit covered by a loose, sheer wrap. Natasha and Nataya were already waiting by the car, chattering excitedly about the park party. Kiyah walked up behind me, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. "You good?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Yeah, I’m good," I replied, though my stomach twisted with unease.

We piled into the car Jimmy let Nataya borrow, the twins up front with Natasha driving. She was the best driver out of us. The ride to the park was filled with chatter and laughter, the excitement contagious despite my own lingering doubts. I stared out the window, trying to convince myself this would be a good day.

---

The park was alive with activity. Music blared from speakers set up near the pool, the beats vibrating through the warm summer air. Groups of people danced on the grass; their movements carefree. Others gathered around picnic tables piled high with food—burgers, hot dogs, aluminum pans of baked beans and mac and cheese. The pool glistened, a handful of kids splashing while some adults lounged on inflatable floats, their drinks held high above the water.

“Okay, let’s party,” Natasha said, clapping her hands together as she stepped out of the car. The twins wasted no time joining the festivities, leaving Kiyah and me standing by the lot.

Kiyah turned to me, her expression shifting from excitement to concern. “Alright, Nye, real talk. Are you okay? Like, really okay?"

I hesitated, caught off guard by her directness. “I… Yeah. I’m cool. Why wouldn’t I be?��

Kiyah crossed her arms, giving me a look that said she wasn’t buying it. “You’ve been off lately. Last night wasn’t nothing. And I know how Jey can be especially with you.”

“He’s not that bad,” I said quickly, the words tumbling out before I could think them through. “He’s just… going through some stuff. You know how life gets. It’ll work out.”

“Uh-huh,” Kiyah said, unimpressed. “Listen, I get it. He’s got that whole charm thing going on, but nothing—and I mean nothing—is worth losing yourself over. Not even a Prada Boi.”

Her words hit harder than I wanted to admit. I forced a small smile, hoping to ease her concern. “I’m not losing myself, Kiyah. I’m good. I promise.”

She studied me for a moment before sighing. “Alright. Just… don’t let him drag you down, Nye. You’re better than that. And he not all that anyway.”

“I won’t,” I assured her, though the pit in my stomach said otherwise.

Satisfied, Kiyah grinned and bumped my shoulder. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a date with Jacob. I think I can play step-mama for the right price.” She turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

---

I made my way to the pool, slipping off my wrap and sitting at the edge with my feet dangling in the water. The coolness was a welcome relief from the summer heat, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. I glanced around, my heart skipping when I saw him.

Damian stood on the far side of the pool, leaning casually against a fence with a drink in his hand. His eyes were fixed on me, his gaze heavy and unrelenting. My breath hitched, and I felt suddenly exposed, the swimsuit clinging to my skin like a second layer.

I looked away quickly, my heart pounding. Why was he here? Why now?

The rumble of an engine broke through my thoughts, and I turned to see Jey’s car pulling into the parking lot. He stepped out, his walk slightly unsteady, a bottle of liquor dangling from one hand. He was shirtless, his tattoos on full display, the ink stretching across his chest and arms, a bold statement of who he was. His eyes were glassy, his grin lazy, and his shorts hung low on his hips, completing the effortless look. He looked good as hell.

I pushed myself up from the pool and walked toward him, meeting him halfway. “You’re late,” I said, trying to keep my tone light but unable to hide the edge of annoyance in my voice.

“I’m right on time, baby,” he replied, his arm slipping around my waist and pulling me closer. The smell of alcohol clung to him, sharp and undeniable, but his touch was steady, almost comforting. “You miss me?”

I hesitated for a moment, studying his glassy eyes and the way his grin tilted slightly to the side. “Maybe. Did you miss me?”

“More than you know,” he said, his voice dropping low. He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine in a featherlight tease before pulling back. “You been behaving without me?”

I hesitated before nodding. “Of course.”

His grin widened, and he held the bottle out to me. “Here,” he said, holding the bottle between us. “Take a sip. Loosen up. It’s a celebration, right?”

I took the bottle hesitantly, the liquor burning as it slid down my throat. Jey’s fingers danced on my hip, the touch intimate, almost claiming. He leaned in as I swallowed, his lips brushing the corner of my mouth. "That’s my girl," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. I glanced toward the pool and caught Damian watching us, his expression unreadable. The intensity of his gaze made my skin prickle, and a surge of defiance rose in me.

Turning back to Jey, I slipped an arm around his neck, pulling him flush against me. "You’re in a real good mood today," I murmured, my lips brushing the edge of his jaw before trailing lightly to his ear. "What’s got you so happy?"

“Because I got you, mama,” he murmured, his lips grazing the sensitive spot beneath my ear. “When you’re with me, it’s like everything’s right. Last night’s behind us, right?”

I nodded, even as my heart pounded. “Right.”

Jey’s grin widened before he kissed me again, this time deeper, his lips firm and insistent, as if he was staking a claim. The heat of the moment sent a rush through me, and I clung to him, my fingers running through his hair. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, his breath warm against my skin.

“Let’s go join the party," he said, his voice low and full of promise. "Show everyone how good we look together."

---

The festivities were in full swing. Music blasted from the speakers, and the air was filled with the sound of laughter and splashing water. Jey stayed close, his arm never straying far from my waist.

Natasha and Tonga were dancing near the grill, their movements loose and carefree. Nataya and Jimmy were sitting together at a table, sharing a plate of food and laughing like they had no cares in the world. Kiyah and Jacob were by the pool, their heads close as they talked, their laughter carrying over the noise.

I tried to focus on the party, to lose myself in the energy around me. But every so often, I felt Damian’s gaze slicing through the crowd, his eyes heavy and unyielding. It was like he was reading every move I made, dissecting every touch Jey placed on me. No matter how much I laughed, danced, or clung to Jey, Damian’s presence was a reminder that nothing about today was simple—and nothing about this life ever would be.

---

The park party was electric, the kind of energy that could only come from summer heat and a crowd that seemed to double by the minute. The bass from the speakers thumped so hard it vibrated in my chest, mixing with the smell of charcoal, chlorine, and the tangy sweetness of someone’s perfume. Everywhere I turned, there was movement: people dancing on the grass, kids cannonballing into the pool, and adults balancing plates stacked with food.

Jey had me perched on his lap by one of the folding tables, his arm snug around my waist as I fed him bites of cake. His lips brushed against the fork with every bite, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” I teased, wiping a smudge of frosting from the corner of his lips.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he shot back, his voice low and full of that easy confidence. “You’re spoiling me. You’re not gonna stop now, are you?”

I rolled my eyes, but the warmth in his gaze made my cheeks heat. “Don’t get used to it,” I warned, though the playful lilt in my voice made it clear I didn’t mean it.

Jey chuckled, leaning in to kiss my temple. His grip tightened slightly; a subtle reminder of the claim he had on me. “I will. You treat me like a king, baby. And I treat you like a queen.”

---

As the afternoon stretched into early evening, the crowd seemed to thicken. Natasha and Sami had drifted toward the grill, where Sami’s booming laughter carried over the music. Nataya and Jimmy were sitting under a tree, their hands intertwined, looking like they were in their own world. Kiyah had switched gears, chatting up Solo now, her easy laugh and quick wit drawing him in.

I let my eyes wander, hoping to absorb the carefree atmosphere. But then I saw him.

Damian was sitting against the fence near the pool, a beer bottle dangling loosely in his hand. A woman was perched on his lap, her legs draped over his as she toyed with the gold chain around his neck. She was gorgeous, with dark curls framing her face and a smile that lit up the space around her. Damian’s hand rested on her thigh, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns that made my stomach twist.

I tore my gaze away, the sight leaving a sour taste in my mouth. Why do you care? I scolded myself, but the question felt hollow. I tried to focus on Jey, who was cracking jokes with Jacob, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Damian.

---

Later, I stood and stretched. “I’m gonna put my stuff in your car,” I told Jey, brushing a kiss against his cheek. “Be right back.”

“You sure you don’t want me to come with you?” he asked, his tone teasing but laced with a protective edge.

I smiled. “I’ll be fine. Hold my spot.”

The parking lot was quieter, the distant hum of the party muted by the trees surrounding it. I opened the trunk of Jey’s car, placing my bag inside and closing it with a satisfying click.

“Leaving already?” a voice said behind me. I turned to see Damian standing by a car, his beer still in hand. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes lingered on mine for a moment too long.

“What do you want, Damian?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

“To talk,” he said simply, stepping closer. “You seemed… off earlier. I just want to make sure you’re okay, mami.”

“I’m fine,” I replied sharply. “You don’t need to worry about me. That’s Jey’s job.”

His jaw tightened, and he exhaled through his nose. “Is it bad that I care about you, Nyeya? More than you realize. More than I realized.”

His words threw me off balance, but I masked it with anger. “You have a funny way of showing it,” I snapped, glancing back toward the party. “Is that why you had some girl draped over you like a cheap coat? You worried about her, too?”

Damian’s lips quirked into a smirk. “Jealous?”

I scoffed. “Hardly.”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but I see it, Nye. You’re not happy. Not with him. But I told you that, mami. How long before you admit it?”

My chest tightened. “You don’t know anything about me or what I feel.”

“I know more than you think,” he said, his gaze holding mine. “And I know you deserve better.”

The silence between us was heavy, charged with unspoken things I wasn’t ready to confront. Finally, I shook my head and turned back toward the party. “I don’t have time for this, Damian.”

“Not much time left,” he called after me. “Think about it before it gets worse.”

---

Back at the party, Jey pulled me into his lap again, his arm wrapping securely around me as the card game at the table kicked off. His laughter was loud and easy, his confidence radiating as he placed his bets. I tried to focus on him, on the way his hand rested on my thigh, but I couldn’t shake the tension lingering from my conversation with Damian.

“Yo, Damian!” Jey called out, nodding toward an empty seat. “Get over here, uce. We need one more.”

Damian hesitated for a fraction of a second before approaching, his face carefully neutral. He took the seat without a word, his eyes flicking to me briefly before settling on his cards. The tension at the table was palpable, though no one else seemed to notice.

By the end of the game, I’d had enough. Leaning into Jey, I murmured, “I’m ready to go.”

He glanced at me, his expression softening. “Yeah? Alright, baby. Let’s get outta here.”

He helped me up, throwing an arm over my shoulders as we headed toward the parking lot. I felt Damian’s eyes on me as we walked away, but I didn’t look back. The weight of his gaze followed me long after we left.

---

Back at Jey’s house, the atmosphere shifted into something quieter, softer. The hum of the air conditioner filled the silence, blending with the occasional rustle of leaves outside the window. Jey dropped his keys on the counter and turned to me, his expression uncharacteristically gentle.

“You straight?” he asked, stepping closer, his hands sliding around my waist. His touch was familiar, steady, but his eyes searched mine like he was trying to read the thoughts I wasn’t saying. “You know you mean everything to me, right?”

I nodded, letting out a small breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “Yeah. I’m good. And I know, babe.”

His thumb traced slow circles on my hip, and he leaned in, his forehead resting lightly against mine. “Thanks for sticking with me tonight,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I know I can mess up, Nye. I just… I can’t picture this life without you in it.”

“You think?” I teased, brushing my fingers along the faint stubble on his jaw. “You make it sound like I’m doing you a favor just being here.” My voice softened, my gaze meeting his. “But you know it’s because I care, right? You just gotta let yourself believe you’re worth it.”

He smirked, his lips brushing against my temple. “You keep me steady,” he murmured, his voice raw in a way that made my chest ache. “It’s not just needing you, Nye. You’re the only one who gets me. The only one I trust to really see me, all of me.”

The weight of his words hung between us, and for once, there wasn’t any tension behind them. It felt honest, raw in a way that made my chest tighten. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that started slow but deepened quickly. His hands slid up my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.

“I’m glad you stayed down with me,” he murmured, his lips grazing mine. “I don’t say it enough, but I love you, Nyeya. You’ve got my heart, baby.”

His words hit me harder than I expected, and for a moment, I just stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. “I love you too, Jey,” I whispered, my voice trembling but sure. And as his arms tightened around me, I let myself believe it. For now, it was enough to drown out the noise of everything else.

---

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Prada You Chapter 21

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains harsh/foul language, moments of intimacy, violence, underage drinking, age gap relationships.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 21: War

August 8th 1998

The low hum of washing machines and the distant chatter of two older women talking about the price of food filled the laundromat as I moved through the routine motions of my Sunday morning. Sorting. Folding. Thinking. The clothes weren’t the only thing I was trying to organize—my thoughts felt just as jumbled as the pile of laundry in front of me.

Jey wanted me to move in. Now. His persistence was bothering me greatly.

I bit my lip, staring blankly at the damp clothes as I transferred them from the washer into the dryer. It was all happening too fast. When had I ever said I was ready for that? Ready to leave my mother, leave Michael, leave the little bit of normalcy I still had left?

The thought of my life shifting completely into Jey’s world made me uneasy, but I hadn’t figured out why it bothered me so much.

The small bell above the laundromat door jingled, and I didn’t think much of it—until I felt his presence before I even saw him. Jey. I turned, and there he was, leaning against a folding table like he had all the time in the world. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face when our eyes met.

“Hey, baby.”

My stomach clenched. Not just from seeing him—but because I hadn’t told him where I was going this morning after he dropped me off. How did he even know my ass was here?

I really didn’t want to show my annoyance, so I folded a towel neatly, keeping my voice casual. “I thought you went home to sleep. How did you know where I was?”

Jey walked toward me; hands tucked into the pockets of his black sweatpants. “I always know where you at.”

My hands froze mid-fold. I looked up at him, searching his face. Was he for real right now?

His expression didn’t give me an answer. My mind immediately started running scenarios. Did he have somebody watching me? Or was this just him being his usual overbearing self?

Before I could press him further, he stepped in closer, brushing my hip with his as he leaned on the folding table. “I was thinkin’,” he started, changing the subject, “You wanna learn how to drive today?”

I blinked. “Huh?”

Jey grinned at my reaction, nudging my shoulder. “You heard me. You been wanting to finish learning since that night you had to drive my car to the house on Bend. I got time today, so what’s up?”

I eyed him, trying to ignore the way my heart sped up just a little at the thought. He was right. I had been meaning to finish learning, but with everything Jey consuming my life, I just… hadn’t.

I studied him for a beat longer before shrugging. “Okay.”

Jey smirked in satisfaction. “Aight, bet.”

He stayed close while I finished up, helping me fold clothes, carrying them out like he had nowhere better to be. His touch was softer today, his presence warmer, like he wanted to remind me why I had fallen for him in the first place. Jey could be like this. He could be sweet, patient. Attentive.

It almost made me forget about the eerie way he had just shown up out of nowhere yet again. I still felt like he had somebody following me.

By the time we were back at my place, I was feeling lighter, laughing at something stupid he said as he helped carry the last of my clothes inside. My mama was at work and Michael was somewhere probably terrorizing somebody, so I didn’t mind him coming in.

Maybe today would be easy. Maybe today, I could just enjoy Jey without all the extra weight pressing down on me.

---

The sun was blazing, sending waves of heat through the near-empty parking lot Jey had pulled into. It was the perfect spot to practice. As there was no risk of me hitting anybody shit.

I gripped the steering wheel, my shoulders tense as I stared straight ahead. “You sure ‘bout this?”

Jey’s arm draped over the back of the passenger seat as he watched me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Girl, if I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t be lettin’ you sit in my driver’s seat. Now go ‘head, put yo’ foot on the gas, but slow.”

I exhaled hard, nodding. Doing my best to remember the basics. My foot tapped the pedal, and the car lurched forward, making me yelp.

Jey snorted. “Damn, baby, you tryna send us through the windshield?”

I shot him a glare, adjusting my grip. “Shut up.”

Jey chuckled but reached over, guiding my hands gently. “Relax. You got this. This shit easy once you get the hang of it.”

I took a breath, trying again. This time, the car moved forward smoothly, rolling through the lot without issue. A small grin tugged at my lips as confidence replaced my nerves. I could do this.

We spent the next hour going through the motions—turning, reversing, parking. Jey was patient with me, something I wasn’t used to. He wasn’t barking orders or making me feel stupid for messing up. He was teaching me. Something I found attractive. I liked this side of him.

After one final turn, I parked and turned to him, expecting praise. “Now, rate me 1-10.”

Jey smirked. “Solid 6.”

I gasped. “Excuse me?”

I know he didn’t try to play me like that especially after all my hard work.

“You still scared to go over 20 miles per hour. Ain’t no way I can rate you higher than that.”

I shoved his arm playfully. “You such a hater.”

Jey chuckled before letting his hand rest against my thigh. His fingers traced small circles as he spoke. “When you move in, I’ll get you a car. You ain’t gotta rely on nobody else to get around.”

My stomach flipped. There it was again. I shifted, watching his fingers absently stroke the skin of my uncovered leg. “Jey… why you so pressed on me movin’ in?”

Jey’s eyes lifted to mines, his expression unreadable. “’Cause I want you close. I want you with me every night. Not just sometimes.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek. It wasn’t just about moving in. There was something else to this and he couldn’t change my mind about that.

Jey took my hand in his, rubbing slow circles with his thumb. “I ain’t tryna press you. But I’m serious about this, Nye. I want this to be more. I see it all with you—home, marriage, kids.”

My breath caught. “Jey…”

“Don’t overthink it,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of my wrist. “You built for this. We built for this.”

I stared at him, my emotions tangled into a knot I couldn’t untangle. He made it sound so easy. But deep down, I knew…

Nothing about this life was ever easy.

---

August 12th 1998

The scent of hot comb and pressing oil filled my room as Natasha ran the straightener through the last section of my hair. The soft sizzle echoed against the steady hum of the ceiling fan above us. I sat still, staring at my reflection in the vanity mirror, watching Natasha work with skilled hands.

“You really letting Jey dress you now?” Natasha teased, eyeing the red, slinky dress draped across the bed. “This barely got enough fabric to be called a dress. I usually wear something like that, not you.”

I smirked, flipping a strand of my newly pressed hair over my shoulder. “You know how he is. He likes me looking good for him.”

Natasha rolled her eyes but grinned. “Mmhmm. He just likes showing you off knowing other men can’t have you.”

I laughed softly, before shifting the conversation. “Where’s Taya?”

Natasha paused briefly, then started on my edges. “With Jimmy, where else?”

There was something in her tone that made me glance up. “She been with him a lot lately, huh?”

Natasha exhaled through her nose. “Yeah. Ever since he and Jey got questioned by the police, she been… different. I don’t know, she ain’t herself.” She hesitated before adding, “I think Jimmy’s world is getting to her. She not use to no hood shit like that. Them white boys she usually date don’t get down like Jimmy do.”

I held back from saying what I really wanted to. I wondered if Natasha knew just how much Nataya’s life was changing—but that was for Nataya to share with her twin, not me. Instead, I offered a small nod. “She’ll talk when she’s ready.”

Natasha sighed. “Yeah, I hope so.”

With that, she pressed one last section, ran her fingers through my silky strands, and smiled. “There. You good to go.”

---

Jey pulled up right on time, his car gleaming under the streetlights. I stepped outside, the summer heat hugging my skin. I felt Jey’s eyes on me before he even spoke.

“Damn, girl.”

He was out of the car in seconds, hands sliding to my waist, pulling me close. His eyes roamed my figure, lingering at the curve of my hips and the way the dress clung to my body. “You tryna kill me tonight?”

I giggled, pressing my hands against his chest. “You bought the dress.”

“And I knew you’d make it look even better than I imagined,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss me slowly, as if he wanted to savor the moment.

For once, things felt… light. I let myself melt into the affection, deciding to leave our recent tension about moving in behind for the night. I just wanted to enjoy my man.

Dinner was at a high-end steakhouse downtown, the kind of place with dim lighting, linen tablecloths, and jazz playing in the background. Jey was on his best behavior—keeping his hands on my thigh under the table, whispering sweet things in my ear between courses, making sure my glass stayed full. I loved moments like this.

By the time we left, I was feeling warm and content, my earlier worries buried beneath the buzz of good food and Jey’s presence. But as we drove further away from the city, the mood shifted.

I frowned. “Where we goin’?”

Jey smirked, eyes still on the road. “You’ll see.”

Minutes later, he pulled into the driveway of a decent sized suburban house. My stomach twisted. I had never been here before.

Jey parked and turned to me, nodding toward the house. “Come inside.”

I hesitated. Something about this felt… off. But this was Jey. I trusted him, didn’t I? I followed him up the steps and through the front door. The house was fully furnished—plush couches, framed art on the walls, a polished dining table, and soft lighting that made everything feel cozy.

I looked at him questioningly. “Jey… what is this? Whose house is this?”

Jey turned to me with a slow grin. “Our home. After your birthday, this where we’ll be livin’.”

My breath caught. Our home? My pulse quickened as I took another look around, realization sinking in. He had already planned everything without me. No conversation. No discussion. Just a decision he made for me.

“Jey, you can’t just decide that. You can’t keep doing this to me,” I said, voice tight.

Jey exhaled and closed the space between us, hands sliding up my arms. “Why you makin’ this a big deal? You know how good it’ll be, Nye.” He leaned in, brushing his lips along my jaw. “No more sneakin’ around. No more nights apart. Just me and you. Every night.”

I stiffened, torn between frustration and the way his kisses sent warmth through my body. “You don’t even ask, Jey. You just tell me what we doing.”

Jey kissed my neck slowly, his voice dropping lower. “Cause I know what’s best for us, baby.”

I wanted to push him away. I wanted to argue. But the way he was touching me, pulling me in, made everything blur. His hands trailed down my sides, gripping my hips as he walked me back toward the bedroom.

“Lemme show you how good it’ll be,” he murmured, lips ghosting over my ear.

My breath hitched as my back met the bed. Jey knew how to break my resolve. He knew the exact way to kiss me, the exact places to touch that made me forget—forget about the house, the plans, the fact that I was losing control of my own life.

His hands trailed lower, fingertips teasing over the delicate straps of my dress, his lips tracing the curve of my shoulder. His warmth wrapped around me like a promise—one that whispered of a life I wasn’t sure I could refuse. The air between us grew thick, charged with unspoken words and dangerous desires.

I should fight this. I should set my boundaries. But as Jey leaned over me, his breath hot against my skin, I let go.

For now. I could think about everything else later. This felt too good to fight it. So, I didn’t…

---

August 15th 1998

The ringing of the phone pulled me from my half-sleep. I had been laying on my bed, flipping through a magazine, lost in my thoughts when I finally grabbed the receiver.

"Girl, you comin' to the party for Sami or what?" Kiyah’s voice was already impatient.

I exhaled, rubbing my forehead. "I don’t know yet."

I was still mad at myself for giving in to Jey. I wasn’t sold on moving in no matter how good he made me felt.

"Nye, stop playin'. You know you ain't got no choice," she huffed. "You Jey's girl. He gonna expect you to be there."

I sighed. She was right. Whether I wanted to or not, Jey was going to want me at that party. And he’d throw a fit if I wasn’t.

"The twins are comin', too," Kiyah added. "Sami specifically wanted Natasha there. He been eyein’ her for a minute. He want that chocolate ill nana."

I chuckled to myself. I had noticed how Sami hovered around Natasha whenever she was around. "Fine, fine. I’ll go."

"Good, 'cause I’m on my way. Jacob let me borrow a car."

I sat up, realizing Kiyah was getting in deep. Just like me and Taya. Natasha could be next if Sami played his cards right.

---

By the time we got to the lounge, the party was already in full effect. The air was thick with smoke, laughter spilling from every corner of the dimly lit space. Drinks flowed freely, and bar food was being passed around like currency.

I spotted Sami immediately, pulling Natasha off to the side, his full attention locked on her. I smirked, realizing how smitten he was. Kiyah was draped under Jacob’s protective arm, whispering something in his ear that made him smirk. And then there was Nataya, sitting comfortably in Jimmy’s lap, eating while he nursed a drink and conversed with the men around him.

That’s when I saw it—a small pouch forming on her belly. She wasn’t going to be able to hide it much longer.

I made a mental note to pull her to the side later, but my attention shifted when my eyes landed on Jey. He was playing pool with Damian. My stomach knotted.

I knew they were friends, but it bothered me how much they were together. It was always the two of them. And Dulce wasn’t far either, lingering around the table like she was waiting for an opening.

I rolled my eyes and turned toward the bar, deciding to drink instead of engaging with Jey just yet. But he didn’t let me keep my distance for long. Before I knew it, he was on me, affectionate and intoxicated. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. "Why you ain't come straight to me when you got here, huh?" he murmured into my ear.

I was about to answer when the energy in the room shifted. Four men walked in, drawing everybody’s attention. Jey’s hold on me tightened before he abruptly let go, his whole posture changing. I looked up at him, confused, before glancing back at the men. One of them looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I had seen him before.

Damian moved first, stepping in front of them, his stance aggressive. The conversation started off calmly before their voices grew louder, and then it clicked. The man who stood directly in front of Damian. I had seen that man before—at Tama’s house party. The one who spoke to me and who Jey fought that night.

My stomach flipped as Jey pulled away from me, his focus locked on the men. I reached for him, trying to pull him back, but he was already moving in their direction.

Jey’s voice was low, controlled. "We can take this outside."

My pulse spiked. I didn’t know who the other men were or what this was about, but I knew one thing—this wasn’t good. Jimmy was by Jey’s side in a heartbeat, and together with Damian and the other Prada Bois, they followed the men toward the exit.

Nataya and I locked eyes, the same thought running through our minds. Without a word, we moved in unison, following them outside. Something was about to happen, and I needed to see it for myself.

---

The humid night air clung to my skin, thick with the scent of sweat, spilled liquor, and burning rubber. My heart pounded as I stepped out of the lounge, the neon glow from the sign flickering above like a bad omen. Then, all hell broke loose.

Fists flew. Bodies slammed into car hoods. The night was alive with chaos. Could we go one night without the bullshit?

Jey and Damian were on the same man, the one Jey had already tangled with at Tama’s. Their fists were relentless, cracking against his ribs and face with sickening force. Jimmy and Sami were fighting off another dude, the scuffle dragging them toward the sidewalk. The men they were up against weren’t alone either—more of them lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike.

They definitely had planned to lure them outside and ambush them.

Jacob had a man in a chokehold against a car, his biceps flexed as the guy flailed weakly. Tama and Tonga moved like a synchronized storm, taking turns landing blows on another man who never saw them coming. Bronson wasn’t even fighting—he was destroying one of the dudes, his fists landing with a precision that made my stomach hurt. Blood splattered the pavement beneath him, the man barely holding himself up.

And then I saw it—him. A shadow moving in from the side, creeping up on Jey, a clenched fist ready to strike.

“Baby!” I screamed, sprinting before I even thought twice.

The man swung. The crack of impact sent Jey staggering forward, but he didn’t fall. I didn’t think—I just reacted. Wasn’t nobody about to whoop my man ass if I had anything to do with it.

I launched myself at the guy, swinging with everything in me. My fists connected, but I was outmatched. He caught my arm, yanked me off my feet, and slammed me onto the pavement so hard my breath vanished. Pain shot up my back, but before he could capitalize, a blur of movement exploded beside me.

Kiyah and Natasha.

They were on him in an instant, fists, nails, and heels flying. He barely had time to react before he was crumbling under their combined assault. I scrambled to my feet, my vision tunneling with rage, ready to join back in, but strong arms wrapped around my waist, dragging me back.

“Calm the fuck down,” Damian’s voice growled low in my ear, his grip firm and unyielding.

I kicked at the air, struggling. “Let me go!” I wasn’t done tagging his ass. Don’t nobody put they hands on me.

“Chill, Nyeya,” he warned, voice taut with authority. “Esta no es tu pelea.” (this ain’t your fight)

Jey had recovered by then, shaking off the hit he’d taken, his eyes locking on the man who dared put his hands on me. I barely had time to register what was happening before Jey lunged forward, tackling him like a linebacker. The guy hit the ground hard, and Jey was on top of him in an instant, fists hammering into his face with unrelenting fury.

The wail of police sirens shattered the air. Somebody had called them.

“Shit,” someone muttered.

The lounge owner stormed outside, waving his hands. “Aye! Break this shit up! The cops on the way!”

The energy shifted instantly. The Prada Bois started peeling away from their opponents, stepping back before things could escalate further. Jacob loosened his hold on the guy he was choking out, letting him drop like a sack of bricks. Tama and Tonga backed off, rolling their shoulders like they were just getting warmed up. But Jey wasn’t stopping.

His fists kept coming, blood coating his knuckles, his breathing ragged. He was lost in the violence, in the sheer need to make the man regret ever touching me.

I twisted against Damian’s hold. “Stop him! Damian stop him!”

Damian let out a sharp breath before finally releasing me, moving in to yank Jey back by the collar of his shirt. “Enough, dude! The cops are coming.”

Jey was breathing hard, his fists still clenched, but he finally backed away. His nostrils flared as the flashing red and blue lights became noticeable as they got closer to the scene. His chest rose and fell in sharp breaths, his eyes wild as they locked on mine.

The other men picked up the wounded from their crew, getting back into cars, pulling off with the quickness.

The police arrived shortly after, telling us all to get inside, their presence sending another ripple of tension through the room. My breath hitched as I prayed none of the Prada Bois would get hauled off. I knew how this went—one wrong word, one wrong move, and they’d find a reason to take somebody in.

The lounge owner wasted no time, stepping in with a practiced ease, his voice smooth as he explained to the officers that the fight had been started by the other men—outsiders who had crashed a private event looking for trouble. The police eyed everybody with suspicion, their gazes sweeping over the bruised faces and torn clothes.

For a moment, it felt like they weren’t buying it, but after some back and forth, and the lounge owner pressing that it was an unprovoked attack, they finally backed off. With a stiff warning, they turned on their heels and exited, their presence leaving a thick residue of unease behind.

Jey exhaled sharply, finally turning to me, his fingers grazing the cut on my elbow. The energy in the room was thick, suffocating. Across from us, Dulce was tending to Damian, but his attention was elsewhere—on me. I felt his gaze burning into my skin, an unspoken feelings passing between us that I quickly forced myself to ignore.

My arm throbbed, blood trailing in a thin line, but before I could assess the damage, Jey’s hands were on me, inspecting every inch.

Jey grabbed some napkins from a close by table and pressed them against my arm, his brows furrowed. "You gotta choose your battles more wisely, baby," he muttered, his voice laced with something deeper than concern.

Before I could respond, Damian stepped forward. "She good?" he asked, eyes flickering between me and Jey.

Jey didn’t even look up. "Yea. I got it handled, Uce. I appreciate you for looking out for her out there."

Damian nodded, but his expression told me he wasn’t convinced. The weight of everything that had just happened hung between us, unspoken but understood. I nodded at him, just to get him to let it go.

It seemed like chaos followed us no matter where we went. My head was still spinning from everything—the fight, the cops, the tension brewing in the air that felt like it was far from over.

---

Things seem to settle down but the moment broke when Jimmy’s voice rang out over the murmur of the crowd.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

Nataya was standing her ground, arms crossed, chin high. “What was you thinking? You think I was just gonna sit back and let them jump you?”

Jimmy raked a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. “You pregnant, Taya. What the hell were you even doing outside in the first place? Especially when you carrying my baby.”

Everything stopped.

The words cut through the night like a blade. I felt my stomach drop as Natasha’s head snapped toward them so fast I thought she might get whiplash. “Baby?” she repeated, her voice dangerously quiet. “Did you just say baby?”

Jimmy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” she repeated, voice taut. “That’s all you gotta say?”

Jimmy exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. “Yeah. Let’s not do this right now though.”

“Not now?” Natasha’s voice rose. “You got my sister pregnant, and you don’t wanna do this right fucking now.”

I gulped. This wasn’t supposed to come out especially right now in the mist of what just went down. Natasha had every right to be hurt though. That was her twin, who shared everything with her. I understood.

Natasha’s face twisted with disbelief. “And when the fuck was y’all gonna tell me? After she had the baby or when she could no longer hide it.”

Nataya looked at the ground, her hands protectively placed over her stomach. “We… I just needed time.”

Natasha inhaled sharply, stepping back like the air had been knocked out of her. “You needed time?” Her voice cracked, eyes flicking between her sister and Jimmy. “Are you kidding me, Taya?

Sami grabbed her by the arm, trying to hold her back. “Chill, Tasha.”

“Nah!” Natasha yanked away, her voice shaking. “This is crazy.”

Bronson, never one for dramatics, exhaled and clapped his hands together. “Aight, man, enough of this. We need to get outta here before the cops decide to circle back.”

Natasha wasn’t done though. She turned back to Jimmy. “So, what now, huh? What you gon’ do? You gon’ be around, or you gon’ leave my sister hanging?”

Jimmy’s jaw ticked, his patience wearing thin. “I already told her she ain't got nothing to worry about. She straight. My baby straight.”

Natasha scoffed. “Straight? Negro, y’all was just locked up not too long ago! How the hell you gon’ promise that?”

That hit a nerve. Jimmy’s entire posture shifted. “Watch your mouth, Nat.”

“Or what?” Natasha shot back, stepping closer.

Sami grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back. “Okay, that’s enough,” he muttered in her ear, and after a moment, she let him hold her there, her body still trembling with anger.

I looked at Nataya. She looked drained, her hands still protectively placed over her stomach. She didn’t have the fight in her right now, and I knew she just wanted this to be over.

Jey sighed next to me before stepping forward. “We handling this, aight? Everybody just relax.”

Natasha turned her glare on him. “You knew?”

Jey held his hands up. “Hell nah. I just found out like the rest of y’all.”

Natasha stared at him for a moment, deciding whether she believed him or not, before exhaling and shaking her head. “This is wild.”

Bronson clapped his hands again, louder this time. “Aight, we done here. This shit is done. Everybody go home, get your shit together. We got business to handle tomorrow.”

One by one, people started filing out. The energy in the room was still tense, but the immediate threat of another fight had passed. For most of them, it seemed like just another day.

Jey pulled me closer, brushing his fingers over the cut on my elbow. “C’mon, let’s go.”

I hesitated, glancing at Nataya. She met my eyes and gave me a small nod, silently telling me she’d be okay. I hugged her before following Jey out the door.

As we stepped into the cool night air, he pulled me into his car, his grip firm but careful. Once inside, he exhaled deeply, rubbing his temples. “Shit’s gettin’ messy.”

I didn’t respond. I just stared out the window, watching as Jimmy and Nataya stood by his car, talking in hushed voices. Kiyah, Natasha, along with Sami stood next to the car we all arrived in.

Jey reached over, his fingers grazing my thigh. “You with me, right?”

I turned to him, my mind racing with everything that had happened tonight, everything that had been revealed.

I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah… I’m with you.”

I had told myself over and over that I was built for this life. That I could handle whatever came with it. But tonight made me wonder if I had just been lying to myself.

---

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Prada You Chapter 14

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains harsh/foul language, age gap, manipulation.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

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Chapter 14: Ties

The low hum of the box fan circled through the living room as I sat on the couch, arms folded, eyes locked on the television. The static on the screen flickered between music videos on BET, but my mind was far from whatever was playing. Across from me, Nataya flipped through the latest issue of Honey magazine, casually waiting for Jimmy to come pick her up.

Apparently, this was their new thing. He would come get her from my house instead of where they usually met up. Taya had almost got caught by her mama one day getting into Jimmy’s car. I allowed it as I understood.

The silence between us stretched until I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I had a lot on my mind. I needed some answers. A sounding board.

“Taya,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She glanced up. “What’s up?”

I hesitated, then sighed. “It’s Jey. I don’t know what to do with him. Like I want this shit to work but he be buggin’. One minute we was fine, vibing. The next he trippin’ over small shit. I don’t know how to fix it.”

Nataya leaned back, twirling her bamboo earrings. “Girl, that’s Jey for you. He’s always been like that. Jimmy told me Jey’s been wired different since they were kids. He takes everything personal.”

I rubbed my hands over my face. “But it’s more than that. It’s like he doesn’t see how he’s pushing me away. I don’t know how to get him to see that he’s... too much. I’m literally telling him what’s the issue and he still not getting it.”

Nataya raised a brow. “You really think you can change him? Jey don’t change for nobody. He’s not like Jimmy. Jimmy got his problems, but he’s never gone off on me like Jey has with you. With Jey, it’s either you’re all in or you’re out. And if you’re out, it ain’t pretty from what Jimmy tells me.”

I bit my lip, her words settling like bricks in my chest. “So, what am I supposed to do?”

She shrugged, flipping a page. “You either set boundaries or get out now. But don’t play with him, Nyeya. That man doesn’t do half in.”

I fell silent, the weight of her words pressing on me. Maybe Nataya was right. I needed to figure this out before it spiraled any further.

---

The next day, I sat on my bed, staring at the cordless phone on my nightstand. My thumb hovered over the dial button, my mind racing. Every argument, every moment of sweetness, every threat—all of it tangled up inside me. Before I could talk myself out of it, I pressed the numbers.

Those 48 hours he had given me weren’t up just yet, but we needed a resolution. My birthday party was now 50 days away. I had to give him one more chance just to see if we could figure things out despite everything.

The phone rang twice before Jey answered. “What’s up?” His voice was calm, almost too calm.

“Hey, Jey. W- We need to talk. I think we just need to put it all on the table.”

There was a brief pause. “Good. I’ll be there around 8.”

The line went dead before I could respond. My hands were shaking. Being alone with Jey after everything just didn’t feel safe anymore but what was I supposed to do. Let his crazy ass come drag me out the apartment again. I couldn’t have that. If Jey and I couldn’t come to an agreement then I would walk away for good.

---

Jey’s black Lexus rumbled up to the curb in front of my building, headlights slicing through the dark. The bass from Mobb Deep’s, “Peer Pressure” track vibrated through the car’s frame. I lingered by the car for a second, nerves creeping up my spine. Then I inhaled sharply and opened the passenger door, sliding in.

The inside of the car was dim, lit only by the dull glow of the dashboard. The air was heavy with the scent of Hugo by Hugo Boss cologne and faint weed smoke that clung to the leather seats. Jey didn’t look at me right away, his grip tight on the steering wheel, jaw flexing.

“Took you long enough to call me,” he muttered, eyes fixed on the road ahead.

I crossed my arms, leaning back into the seat. “Jey, please alright. I just wanna talk, no arguing.”

He let out a slow breath, tapping his fingers on the wheel. “Then talk.”

I turned slightly toward him. “You need to chill. You can’t keep treating me like this. I made that promise because I expected you to treat me right. I ain’t done you nothing. So why you trippin’? Ain’t no need for all that.”

His jaw tensed, his knuckles turning white as his grip tightened. For a moment, I thought he was about to snap, but instead, he stared ahead in silence.

“So, you here to check me?” His tone was low, sharp, but under it, I caught a flicker of something else—hurt.

“No, I’m here because this back and forth isn’t working. I need to know if this is something we can fix or if we just not compatible.”

He finally turned his head to look at me, his eyes dark and unreadable. Then, without saying a word, he shifted the car into drive and pulled off, the city lights casting fleeting shadows over his face.

Jey didn’t say much as he drove, the hum of the engine and the low hum of the CD spinning in the player filling the space. The streets blurred until he pulled up in front of his building. Without a word, he cut the engine and stepped out. I hesitated for a second but followed him inside.

His apartment was dimly lit, the scent of cologne mixed with faint traces of incense clinging to the air. The leather furniture gleamed under the glow of a single lamp. It was quiet—eerily quiet.

Jey tossed his keys on the counter and leaned against it; arms crossed. "So, what you tryna say, Nyeya?"

I shifted uncomfortably, my eyes scanning the room before settling on him. "I don’t want to keep arguing. I messed up once. You not even giving me a chance to figure out where I stand with you especially considering who you are.”

My hands were folded over my chest now. I didn’t want to finish but I knew I had to get everything off my chest. “Jey, I’m not property either. Like you don’t own me. I ain’t out to hurt you so you don’t gotta act like you do.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t move. "You think I’m trying to own you? Nah. I’m tryna protect what’s mine. But if you can’t handle that... maybe you not ready for a man like me. Perhaps, I had it all wrong. Thought you was ready for me, Nye."

I clenched my fists, trying to keep calm. "You think this is protection? You’re smothering me, Jey. I need to breathe. You ain’t gotta act like that. I don’t want nobody but you."

The tears fell, rolling down my cheeks. I wanted Jey so bad, but I couldn’t keep on like this.

He pushed off the counter and closed the space between us, eyes locked on mine. "I don’t want to fight with you, Nye. I just want us to be good. But you gotta understand, people out here would love to see me hurt. And you being close to me? That puts you at risk. I can’t have that. Baby, I ain’t mean no harm."

His voice softened at the end, making me hesitate. This was the side of Jey that always pulled me back in—the part that made me believe maybe he was just misunderstood.

I sighed, my shoulders dropping. "Then meet me halfway. We can figure this out, but you gotta treat me better. I’m your equal, not your enemy."

Jey stared for a moment before nodding slowly. "Aight. Let’s figure this out. I’m willing to do whatever to keep you."

For the rest of the night, the tension between us slowly melted. We talked—really talked—for the first time in a while. He didn’t raise his voice, and I didn’t hold back. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something.

Finally, the conversation slowly faded into silence, but it wasn’t the heavy, suffocating kind. It was softer now, comfortable even. Jey reached out, brushing his fingertips against mine, testing the waters. I didn’t pull away.

Minutes turned into hours as we sat there, the tension unraveling thread by thread. His hand eventually slid over mine, his grip warm and steady. Without a word, he pulled me closer, letting me rest against him.

We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to.

For that moment, all the fights, all the warnings, they didn’t matter. It was fragile, but it was real.

Jey's hand moved slowly, tracing the curve of my jaw with a tenderness that felt unfamiliar coming from him. His fingertips were rough, calloused—a reminder of the world he lived in—but his touch was light, almost hesitant. Like he wasn’t sure if he should be holding me this way.

“I don’t like fighting with you, baby,” he murmured, his breath brushing against my skin.

“Then stop giving us reasons to,” I whispered, my voice softer than I intended.

His eyes searched mine for a beat too long before his lips finally met mine. The kiss was slow, deliberate—not the kind that tried to prove a point or erase mistakes, but the kind that asked for forgiveness without saying it. I leaned into it, into him, letting my defenses crumble just for a moment.

Jey deepened the kiss, his hand sliding down to the small of my back, pulling me closer like he was afraid I might slip away. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, clinging to him as if the world outside that apartment didn’t exist.

We moved together, unspoken words filling the gaps between touches. Every kiss, every brush of his hand over my skin, felt like he was trying to rewrite the story we’d been stuck in. And maybe I wanted him to.

But even in the quiet of the moment, something in me remained tense—a small, gnawing reminder that this wasn’t safety. This was surrender.

Later, when the room had gone still and Jey drifted off beside me, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling. His arm draped over my waist felt heavier than it should have, like a weight I wasn’t sure I could carry. But for tonight, I let it stay.

Because tonight, pretending felt easier than leaving.

---

The morning light crept through the blinds of Jey’s apartment, casting thin slivers of gold across the floor. I blinked slowly, realizing where I was. His steady breathing beside me was the only sound filling the room. For a brief moment, things felt... still.

But that peace didn’t last. My mind was already racing. Last night blurred between soft words and touches that felt both comforting and suffocating. We’d reached a fragile truce, but I couldn’t ignore the way Jey’s grip on me lingered—tight, possessive.

I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and sat on the edge of the bed. I stared at my hands, fingers nervously twisting together. My stomach tightened. Last night felt like a step forward, but now it felt like I was tiptoeing around something dangerous, something I couldn't fully name.

Before I could gather my thoughts, I heard him stir behind me.

“You good, mama?” Jey’s voice was low and rough from sleep.

I hesitated. “Yeah... I’m fine.”

He reached out, pulling me back into him, his arm heavy over my waist. “Don’t overthink shit, Nye. We good now, right? It’s you and me ..for life.”

I didn’t answer immediately. “Yeah. We good, babe. Me and you. The two of us.”

But my voice didn’t sound convincing—not even to me.

---

Later that night, Jey called me while I was at home, telling me to get ready. “We going out. Don’t ask where, just be ready.”

An hour later, Jey’s Lexus rumbled up to the curb. The hum of the CD player filled the car with the smooth sounds of Aaliyah’s, “Are You That Somebody, a surprising change from his usual aggressive beats. I slid into the passenger seat, the leather cool against my skin.

“You look good, baby,” he muttered, eyes on the road as he pulled off.

I didn’t respond, keeping my eyes on the passing streets. We drove in tense silence, the city slowly thinning out as we turned onto quieter roads. My stomach twisted in knots the farther we went.

Eventually, Jey slowed the car in front of a tucked-away lounge behind a strip mall. The flickering neon sign barely lit up the cracked pavement. Jey killed the engine and stepped out without a word, forcing me to follow.

Inside, the air was thick with weed smoke and the beat of DMX’s, “Get at Me Dog” vibrating through cheap speakers. The room was dim, shadows moving along the walls. Familiar voices murmured in low tones. Then I saw them.

Damian. Jacob. Sami. And Solo.

Damian’s cold eyes locked on mine, hard and unblinking. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. But that look? It was enough. Remember what I told you.

Jey’s hand slipped to the small of my back, guiding me forward. “Come meet the family. Don’t be shy.”

Jacob glanced up, smirking. “Oh, so this her? Finally bringing her around, huh?”

Solo leaned back; arms crossed. “Bout time. She had yo’ ass out there in that heat actin’ a fool uce.”

Jey chuckled, lighting a Black & Mild with slow, deliberate movements. “Yeah, she’s family now.” His hand tightened on my waist, firm and unyielding. “We finally got shit together. She ready to stand ten down behind me.”

I forced a smile, though my pulse quickened. Damian’s stare burned into me, but I kept my focus on Jey, pretending to be comfortable.

Conversations drifted into talk about money, moves, and territory. Jey leaned in, casually asking me what I thought about throwing a party for one of the guys. It seemed innocent, but I knew better.

“She’s got good ideas. I like her. She can be useful,” Sami muttered, tipping his glass.

“That’s why she’s here. My baby got class. Shit ‘bout to be live,” Jey smirked, squeezing my side.

Minutes dragged on. Damian still hadn’t looked away.

Then, Jey leaned close, his breath warm against my ear. “See? This is what it looks like when you trust me. I got you as long as you got me.”

My stomach churned, but I managed a weak smile. I was deeper in than I wanted to admit. Jey was really pulling me into the middle of the ocean with him. And I didn’t know if I could swim but I had no choice but to try. For my man.

Then Jey reached into his jacket and pulled out a small velvet box. Slowly, he opened it—a custom gold bracelet, gleaming under the low light. Etched into the surface in sharp, clean letters were the words Belongs to a Prada Boi. The engraving glinted, catching the attention of everyone nearby.

Without asking, he clasped it onto my wrist, his touch deliberate.

Jacob let out a low whistle. "Damn, Uce. You really stamped her."

Sami chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "Ain’t no mistaking who she with now."

Solo smirked but said nothing, his eyes briefly flicking to the bracelet before returning to his drink.

Damian’s expression didn’t change, but the tightness in his jaw said enough. His cold stare lingered on me, heavy with unspoken words.

“Now everyone knows who you belong to.”

And Damian? He watched me intently. Could he sense I was unsettled? I stared down at the bracelet, the words staring back at me like a brand. Belongs to a Prada Boi.

My chest tightened. This wasn’t an ordinary gift—it was a silent claim. A reminder that Jey wasn’t just anybody; he was the leader of the Prada Bois. The one who called the shots and took people out at will. And now, he was making sure everyone knew I was part of it.

He knew what he was doing. Instead of saying it aloud, he said it in a subtle way. I swallowed hard, forcing a small smile, but my mind was racing. The weight of the bracelet was heavier than the gold it was made of—it was the weight of every choice I’d made, every warning I’d ignored.

[msklassickilla]

Prada You Chapter 20

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains harsh/foul language, mentions of underage drinking, age gap relationships.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 20: Truth & Lies

August 4th 1998

The sun was blazing down, the humid summer air making the basketball court shimmer like a mirage. I sat at the picnic table under the patchy shade of a scraggly oak tree, fanning myself with a folded flyer someone had left behind. Kiyah and Natasha were across from me, chattering away, their voices weaving through the sound of kids shouting and sneakers squeaking against the blacktop.

Kiyah’s face lit up as she leaned forward, dropping her chin into her hands. "Okay, so let me tell y’all about Big Daddy Jacob."

"Ooh, spill!" Natasha said, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Y’all getting serious, or is he still just a good time?"

Kiyah grinned, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Girl, I like him a lot. Like, for real. And that lil’ night we spent together. Let’s just say… I did what needed to be done."

I let out a laugh, shaking my head as Natasha clapped her hands together, squealing. "You’re too much, Kiyah."

"Oh, it gets better," Kiyah said, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. "I’ll be moving into his pockets shortly. I need them probation fees paid a.s.a.p."

The three of us burst out laughing, the sound carrying across the court. For a moment, everything felt light and carefree, like the weight of the past few weeks had lifted just enough for us to breathe.

"Alright, Nye," Natasha said, turning her attention to me. "Enough about Kiyah’s sugah daddy adventures. What’s up with your party? You ready?"

I shrugged, though a small smile tugged at my lips. "I’m getting there. Jey’s handling most of it. He already rented out a nightclub downtown and took care of the decorations, food, and music. Like I didn’t have to do none of that. All I gotta do is find an outfit."

"A whole nightclub?" Kiyah’s eyes widened. "Damn. That shit gon’ be nice as fuck. Girl, you better show out. That’s gonna be a night to remember."

Natasha nodded enthusiastically. "For real. This is big. I just know everybody gone be there."

"That’s exactly what I was thinking. Party gon’ be full as hell especially with all the boys being there," I replied, my smile faltering slightly. Outwardly, I was as excited as they were, but deep down, something wasn’t sitting right. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was coming, like a storm I couldn’t see but could feel in the air.

I pushed the thought aside, forcing myself to focus on the present. "It’ll be fun," I said, my voice firmer this time. "We just gotta make sure our outfits is on point."

The girls squealed; their excitement infectious. Kiyah reached over to slap my arm. "Don’t even stress it. We all gon’ look bomb. That’s our night to shut shit down."

---

August 5th 1998

The next day, I was standing at the sink, up to my elbows in soapy water, when I heard the front door open. Mama’s voice floated in, tired but warm. "Nyeya, finish those dishes and come talk to me."

"Okay, Mama," I called back, rinsing off the last plate and setting it in the drying rack. Wiping my hands on a towel, I made my way to the living room, where she was sitting on the couch, her shoes kicked off and her hair tied up in a scarf. She patted the cushion beside her, and I sat down, the heaviness in her gaze immediately putting me on edge.

She reached out, gently caressing my face. "You been alright?"

"Yeah, Mama. Why?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. My stomach churned, sensing that whatever was coming wasn’t going to be easy. The scratch on my face had begun to fade but I still felt uneasy under her watchful gaze.

Mama’s lips pressed into a thin line. "Nat told me she heard you and Kiyah was fighting at the arcade Saturday night."

My heart dropped. Nat had been a family friend for as long as I could remember, but I hadn’t expected her to run back to Mama with what she’d heard. How did that even get back to her to know that? Michael was right, eyes were everywhere.

"It wasn’t that serious," I said quickly, hoping to downplay the situation. "Just some girls running their mouths."

Mama’s eyes narrowed slightly. "And who’s this guy friend you’ve been running around with, the one you were supposed to be with?"

I froze, my mind racing. "He’s… he’s just a guy I’ve been seeing from around the way," I said vaguely, avoiding her gaze.

"Just a guy?" Mama’s voice was calm but firm, the kind of tone that demanded the truth. "How old is this guy, Nyeya?"

I hesitated, my hands twisting in my lap. "He’s… he’s 29."

Mama’s eyebrows shot up. "29? Nyeya, that’s a grown man."

"I know," I said quickly. "But he’s… he’s good to me. Jey don’t mean me no harm. Like he not using me like other guys would be, Mama."

Her expression softened slightly, but her eyes remained serious. "Is Jey the one you’ve been spending the night with? You should’ve known it was going to get back to me eventually."

She knew more than I thought. I swallowed hard, realizing there was no point in lying now. "Yes," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn’t believe all my bones was falling out the closet like this.

Mama sighed, leaning back against the couch. "Nyeya, I was your age once. I know how easy it is to get caught up, especially with a man who makes you feel like the world is yours. But you have to be careful. You have to be smart."

"I am," I said, tears stinging my eyes. "Mama, I… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t want you to be mad at me."

I hated disappointing my mama. She did so much for us. I knew who Jey was and if she knew the whole story, she’d definitely have good reason to be.

She reached out, pulling me into a hug. "I’m not mad, baby. I just want you to be honest with me. Lies don’t make things easier, they make them harder. And more than that, I want you to be careful. I’ve seen what this life can do. I’ve lived it. Your daddy… he was just like this man you’re seeing. And look where he ended up."

The mention of my father hit me like a punch to the gut. Mama rarely talked about him, but when she did, it was always a reminder of the risks that came with the life he chose. Slim had been the love of her life until a drug sting when I was two snatched him away. She had moved on, but the scars of that time still lingered.

"I know," I whispered, my voice shaky. "I promise I’ll be careful. And if it gets to be too much… I’ll leave."

Mama pulled back, her hands resting on my shoulders. "I just want you to be happy, Nyeya. Don’t let no man dim your light. Don’t give him that type of power. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you, and I’m not gonna let anyone take that from you. You shouldn’t either."

I nodded, tears slipping down my cheeks. "I promise, Mama. You taught me to want better, to expect better. I won’t let you down."

She smiled softly, brushing a thumb over my cheek. "Good. Now, when am I gonna meet this Jey? Time for you to stop hiding him."

The question caught me off guard, but I managed a small smile. "Soon," I said. "I’ll talk to him about it."

Mama sighed, her tone softening even more. "Nyeya, I’m serious. If he’s the man you’re giving your time to, I need to know who he is and what he's all about. I don’t want you caught up in something you can’t get out of."

The conversation ended better than expected, but as I went back to my room, a heaviness settled over me. Mama’s words lingered in my mind, a reminder of the fine line I was walking. Jey had made it clear—ain’t no leaving. And deep down, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. But I couldn’t ignore the growing sense that this life, as thrilling as it was, came at a price I wasn’t ready to pay.

August 7th 1998

Friday night rolled around, and the air buzzed with the vibrant energy of summer. The Prada Bois’ car show was in full swing, taking over a sprawling parking lot at the park by the lake. The hum of car engines mixed with music blasting from the speakers that surrounded the DJ, and the scent of grilled meats and fresh panipopo hung in the humid air. Kids shrieked with laughter as they jumped in bounce houses, while groups of men hovered around their tricked-out cars, showing off gleaming paint jobs and customized interiors.

I arrived with Kiyah, Natasha, and Nataya. The twins had borrowed their mother’s car for the night under the guise of them going to some youth night at church, and Kiyah had wasted no time calling shotgun. I had squeezed into the back seat with Nataya, the four of us hyped for the night ahead. I wore my red bandeau top and favorite Tommy Hilfiger overalls, my gold bracelet from Jey gleaming on my wrist like a mark of loyalty—or ownership. A reminder that it always held more weight than it probably should have.

The scene was alive when we stepped out of the car. Bright headlights from parked cars cast long shadows, and the glow of string lights wrapped around tents gave the whole place a festive feel. Kiyah spotted Jacob leaning casually against a shiny black Impala, his Prada Boi chain glinting under the streetlights. She shot me a grin before making a beeline for him. Natasha, always drawn to the music, drifted towards the DJ, her hips already swaying to the beat.

That left me with Nataya, who didn’t even glance back as she marched straight to the food tables.

“Girl, you must be hungry?” I teased, catching up to her.

She shot me a grin over her shoulder. “You already know. Don’t act like you don’t be eating too.”

I laughed, shaking my head. By the time I caught up, Nataya was piling her plate high with barbecue ribs, potato salad, baked beans, and a generous helping of sapasui. Then she grabbed another plate and added grilled chicken, panipopo, and fresh taro.

“Two plates?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as we found a spot at one of the picnic tables. She was really taking advantage of the free food.

Nataya plopped down, balancing the plates with ease. “Baby, yes. Jimmy put me on to the island food. I gotta taste everything,” she said with a wink before digging in.

I sat across from her, my appetite gone as I watched her eat with enthusiasm. My gaze lingered on her oversized shirt and shorts, a far cry from Natasha’s mini dress. Her face seemed fuller; her movements slower. Something felt different.

“Nye, you okay?” Nataya asked, noticing my stare. “Why you not eating? You don’t like it?”

I hesitated, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “You on your period?”

I didn’t mean to say it out loud but the thoughts tumbling in mind had me curious. I needed some answers.

Her fork paused mid-air. “What? Why?”

“You just… seem different,” I said, trying to sound casual. “And you’re eating like you ain’t had food all day.”

Nataya laughed, shaking her head. “Girl, I always eat like this. You know that.”

That much was true, but something about her felt… off. I decided not to push it. If she had something to tell me, she would, eventually. But for her sake, I hope it wasn’t what I thought it was.

After we finished eating, I let the party pull me in. The music was too good to ignore, and I found myself bouncing in the inflatable castle with some of the kids, laughing like I didn’t have a care in the world. When the DJ switched to a 90s R&B mix, Natasha dragged me to the makeshift dance floor. I let the rhythm take over, swaying and spinning, losing myself in the moment.

Then I felt it—a heavy, piercing gaze. My eyes scanned the crowd and landed on Damian. He sat near a lineup of cars, one woman perched on his lap and another leaning into him, her hand grazing his arm. But his eyes were locked on me, dark and unreadable.

A chill ran down my spine. I turned away, focusing on the music and Natasha’s carefree moves. Loyalty, I reminded myself. My loyalty was to Jey. Damian was just… history.

Kiyah joined us not long after, her hand clasped in Jacob’s. She leaned in close, her voice low. “Taya’s not drinking. She wouldn’t take a shot with me. That ain’t like her ass.”

“But she’s eating though,” I replied, glancing over at where Nataya was now chatting with a group of women. My only suspicion deepened.

Kiyah and I exchanged a knowing look. “Her ass bet not be pregnant,” Kiyah muttered. “You know they mama, Ms. Deedria, don’t play like that.”

“It’s looking like she is,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “And if she is… that’s crazy. I thought it would be yo’ ass to have baby first.”

Before Kiyah could respond, the growl of engines turned our attention to the lot’s entrance. Jey and Jimmy had arrived, their cars gleaming under the lights. For once, Jey wasn’t intoxicated. He looked calm, clear-headed, and… grounded as he exited his car. His eyes found mine immediately, and he motioned for me to come over.

I nodded to the others before sliding his way. My heart fluttered as I approached him. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. He kissed me, his lips warm and familiar. “You look good,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth.

“Thank you,” I said, smiling up at him.

We lingered in our own little world for a moment before he led me to a quieter spot. As he ate, he brought up something that made my chest tighten.

“When am I meeting moms?” he asked casually.

I had told him the day before that my mama knew who he was and that we were dating. I didn’t expect him to be so eager to meet her though. I still wasn’t sure if I wanted him to meet her. 

“Soon,” I said. “Probably on my birthday. She always does something special for me.” We would normally celebrate along with my granny, Bernice, and some of my other family.

Jey nodded, his expression thoughtful. “That works. But I’ve been thinking. After your birthday, you should move in with me. Ain’t no point in you staying at your mama’s place no more.”

The words hit me like a brick. “Move in?” I repeated, my voice shaky. “Jey, that’s… that’s a lot. And a bit fast.” Jey was talking crazy.

He frowned, his brows knitting together. “How is it a lot? You already spending nights with me. Got some of yo’ clothes there as well. What’s the difference?”

“The difference is my mama and Michael,” I said. “I can’t just leave them. Michael’s heading to high school. And I be there when Ma work overnight to make sure he good.”

I did other stuff to make my mama life easier. She worked full-time and also did hair on the side. I couldn’t just leave her especially for Jey who I only knew for two months. I loved Jey but that was too much of a commitment too soon.

Jey’s jaw tightened, frustration flickering in his eyes. “Michael’s damn near grown. He can take care of himself. You gotta let him be a man. And I’m sure ya mama will be good.”

I shifted uncomfortably. “I’ve been thinking about enrolling in community college this fall,” I said. “And maybe getting a part-time job. Just to have stuff to fill my time with.”

I had plans before I met Jey and I wasn’t trying to change them just because I was his girl now.

Jey’s hand brushed over the bracelet on my wrist, his touch both possessive and tender. “You can go to school, but you don’t need to work. I’ll take care of you, Nye. You know that. I need you with me though. I got us.”

His words should’ve reassured me, but they didn’t. I forced a nod, my mind swirling with doubts. We had been doing good. So, I choose not to argue.

As I glanced around the party, my thoughts wandered. The other Prada Boi wives and girlfriends seemed happy, but were they really? I watched Solo dancing with his girlfriend, Bronson laughing with his wife and kids, and Nataya sitting in Jimmy’s lap as he rubbed her stomach.

Was this truly the life I wanted? The question lingered, heavy and unanswered, as the party carried on around me.

---

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the parking lot as the streetlights flickered to life. The sounds of laughter and music filled the air, and the occasional rev of a car engine reminded everyone of the reason for the gathering. I leaned against a picnic table looking at nothing in particular, trying to shake the uneasy feeling that had been growing in my chest since Jey’s earlier suggestion.

"Nye," Jey’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up to see him standing a few feet away, his hand extended toward me. "Come here. Stop thinking so much. Go have some fun, baby."

I hesitated, then let him pull me into a hug. His arms were warm and firm, but they didn’t ease the tension inside me. I wanted to believe in him, in us, but doubts still lingered. I told myself to let it go, at least for tonight. The party was winding down, and I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Jey kissed the top of my head before pulling away. He glanced toward the lineup of cars and nodded. "I’ll be over there with Damian. Come find me if you need anything."

I watched him stroll away, his confident stride unmistakable even in the dim light. He stopped by the hood of a sleek black car where Damian was already perched, a bottle of beer in his hand. My stomach twisted as I watched them exchange words. Their conversation looked serious, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Curiosity burned inside me, but I stayed rooted to my spot—until Jey’s eyes caught mine.

“Nye, come here,” he called out, his voice loud enough to rise above the chatter.

My heart raced. I told myself there was no reason to be nervous. Damian wouldn’t say anything. He wouldn’t dare. His ass bet not. That shit happened a long time ago. Forcing a smile, I walked over to them, my sandals clicking softly against the pavement. As I approached, Jey reached out and pulled me into his lap.

“Not you being anti-social, girl,” he teased, wrapping an arm around my waist. His tone was light, but I could feel Damian’s eyes on me.

Damian’s expression was unreadable. He took a slow sip of his beer before speaking. “Nyeya. Good to see you again.”

“You too,” I replied, keeping my tone polite. My guard was up, though, and I could feel the tension bubbling just beneath the surface. Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit, sir.

Jey didn’t seem to notice. He leaned back against the car, completely at ease as he spoke to Damian about something— a deal, maybe, or plans for the weekend. I wasn’t paying attention. My focus was split between the warmth of Jey’s embrace and the cool detachment in Damian’s eyes. The moment felt like a game of chess, every word and gesture a calculated move.

Then she appeared. The woman from Tama’s pool party—the one who had been in Damian’s lap. She sidled up to him in a barely there dress, her hand resting possessively on his shoulder. Damian’s lips curled into a smirk as he introduced her.

“This is Dulce,” he said casually. “Dulce, this is Nyeya. Jey’s girl.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said, forcing a polite smile. Dulce nodded, her attention quickly returning to Damian, who didn’t seem to mind.

Jey’s grip on my waist tightened slightly as if reminding me where I belonged. The conversation shifted to lighter topics as a few other Prada Bois wandered over, including Sami and Tama. They were laughing about something when Jey’s voice cut through the noise.

“By the way,” he said, his tone casual but loud enough for everyone to hear, “Nyeya’s gonna be moving in with me soon. My baby coming home for good.”

The group’s reaction was immediate. Cheers and congratulations erupted around us, with Tama slapping Jey on the back and Sami grinning broadly. “That’s what’s up, man,” one of them said.

I froze. My heart thudded painfully in my chest as I forced a smile. Jey hadn’t discussed this with me— not really. He’d brought it up earlier, but I hadn’t agreed to anything. I mean I nodded but that wasn’t agreeance that was a ‘okay, whatever’ type of thing. And now here his ass was announcing it like it was a done deal. I couldn’t believe it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Damian’s reaction. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, and the tension in his jaw was impossible to miss. When our eyes met, it felt like the air had been knocked out of me. There was an unspoken conversation happening between us, one that no one else could hear. I looked away quickly, feeling queasy.

Jey tilted his head to look at me. “You good, baby?”

I nodded, plastering the smile back on my face. “Yeah. I’m good.”

The party carried on around us, the laughter and music ringing hollow in my ears. As Jey chatted with the others, I leaned into his chest, letting his presence ground me. But my thoughts were a tangled mess. Damian’s warnings echoed in my mind, and for the first time, I wondered if I was in over my head. Even if I was, Jey wasn’t letting me go.

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Prada You Chapter 19

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains age gap relationships, underage drinking, violence.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 19: Bonded

August 1st 1998

The early morning quiet was broken by the sharp ring of the cell phone Jey had given me weeks ago. I groggily reached over to grab it from my nightstand, my heart racing at the unexpected call. The small screen lit up with an unknown number. I answered believing it could be important.

"Hello?" I whispered.

"Nyeya, it’s Solo," his voice came through low and serious. "Listen, the laws picked up Jey and Jimmy yesterday for questioning."

I sat up quickly, the grogginess vanishing. "Oh my God! What? Are they okay? What happened?"

"They good. Lawyer’s got ‘em out. They getting released in a few hours, and Jey wants you there," Solo said, his tone softening. "I’m picking up Nataya for Jimmy. I can swing by and get you too."

My stomach churned. The thought of seeing Jey after everything from the past few days made my chest tighten, but this wasn’t about me right now. He needed me. The only problem was Michael. Mama was working the night shift, and I was responsible for him. Leaving him alone wasn’t an option. His ass would never let it go if he woke up and I wasn’t there.

"Alright," I said after a moment. "Come get me."

"Bet. I’ll be there soon," Solo said before hanging up.

I slid out of bed, my bare feet touching the cool floor as I hurried to get dressed. I threw on a simple outfit: jeans and a cropped hoodie. There was no time for makeup, just some lip gloss and putting my braids in a bun. Once ready, I padded over to Michael’s room and knocked softly before pushing the door open.

I stood over him, shaking him awake. "Girl, what?" Michael groaned; his face buried in his pillow.

"Get up. I need you to get dressed. We gotta go somewhere," I said, flipping on the light.

He turned his head to glare at me, squinting against the brightness. "Go where? It’s too damn early for this, Nye."

I hesitated. "We… we’re going to the police station. Now can you please just get dressed."

That got his attention. Michael sat up, his expression a mix of confusion and annoyance. "And what that got to do with me? Why the hell we need to go to the jail house? If ya dude in jail, that’s on you.”

"Chill out on me. You know I can’t leave you here," I said quickly. "Jey and Jimmy got picked up by the laws yesterday. They’re getting released soon, and I gotta be there."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "And you think I care why? He’ll be aight without you. See his ass later."

Michael was blowing me right now. He could never just go with the flow. Always a damn fight with him. But I knew how to get him to agree even if his ass didn’t deserve it.

I sighed, crossing my arms. "I’ll give you $100 to come with me."

He snorted, flopping back onto his pillow. "$200. Nothing less.”

I threw my arms up. Jey money wasn't mines. I mean it was but he didn’t need to know that. I had no other options though. "Fine," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "But hurry up. Solo’s on his way."

Michael grinned, clearly satisfied with his deal, and dragged himself out of bed. By the time he was ready, Solo was pulling up outside. I grabbed my bag and followed Michael out the door.

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Solo was behind the wheel of his SUV, with Jacob riding shotgun. Nataya sat in the backseat, her face red and wet. As Michael and I climbed in, I quickly explained why Michael was with me.

"He’s cool," Solo said, nodding at Michael. "We know how it is."

Michael dapped up Solo and Jacob, already acquainted from past run-ins. I was no longer surprised he knew certain people. I could feel some of the tension ease as I settled in, but it was still thick in the air. As we drove, Nataya leaned closer to me, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Why would the police be questioning them, Nye?" she asked, her brown eyes wide with worry.

I hesitated. I couldn’t tell her what I knew, not without revealing too much. "It’s just how they do," I said, trying to sound reassuring. "The laws don’t have anything, or they wouldn’t be letting them go."

She nodded, but the worry didn’t leave her face. "You sure?"

"I’m sure," I said firmly. "Just stay cool. Everything gon’ be alright."

I didn’t believe what I had just said but it was enough to calm Nataya. Damian was right. Something was coming and I don’t think none of us would be prepared for it.

We fell into silence for the rest of the drive. When we arrived at the station, the sky was just beginning to lighten with the first hints of dawn. Solo parked, and Nataya and I climbed out to wait by the entrance. The minutes felt like hours, each second stretching endlessly. My nerves were on edge, and I could tell Nataya was feeling the same.

Finally, around 6 a.m., the doors opened, and Jey and Jimmy walked out, their lawyer trailing behind them. My heart leapt, and I broke into a run, throwing myself into Jey’s arms. His hold was strong and grounding, his face tired but relieved.

"Baby, are you okay? Did they hurt you?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"I’m good, mama," he said, his voice low and soothing. "They didn’t touch me. I’m okay."

Behind us, Nataya burst into tears as Jimmy pulled her into his arms, whispering something I couldn’t hear. For a moment, everything else faded, and it was just us— reunited, if only for now.

We all piled back into Solo’s SUV, the atmosphere lighter now but still tinged with unease. Jey’s eyes landed on Michael, who was sitting quietly on the other side of me.

"What lil’ man doing up?" Jey asked, his tone more curious than anything.

I explained quickly, and Jey chuckled, reaching for his wallet. He pulled out $300 and handed it to Michael. "There. Now she don’t owe you nothing. We good?”

Michael grinned, pocketing the money. "Good lookin’ out, Jey. We good. More than good."

I rolled my eyes knowing his ass was about to ball out with all that money. I needed to get some as well for all my troubles. I made a mental note to ask him once things cool down.

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Solo drove us back to the lounge where Jey and Jimmy had been picked up. The guy’s got out to talk for a few minutes while Nataya and I hugged goodbye. She climbed into Jimmy’s car, and I got into Jey’s with Michael.

The ride home was quiet, Michael leaning back with his eyes closed in the back seat while Jey reached over to hold my hand. He kissed my knuckles occasionally, his thumb brushing over my skin. The simple gesture made my heart ache, a mix of love and fear swirling inside me. Jey could be sweet at times, but he could change up so quick.

When we pulled up to my building, Jey told Michael to give us a minute. Michael shrugged, thanking Jey for his money again and heading inside.

"Are you sure you okay, babe?" I asked, cupping Jey’s face as soon as we were alone. His eyes softened, and he leaned into my touch.

"Baby, I’m good," he said, his voice steady. "You don’t need to worry about nothing. I got it handled. Everything gon’ work out in the end."

He seemed so sure of his ability to stop what I believe we all knew was coming. I liked that about him. So strong, so fearless. I had to be strong to at least for his sake.

Jey kissed me gently, and I felt my fears crumble. Whatever doubts I had melted away in that moment. His kisses always seem like an antidote.

"I’m sorry for how I acted last time," he said, his forehead resting against mine. "I told you I’d be better for you, and I mean that. Let me make it up to you. We’ll go out tonight. Somewhere nice."

I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Okay. Sure.”

"Dress up for me," he said, his lips brushing mine one last time before pulling away. "I’ll pick you up later."

I stepped out of the car, watching him drive away. For the first time in days, I felt lighter, like maybe things could finally go back to how they used to be. Damian’s warnings were a faint echo in the back of my mind, but I shoved them aside. Jey was who I wanted. And Jey was who I’d stay with through it all.

---

The sun had barely set when I was standing in front of my mirror, smoothing down the red strapless romper I’d picked out. The soft fabric hugged my curves, leaving just enough to the imagination, and I couldn’t help but admire how good I looked. The scented shea butter made my brown skin glisten under the light. I grabbed my phone, dialing Kiyah while brushing a bit of gloss over my lips. I’m sure Nataya had already filled her in, but she was waiting to hear it from me. Nosey ass.

She picked up on the second ring.

"Heifa, it’s about time you called," Kiyah said, her voice teasing. "I was starting to think you was gon’ hold out on me. Now spill. What happened this morning?"

I sighed, leaning against my dresser. "Not much to tell, honestly. Solo called me early this morning to let me know Jey and Jimmy were being released from questioning. They picked them up from the lounge they was at yesterday. Kept them overnight. We waited outside the station, and then Jey took me home. That’s it.”

"Mmm," Kiyah hummed, her tone skeptical. "You don’t find it weird that the cops picked them up out of nowhere? You know what that’s probably about, right?"

I knew exactly what she was insinuating but wasn’t about to entertain it. Like I said, taking it to my grave. "It could’ve been about anything," I said, feigning nonchalance. "The police are always messing with folks especially them. You know what they do for money. I don’t believe they had anything to do with what happened to Carmelo."

"You really believe that?" she asked.

I hesitated, biting my lip. "I don’t think the Prada Bois had anything to do with that," I lied, my voice firm. "It was probably something else entirely. Like the drugs or trap houses they got."

Kiyah let out a small laugh. "Yea, but I saw the news, girl. They out for blood. So, they could’ve just picked them up to see if they can pin it on them anyway. Hope not though especially if the real killers still free."

My stomach knotted. I hate lying to Kiyah, but some things just didn’t need to be said …ever.

"Probably. But I agree with you," I said. "I’ll call you when I get home… if I come home."

"You better. I want to hear all the details," Kiyah said, her voice playful. "But something tells me you’ll be shacked up with your man tonight. He got some making up to do."

I laughed, hanging up just as Mama’s voice called from the living room.

"Nye, you heading out?"

"Yeah, Mama," I said, stepping out of my room. She was standing in the middle of the living room, braiding one of her client’s hair with a focused expression. "My guy friend taking me out."

She glanced up, her hands pausing briefly. "Be safe, and if you stay at Kiyah’s let me know. Love you."

"I will," I promised, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before heading for the door. “I love you more.”

Just as I made it down the stairs, Jey pulled up in a car I hadn’t seen before. An all black 1990 Chevy Caprice. He hopped out, a rare grin lighting up his face as he opened the passenger side door for me. My heart fluttered at the gesture— this was new.

"Damn, you look good as hell," he said, his eyes raking over me. Before I could respond, he scooped me up, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. My giggle was muffled against his mouth as I playfully pushed at his chest.

"Don’t start nothin’ you can’t finish," I teased, my cheeks warm.

He let me go with a wink, his hand grazing my behind as he helped me into the car. "Oh, you know I always finish. Believe that."

I stuck my tongue out at him as he closed the door, jogging to the driver's side.

---

The drive was easy, Jey’s hand laced with mine as the radio played softly in the background. Tamia’s "So Into You" came on, and I couldn’t help but sing along, the lyrics slipping from my lips effortlessly.

"I really like what you've done to me… I can't really explain it, I'm so into you…"

Jey glanced over, a grin spreading across his face. "That’s how I met yo' ass, you know," he said. "Yo’ ass was singing at that rec party that night like you didn’t care who was listening. I knew right then you were special."

My cheeks heated, his words warming me in a way I couldn’t describe. "You remember that?"

"How could I forget?" he said, squeezing my hand. "Best night of my life."

The sincerity in his voice made my heart ache in the best way. Moments like this reminded me why I fell for him in the first place. He knew how to make my heart smile.

When we pulled up to the arcade, I couldn’t help the little happy dance I did in my seat. "I haven’t been to an arcade since Michael’s birthday last year!"

Jey’s grin widened as he watched me. "Glad I could make you happy."

We walked inside hand in hand, the hum of games and laughter surrounding us. The arcade was bustling, neon lights flashing against the black carpeted floors. Jey held me close, his presence a protective shield as we navigated the crowd.

"Let’s eat first," he said, leading me to the small food court tucked in the corner. We grabbed a booth, and I couldn’t help but steal bites from his plate, earning teasing looks from him.

"You got your own food, girl" he said, shaking his head with a laugh.

"And? I’ma eat yours and mines. Now move your hand," I replied, popping a fry of his into my mouth.

He chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "You’re somethin’ else, you know that?"

“But you love me,” I teased, doing a little shimmy. He rolled his eyes, but I could see the smile on his lips.

---

After a couple of drinks at the bar—Jey had paid the bartender to overlook my lack of ID—we hit the games. From skee-ball to air hockey, we played like kids, laughing and teasing each other the whole time. Jey was competitive, but so was I, and I made sure he knew it.

"You cheat!" he accused, pointing at the scoreboard after I beat him at basketball.

"I’m just better, baby," I shot back, sticking my tongue out.

But as we moved to another game, I noticed something—a group of three women sitting by the bar, their eyes locked on us. My stomach twisted uncomfortably, but before I could say anything, I spotted a familiar face entering the arcade.

"Jey," I said, tugging at his shirt. "Look at this shit here."

He followed my gaze, his face breaking into a grin. "Jacob and Kiyah," he said, calling out loudly. "Yo’, Jacob!"

I groaned, slapping his arm. "Why you gotta be so loud? She on probation.”

Jacob and Kiyah looked over, surprised to see us. As they made their way over, I crossed my arms, giving Kiyah a pointed look.

"How the hell was I supposed to call you if you’re out here running around with Jacob?" I asked, my tone playful but accusing.

Kiyah laughed, holding up her hands. "It was a last-minute thing, I swear. Take it easy on me. You know I’m tryna secure Big Daddy."

We snickered knowing what that meant. She was about run his pockets dry, a bunch of kids or not. Kiyah was gon’ get her cut.

The four of us fell into an easy rhythm, talking and playing games as the night went on. It felt good to relax, to laugh like everything was normal. But as the clock approached 11, my attention was drawn back to the three women. They hadn’t moved, and their eyes were still on us—or more specifically, on Jey.

I didn’t like it. Something felt off about it. "Girl, they starting to irk me. They been watching hard as hell all night. Do we know them?" I asked Kiyah, nodding toward the group.

She followed my gaze, her brow furrowing. "Oh, damn. That’s Tasha," she said after a moment. "Jey’s ex… or at least I think that’s what she was. They probably just messing around."

My stomach dropped. I couldn’t stop the hostility bubbling up. "Huh? Really?"

Kiyah grabbed my arm. "Don’t start. She was probably nothing to his ass. It’s not worth it, Nye. Let her ass look."

She knew how I could get especially if I had been drinking. I was heated and the tension was already brewing.  Kiyah must’ve sensed I was about to start some shit. So, she pulled me toward the bathroom.

"Where y’all going?" Jey called out, his tone crisp and light.

"We’ll be back," I replied, my voice tight as we disappeared into the bathroom.

Once inside, Kiyah turned to me, her face a mix of concern and exasperation. "Aye, Nye. You gotta chill. If they don’t buck, we won’t. Cool? "

I exhaled, pacing the small space as my emotions churned. "It’s just funny how Jey and I get back on good terms, and suddenly his ex shows up."

Kiyah crossed her arms. "Look, Tasha ditzy ass ain’t on that. She’d be a damn fool to start some shit knowing she can’t fight worth a damn."

Her attempt to lighten the mood brought a small smile to my face. "You wild but are you sure?"

"Positive," she said firmly. "Now, freshen up, and let’s go back out there."

I was gon’ be cool ..for now. As long as she stayed in her place. But as we returned to the main area, my heart sank when I saw Tasha and her friends now surrounding the pool table. Tasha was up in Jey’s face, smiling and talking like she had every right to be there. My blood boiled all over again, and this time, I wasn’t about to let it slide.

Without thinking, I stalked toward them, Kiyah right behind me. I wasn’t about to allow no disrespect especially after all the shit I done been through with this man.  

"Jey," I said loudly, cutting off whatever Tasha was saying. "I see you real popular especially when I’m not around. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your little friend?"

I sized up Tasha now that I could. She appeared to be 5’6, a tiny thing covered in tattoos. The red cherry on her shoulder stood out. She was cute with her red pixie cut and button nose. That was cool but she wasn’t me.

Jey’s eyes flicked to me, sensing the tension. "Tasha ain’t nobody special," he said quickly.

Tasha’s dark brown eyes narrowed. "Nobody special? I didn’t know you slept with nobodies without protection for months. Telling them you love them and can’t live without ‘em."

Jey sucked his teeth, rolling his eyes. Tasha shifted from one leg to the other ignoring me altogether.

I saw red. "Girl, that’s dead now" I said sharply. "You old news. I’m his girl."

Tasha looked me up and down before smirking. "Jey I didn’t know you liked little girls now. Especially after dealing with a woman like me.”

I stepped forward, but Jey held me back. Jey tried to intervene, but before he could say anything I raised a hand to stop him. She had really pushed me too far.

"You can meet me outside if you’ve got a problem we need to solve," I said, my voice cutting through the friction like a blade. My chest rose and fell with the adrenaline coursing through me, but my expression stayed sharp. Tasha’s two friends exchanged glances, shifting closer like they were ready to jump in.

The air crackled with the kind of unease that could explode at any second. People were starting to pay attention to scene unfolding. Before I could take a step forward, Kiyah was suddenly beside me, her presence grounding me.

"Y’all really don’t want this," Kiyah said, her smirk dripping with confidence. Her gaze flicked from Tasha to her friends, her tone as casual as it was direct. "And Tasha, please. Be serious right now. Yo’ ass can’t fight worth a damn. Gon’ head and scram before you embarrass yourself in front of all these people."

I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up from my chest. Jacob, standing off to the side, laughed too, the sound only adding to Tasha’s humiliation. Her cheeks flushed crimson as her jaw tightened. For a second, I thought she was going to back down. She turned slightly, as if retreating, but then she spun back around and threw a wild swing at me.

Her fist sailed past my face, and instinct took over. My hand shot up, landing a clean hit to her cheek that sent her stumbling back. Gasps rippled through the crowd as the arcade erupted into chaos. Tasha’s friends lunged toward me, but Kiyah was quicker, stepping in to intercept them. She took on both of the women pushing one down and swinging at the other.

"Get off me!" Tasha screeched, clawing at my arms as I grabbed a fistful of her short hair, yanking her backward. My heart pounded in my ears as we hit the ground, her nails scratching at my face. The sound of shoes scuffling against the floor and shouts filled the air, but all I could focus on was her.

Jey’s voice boomed above the noise. "Yo, Nyeya! Stop! Stop!"

I felt his arms wrap around my waist, lifting me off the ground as I struggled to get free. My blood was still boiling, and I kicked at the air, my adrenaline refusing to let me calm down. She needed to feel me.

"Baby! Enough!" Jey shouted; his voice hard as he held me tight. His strength overpowered my resistance, and I finally went limp, my chest heaving with anger. I pulled my romper back up over my strapless bra as it had been pulled down during the fight.

Nearby, Jacob had Kiyah in a similar hold, pulling her away from one of Tasha’s friends. "Come on, Kiyah, let it go!" he said, his voice strained but tinged with amusement. Kiyah relented; her hands still balled into fists as she glared at the two women.

The manager stormed through the crowd of onlookers, his face red with fury. "That’s it! Y’all need to get out—now! I’m not calling the cops, but if you don’t leave, I’ll change my mind real quick."

Jey carried me toward the door, his grip firm but gentle as I struggled to catch my breath. Jacob followed with Kiyah, the two of us girls still fuming.

"She’s lucky I didn’t do worse! I would’ve beat her ass some more," I shouted, my voice echoing in the parking lot. My hand went to the scratch on my upper jaw, the sting only fueling my anger. The blood staining my hands had me ready to go back in there and finish what she started.

"Lucky? Girl, hell nah! They blessed I didn’t do more damage to the both of ‘em!" Kiyah added, brushing her hair out of her face. Her tone was indignant, but the smirk on her lips betrayed her satisfaction. “You know my ass been fighting since kindergarten. I take bitches down!”

She was right. We had been double teaming hoes for years. She always had my back and I always had hers.

Jey finally set me down on the hood of his car, his expression a mix of frustration and pride. "Damn, baby. I didn’t know you had it in you."

Jacob laughed, slapping Jey on the back. "Man, your girl’s got hands. And Kiyah? She’s a beast."

"I could’ve told you that," Jey said, his lips curving into a grin as he pulled me close. “I done heard stories about Kiyah crazy ass. So, it's only right if my baby had hands too.”

With his attention back on me, his hands cupped my face gently, tilting my head to examine the scratch on my jaw. "You too pretty to be fighting, baby. Can’t be out here messing up ya face."

I tried to look away, embarrassed by his attention, but his fingers held me steady. "She deserved it," I muttered, my voice still tight with residual anger. “I should’ve done worse.”

Jey chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to my forehead. "She’s old news, baby. I’m only focused on you. Don’t let her or nobody else get under your skin."

His words were a balm to my frayed nerves, and I found myself relaxing in his arms. "You sure? Ain’t no mo’ exes I gotta fight?"

"Positive," he said, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, reassuring kiss. "Now, what you say we cool off? How about Waffle House?"

A small smile tugged at my lips despite everything. "Waffle House sounds perfect."

We turned toward Jacob and Kiyah, who were leaning against Jacob’s car across the way. Or rather, Kiyah was pinned against it, Jacob’s lips trailing along her neck. I guess that was his way of calming her down. A small giggle left my mouth.

Jey let out a loud whistle, making them jump apart.

"Y’all wanna hit Waffle House or what?" Jey called out, his grin wide.

Jacob nodded, wrapping an arm around Kiyah. "Yeah, we’ll follow y’all there."

---

The Waffle House was alive with late-night energy, the hum of conversations and clinking plates filling the air. We slid into a booth, Jey sitting close beside me with his arm draped over my shoulders. Across from us, Jacob and Kiyah sat hand in hand, their laughter mingling with the din around us.

Once our food arrived, the conversation turned to the fight. Jacob leaned back in his seat, shaking his head in disbelief. "Man, I’ve seen some wild stuff, but y’all… y’all took it to another level tonight."

"She came for me," I said defensively, stabbing a fork into my hash browns. "I wasn’t just gonna let her talk slick and get away with it. Plus, she swung and missed. Nah, she set herself up."

"And her ugly ass friends?" Kiyah added, rolling her eyes. "This wasn’t about them, but they jumped in anyway. So, guess what? I beat both of they asses like they stole something."

Jey laughed, his hand squeezing my shoulder. "You held your own, baby. I’m proud of you."

The disharmony from earlier began to melt away as Jey and Jacob launched into stories about past Prada Boi fights. They painted vivid pictures of brawls at clubs, parking lots, and even house parties. Kiyah and I hung on their every word, our laughter filling the small space as we imagined the chaos. It seemed like me and Kiyah fit right in. Perhaps, we needed a Prada Girl division.

By the time we finished eating, the mood was light and easy, the events of the night feeling like a distant memory. Kiyah leaned into Jacob, her voice soft but playful. "I’m trying to head back to your place tonight."

Jacob smirked, glancing at Jey. "Looks like we’re calling it a night."

Jey chuckled, pulling out his wallet to pay for everyone. "I got it," he said, waving off Jacob’s attempt to chip in.

Outside, we said our goodbyes. Kiyah gave me a quick hug before climbing into Jacob’s car. "Call me tomorrow," she said with a wink.

I knew what her ass was about to get into. It was Jacob I was worried about. His whole life was about to change after she put it on him.

Jey opened the passenger door of his car for me, his hand resting on my lower back as I slid in. The ride back to his place was quiet but comfortable, the soft drone of the radio filling the silence. Jey reached over, lacing his fingers with mine.

"You showed me a whole other side of you tonight," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself. I like that shit, baby."

I glanced at him, my heart swelling at his words. "Thank you," I said softly. "I just… I want to be the kind of girl who’s got your back. Ride for you like you ride for me."

His grip on my hand tightened, and he brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my skin. "You already are baby. We for life."

As we pulled up to his place, I couldn’t help but feel like we were finally moving in the right direction. Despite everything, I wanted to believe we could make this work. We had to.

---

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Prada You Chapter 11

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains foul/harsh language.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

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Chapter 11: Reality

“Girl, he really said he’d pay for the whole party?” Kiyah asked, her eyes wide as she flopped onto my bed.

I nodded, pulling a few things out of the shopping bags sprawled across my room. “Yeah, he said it’s whatever I want. Venue, DJ, food—all of it. He’s got it.”

I had invited the girls over so we could catch up. My ass had been up under Jey, and they felt I had been neglecting them. So, I had to do what’s right.

The twins, Natasha and Nataya, exchanged excited glances before practically squealing.

“Oh, it’s about to be a movie,” Nataya grinned. “What’s the theme? You gotta have a theme. Like, remember Macy, she did that whole glitter and denim theme for her 18th birthday. It was cute.”

“Yea, it was. But like she wasn’t. She could barely walk in the heels and her ankles was ashy the whole night,” Kiyah reminded.

“Kiyah, please,” Natasha cackled. Nataya and I just looked away, shaking our heads. She just said any damn thing.

“I’m just keeping it real since y’all heifers won’t,” Kiyah shrugged.

I shrugged as well, holding up the Coach purse Jey bought me at the mall. The light caught the gold clasp, making it sparkle. “I don’t know. Something cute but not corny. I’m open to ideas. I know y’all can help me out.”

“Boo, you’re officially living the life,” Natasha said, leaning over to admire the purse. “And don’t even get me started on this bag. I saw this in one of those magazine’s Taya got at home. Jey’s really stepping up, I see.”

“He better after all that shit he did,” Kiyah chimed in, crunching on her chips. “If he’s paying for this party, it needs to be the talk of the summer. I’m talking custom invitations, a banging playlist, and outfits for all of us that shut all that shit down.”

“Okay, okay,” I laughed, kicking my feet up on the edge of my bed. “Let Kiyah tell it he gotta buy her mama an outfit too. But I’m with y’all. We gotta make it one for the books though.”

For the next few hours, we sprawled out on my floor, flipping through magazines and brainstorming ideas for the party. Kiyah had a million suggestions, most involving sequins and neon lights, and the twins were quick to second every one of them. By the time they left, I was already imagining how the night would go—the music, the lights, and me front and center, living my best life.

----

After the sun had gone down, I gathered up the weekly laundry and headed to the laundromat across the way. Mama usually did it, but I always felt the need to ease her burden when I could. There was a nice breeze as I crossed the courtyard, and I felt lighter than I had in weeks. Things were finally coming together. Jey was stepping up, and my birthday was shaping up to be unforgettable.

At the laundromat, I loaded up the machines and sat down with a magazine while they ran. The hum of the dryers and the chatter of the other patrons made it easy to zone out. I smiled to myself, still floating on air from the past few days.

When I got back to my apartment, my mood took a sharp turn. Jey was sitting on my steps, his arms crossed and his face dark. My stomach sank.

“You not answering your phone now?” he snapped as I walked up.

I froze, gripping the handle of the wagon carrying the laundry. “Baby, what you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Nyeya. I called you. Several times,” he said, standing up. “And on top of that, you out here running your mouth with Damian? At the damn corner store? When your ass was supposed to get out the car and take your ass in the house.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Hold up. First of all, the phone is in the house. And for two you mad because I had a conversation? Are you serious right now?”

Jey stepped closer, his voice low but sharp. “You think I’m fucking stupid? The phone upstairs, huh? Why you think I bought that shit for you in the first place? So, you can always have it on you. Yet, where is it?”

I crossed my arms over my chest, truly confused by his attitude. Yea, I had forgot the phone, but it had only been one night. I wasn’t use to having no damn cellphone.

“I-

“Dead that. What the hell was you talking about with Damian? What you and my uce got to talk about. Tell me, Nyeya?”

Jey was turning red at this point but I ain’t even care ‘cause who was he talking to. Apparently I needed to remind him yet again who the fuck I was and was not.

“Take that bass out your voice when you talking to me. I’m not no Prada Boi who you can bark at when you feel like it. And nothing Damian and I got going on is none of your concern. And if you want that damn phone back, I can give it back to you,” I shot back, trying to step past him. But he grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

“Don’t you ever walk away from me,” he warned, his grip firm but not painful.

“Let me go, Jey,” I said, yanking my arm free. “You’re doing too much right now.”

His laugh was bitter. “I’m doing too much? You the one out here making me look stupid, not answering the phone when I call, running around with Damian like you don't belong to me. You wanna see me act a fool, Nyeya? I will.”

The fight escalated, our voices growing louder with every exchange. Neighbors peeked out of their windows and doors, but no one stepped in. This was Jey’s territory, and everyone knew better than to get involved.

“You know what, Jey? Act a fool. Do what you gon’ do. And I’m gon’ outdo you. But that’s what you asking for,” I finally said, my voice shaking with frustration. “I’m out here trying to make things work with your crazy ass. And here you go with the drama and the bullshit. If this is what’s it’s gon’ be every other day then I’d rather be myself.”

His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say anything. He just stared at me, his jaw clenched. The silence was louder than any argument we could’ve had. Finally, he stepped back, letting me pass.

“Ain’t no way out, Nyeya,” he said quietly. “Ain’t no leaving me.”

I didn’t respond. I just climbed the steps with the wagon in tow, unlocked the door, and shut it behind me. My hands were shaking, and my chest felt tight. For all the good things Jey brought into my life, moments like this made me question if any of it was worth the trouble.

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Prada You Chapter 9

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains foul/harsh language, depiction of murder, age gap, mentions of sex

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 9: Sinner

"I don't know who did this to my baby, but I know he didn't deserve this. Carmelo was a decent young man full of life. And for someone to kill him breaks my heart. He was my only son, my only baby. The love of my life," Melo's mother cried.

I wiped my eyes as I listened to everyone speak about what Melo meant to them. We were at his candlelight vigil, which was held at the same place he died, the skating rink.

A sea of people stood in the parking lot in support of his family. None of this made sense. There had been some rumors floating around about what happened, but nothing confirmed. It was to be expected because nobody talked even when they knew the truth. The twins, Kiyah, and I stood together wearing shirts with his picture on them. We had all grew up together, so we were taking it hard especially since we were just together.

"Damn man! Life is crazy. I feel for his family," Kiyah sniffled.

I agreed. Some things would never sit right with me, and this was one of those things.

-------

The sun was setting as the vigil came to an end. I found myself sitting on the back of somebody's opened truck bed as the girls had scattered to speak to people they knew. The red rose that I received during the vigil dangled in my hands as I waited.

"How you doing baby?"

Jey approached me. I didn't think he would show up to something like this, but it was nice to see him showing love.

"I'm doing the best I can," I murmured.

Jey leaned up against the truck bed next to me. A rush of heat engulfed me as his scent filled my nostrils. He smelled good as hell. He looked good, too.

"I hear you. It's always a sad occasion when somebody dies especially that young. That's the way it is in the hood though," he drawled.

He sounded nonchalant but I didn't hold it against him. Jey saw death more than a few times I could imagine probably at the hands of himself.

"Yea, it's sad especially when it's senseless. None of it makes sense, you know," I attested.

He only nodded. Silence fell over us as we watched the crowd in front of us. I realized I was no longer angry at Jey because it was what it was. Melo dying made me look at things differently. Life was too short to be mad, to be sad, or not happy.

"Nyeya, I don't know how to say this because it might not matter but I need to say it 'cause life not guaranteed," he began.

I met his eyes which had been on me for a minute.

"I miss you. I didn't mean to hurt you. And I know that might not change nothin’, but I wanted you to know that," he apologized.

Butterflies filled my stomach like that night I ran into him at the corner store. Again, I so badly wanted to hold him, forgive him. Yet, I hesitated. I chose not to respond as I didn't know what would come out of my mouth if I did. It was his fingers subtly sliding down my uncovered thigh that sent tingles down my spine. I believe it broke through my resistance. His touch had power.

"You have a good night though, Nye. Get home safe mamas."

Jey gave me one last lingering look before walking away.

"Jey!" I called after him.

He stopped without turning around.

"I'll call you later."

-------

The glow in the dark clock on the nightstand read 2am. A snoring Jey lay to my right with his arms wrapped around my waist. After I got home, I called him. And we’d talked things out.

I didn't trust a thing he said because negros lie. However, Jey had money. Now don't get me wrong. I liked Jey. I was attracted to him, but his money was more of an incentive to forgive and play nice. Our conversation resulted in me using the cover of going to Kiyah's house to spend the night again in order to see him. Kiyah's words played in my mind as I thought back to our phone call earlier.

"Bleed that nigga pockets and make sure you add interest!"

I definitely would be doing that because those tears I shed cost extra. A sleeping Jey shifted in his sleep. He was knocked out like I knew he would be. Jey picked me up and from there we came back to his spot after picking up something to eat. I hadn't been here before, but it was nice. A loft type deal on the other side of Downtown. I'll admit I felt special as I knew not too many knew where he laid his head at night.

Conversation led to his bedroom where I did my best to become unforgettable. I needed Jey to want me badly because I knew that was the only way I would reap the benefits. If I must say so myself, I think I was on the road to accomplishing that.

The phone rang on the nightstand bringing me back to the present. Jey hadn't made a move to get it the first time. The second time he did.

"Gahdamn! This shit better be important," he grumbled, rolling over to reach for it.

I watched intently as he talked to whoever was on the phone. It was a short conversation.

"Baby, I gotta go handle some shit. You wanna come or stay here?" he asked after hanging up.

"Yea, I wanna ride with you. Let me put my clothes on."

I was excited he asked me to go. It was my chance to be nosey. We both got dressed in no time before heading to car. He didn't drive the BMW but another car.

An all-black Chevy. The Chevy wasn't as fancy as the BMW, but it was decked out on the inside. Words weren't exchanged during our car ride, but Jey did reach over to grab my hand and kiss the back of it occasionally.

The butterflies were back as we drove through the city hand in hand. I stayed alert the entire time as I wanted to remember things. However, all I knew at the moment, was that we were no longer in a part of town I was familiar with. We ended up in another hood in a different area code.

I wondered if this was where another Prada Boi trap was. My question was answered when we pulled up to a nice red brick house on a quiet street. Jey tooted his horn as he shifted the car into park. I didn't want to make it obvious, but I wanted to see who was coming out the house. It was Damian with a black duffle in tow.

I knew he couldn't see into the car as the tint was dark as was the sky. So, he probably thought Jey was alone as he walked to the driver side. Jey rolled down the window.

"Here you g-," Damian paused.

I peeped around Jey and our eyes met. He tilted his head slightly to the side before quickly turning his attention back to Jey.

"..go, man. Everything," he continued.

Jey grabbed for the bag without saying a word and passed it on to me.

"Count that for me, baby."

My eyes widen, "Me? You want me to count it now?"

"Yea I do."

I shot Damian a quick glance before doing what I was asked to do.

"Jey, it's all there. I was there when Tiffany counted it," Damian assured.

I didn't know who Tiffany was, but I knew I would find out sooner or later.

"I don't doubt you but I gotta, you know," Jey maintained.

I smirked knowing what that meant. It was a test to see if I would lie to him or slip some cash for myself. I had dated another dude who sold drugs and that was exactly how he tested females. I'd make sure all of that money was there and accounted for.

"Aight. I'll meet up with you later at the white house. Be easy, man," Damian said dapping Jey up.

I looked up just in time to lock eyes with him. He gave me a look before turning away, heading back to the house. Jey started up the car and we drove off. I continued counting the money as we headed back to our side of town. The sun was slightly peeking over the horizon when we pulled up to white house off Bend Dr. All the money in the duffle was counted.

"Here you go. I counted $15k. All there. I promise," I reassured.

Jey put the car in park and turned the lights off.

Looking at me, he said, "Yup, that sound about right. I appreciate you."

I smiled in response. My hope was that this little test secured my future. Soon after, Jacob came to the car and retrieved the duffle bag from me.

"You ready to go home now?" Jey asked.

I nodded as I was excited to tell Kiyah the plan was back on. The short drive back to the projects was enough time for Jey to tell me that he have some time to spend with me to go get whatever I wanted on him. My birthday was a month away and we were moving in the right direction.

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Prada You Chapter 16

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains underage drinking, age gap relationships, brief violence.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 16: Weight

Saturday morning came too soon, dragging the haze of the previous night along with it. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, landing square on my face as I blinked awake. I shifted under the sheets, the familiar weight of the bracelet on my wrist pulling me back to reality. The memory of Damian’s kiss burned hot in my mind, a dangerous mix of confusion, anger, and something else I wasn’t ready to name.

What did he mean by that?

I turned over, burying my face in my pillow. The kiss wasn’t what haunted me most; it was the possibility that someone might have seen it. If the wrong person had been outside, it could ruin everything. Jey wasn’t the type to brush off betrayal—real or perceived. I shuddered at the thought of what he might do.

My mom’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts. “Nye! I made breakfast, come get it while it’s hot.”

“Coming!” I called, throwing the covers off and heading to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to wash away the lingering guilt and unease. But when I looked in the mirror, all I saw was someone who was in way over her head. I glanced down at the bracelet before sliding the bracelet off, leaving it on the bathroom counter.

---

Later that morning, Jey’s number lit up my phone. I stared at it for a moment before answering.

“Morning, baby,” he said, his voice warm and casual, like nothing had happened the night before.

“Morning,” I replied, trying to sound normal.

“Tama’s not done celebrating,” Jey said with a chuckle. “He’s throwing another party tonight at his place. You and your girls should come through.”

I hesitated. “Another party?”

He paused, his tone sharpening. “Yeah, Nye. You got a problem with that? You gone be busy or what?”

“No, no problem,” I said quickly. The idea of another party, especially one where Damian might be, made my stomach churn. “I’ll let them know.”

“Good,” Jey said, his tone softening. “Don’t have me waiting all night to see yo’ pretty ass either.”

The line went dead before I could respond. I sat there for a moment, staring at the screen, wondering if “having fun” was even possible anymore.

---

By early afternoon, I was at the mall with Kiyah, Natasha, and Nataya. The air-conditioned corridors were bustling, shoppers weaving in and out of stores with arms full of bags. We ducked into a boutique, the girls immediately gravitating toward racks of dresses and jumpsuits.

“You think Tama’s party is gonna top last night?” Kiyah asked, holding up a sequined black dress.

“Probably,” Natasha said, flipping through a rack of skirts. “I mean, it’s at his house, so you know it’s gonna be even crazier. You know how they get down.”

Nataya glanced at me, her expression curious. “You good, Nye? You’ve been quiet.”

I forced a smile. “I’m fine. Last night was something else. I guess I’m still tired.”

Kiyah smirked, nudging me with her elbow. “Tired from being Jey’s girl? Must be nice.”

“It has its moments,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light.

The girls continued browsing, laughing and joking about their finds. I lingered near the fitting rooms, pretending to look at a dress. My thoughts were a tangled mess, Damian’s words and actions replaying like a broken record.

“Y’all find anything yet?” a familiar voice called. I turned to see Jey strolling into the store, his presence commanding as ever. His red Prada bucket hat sat low on his head, and his black designer tee fit perfectly over his broad shoulders.

“Jey!” Kiyah exclaimed, her voice rising with excitement. “Aye, what you doing here, big bro?”

“Figured I’d stop by,” he said, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Thought I’d treat my girl and her friends today. Pick out whatever y’all want. It’s on me.”

The girls erupted in laughter and cheers, their gratitude spilling over in a flood of compliments. Kiyah practically danced over to the register with an armful of clothes. I was positive she was going to "borrow" some clothes if he hadn't showed up to pay for them.

I stayed back, watching him. “How’d you know we were here?” I asked, my voice casual but edged.

Jey’s smile didn’t falter, but there was a glint in his eyes that made me uneasy. “I always know where my girl is. Gotta keep tabs on you.”

“Tabs?” I said, trying to sound playful despite the knot tightening in my chest. “You’re not stalking me, are you?”

“Nah,” he said, brushing a loose braid from my face. “Just making sure you’re good. You know how it is.”

I forced a laugh, but the unease stayed with me.

---

That evening, as I stood in front of the mirror adjusting the top of my dress, my mom knocked on the door and stepped in without waiting for an answer. Her eyes immediately scanned my outfit.

“You’ve been going out a lot lately this summer,” she said, her tone light but incisive. “You must be seeing someone?”

I froze for a moment before answering. “Just hanging with friends, Ma. Tryna enjoy the summer before I start college courses. And.. it’s nothing serious with him. He's just a friend.”

Her brow arched. “Mmhmm. Friends don’t buy you dresses like that. I’ll say he’s in much deeper than you think. Perhaps, even in love.”

My heart raced as I turned to face her. “It’s nothing like that,” I lied. “Just someone I’m talking to, getting to know is all.”

She didn’t press further, but her eyes lingered on me for a beat too long. “If you say so, girlie. Does he know it’s not serious. If not, you should tell him that. Be careful, Nyeya. People don’t play about their feelings,” she said softly before leaving the room.

Her words stayed with me as I grabbed my clutch and headed out to meet the girls. The weight of everything on my shoulders remained, a reminder of how deeply I was tangled in this web.

---

The twin’s car they borrowed from their mama rattled to a stop in front of Tama’s house, a modest two-story home tucked into a quiet street. The porch and backyard were alive with people. On the porch, groups smoked and laughed, while in the backyard, a grill sizzled, and folding chairs circled a card table where men shouted over a heated game of dominoes. The faint sound of music leaking through the walls promised the party extended inside too.

Kiyah twisted in her seat, craning her neck to take in the scene. “This it? Doesn’t look like much from out here.”

Natasha, gripping the wheel, rolled her eyes. “Girl, it’s not supposed to look like much. You think Prada Bois want attention from everyone on the block?”

Nataya laughed, pulling down the visor mirror to fix her lip gloss. “As long as it’s fun, who cares? Just don’t wreck Ma’s car trying to get in this driveway.”

I stayed quiet, adjusting the top of my strapless black dress. The fitted fabric clung to my body, showing just enough skin to feel daring but not too much to feel exposed. My heels clicked against the pavement as we got out, my nerves twisting tighter with every step toward the house.

“Alright, let’s go y'all,” Natasha said, cutting the engine. “Ma’ll have a fit if we’re back too late.”

---

Inside and outside, the party thrived like two worlds blending into one. The house buzzed with chaos and celebration, while the backyard held its own rhythm. Laughter spilled from the kitchen, mixing with the sound of dominoes being slapped down on the folding table outside. The glow of string lights crisscrossed the yard, casting warm, uneven patches of light over the crowd. The living room buzzed with laughter and loud conversations as people filled every available seat and leaned against the walls. A group had taken over the couch, their dominoes game growing louder by the minute. In the kitchen, a mix of women and Prada Bois gathered around the counter, where bottles of Hennessy and Grey Goose lined the surface.

The backyard was alive with movement. Tama held court near the grill, his beer bottle raised as he told some story that had everyone around him doubled over in laughter. Jimmy leaned casually against the fence, a blunt in hand, trading barbs with Solo and Jacob. In one corner, a group of women giggled as they scoped out the Prada Bois, their bright dresses catching the light with every shift of their hips. The air was thick with the scent of barbecue and the occasional snap of a lighter. Other women, dressed just as boldly as me, hovered near the Prada Bois, their eyes full of intentions I didn’t want to think about.

“Aye, this is more my speed,” Kiyah said, her grin widening as she spotted the card table outside. She gestured toward the domino game, her excitement contagious. “Y’all know I’m about to clean somebody out tonight.” She swayed her hips to the song, “Hypnotize” by The Notorious B.I.G as we made our way into the house. “Come on, Nye. Don’t look so tense. You’re supposed to be enjoying yourself. Ain’t nothing going down 'cause they don’t want it to be shut down.”

I managed a small laugh, but my stomach churned. My eyes scanned the room, searching for Jey. Nataya nudged me, pointing to a corner near the kitchen. “There he go. Go get him, girl.”

Jey was perched on the arm of a recliner, his legs stretched out and a drink in hand. His red Prada bucket hat was gone, replaced by the close-cut lines of his fade. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes sharpened as soon as he spotted me, a slow grin spreading across his face.

“There go my baby,” he said, standing to meet me. His arm slipped around my waist, pulling me close. “Thought y’all got lost.”

“Traffic,” I said, the lie slipping out easily.

He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke. “You don’t need to be so stiff, Nye. Loosen up, mama. It’s just a party. I got you. Always.”

The warmth in his voice eased some of the tension in my chest. I glanced up at him, his crooked grin softening into something almost tender. He took my hand, lacing our fingers together. “You good now?”

I nodded, and he kissed my forehead before leading me toward the backyard.

---

The energy in the backyard swirled around me. Groups mingled under the string lights, laughter and conversation blending with the thumping bass from the house. Jey’s hand stayed on my lower back, a quiet reminder of his presence as he led me to where the music pulsed louder.

The beat changed, slowing to “Nice and Slow” by Usher that made couples inch closer. Without a word, Jey pulled me toward the open patch of grass where others had already started dancing. Jey pulled me onto the patch of open space where a few people had started dancing. His hands rested firmly on my waist as we swayed to the rhythm, his eyes locked on mine.

“We’ve never danced like this before,” he said, his voice low and almost amused as his hands adjusted slightly on my waist.

I smirked, meeting his gaze. “You saying you don’t know how to dance, Jey?”

He laughed, the sound deep and genuine. “Nah, I know how. Just never had someone worth dancing with.”

His words caught me off guard, and I felt heat rise to my cheeks. “That supposed to be smooth?” I teased, trying to ignore how much the compliment hit.

“Just being honest,” he murmured, his eyes searching mine. “You’re looking real good tonight, Nye. You always do, but tonight…” He trailed off, a soft smile tugging at his lips before he leaned in closer. “You look edible.”

The kiss came naturally, his lips brushing against mine softly at first before deepening. For a moment, everything else faded—the crowd, the music, the lingering doubts. It was just us, swaying together in a world that felt briefly untouched by the chaos around us.

When the song ended, he pulled back slightly, his thumb brushing my cheek. “See? Told you I got you. You ain’t gotta worry with me, baby.”

For the first time that night, I believed him.

---

The hours slipped by as the music vibrating through the walls and seeping into the backyard like a second heartbeat. The cops hadn’t shut things down, which was good. I hadn’t seen Damian all night either. At first, I felt relief—a reprieve from the chaos his presence always seemed to stir. But as the minutes ticked on, the absence gnawed at me, an itch I couldn’t quite reach.

He’s not coming, I finally told myself. And with that, I decided to let go, if only for the night.

“Girl, what are you doing standing there like a statue?” Kiyah’s voice broke through my thoughts. She grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the makeshift dance floor in the center of the living room. “Come on, Nye. You need to loosen up. Shake that ass with me.”

Her words struck a chord. She wasn’t wrong. Letting out a small laugh, I followed her lead, moving to the beat of “Love You Down” by INOJ that pulsed through the crowd. The warmth of the drinks Jey had brought me earlier made my movements fluid, the tension in my shoulders finally melting away.

Nataya wasn’t far off, but she wasn’t dancing—at least not with her feet. She was nestled on Jimmy’s lap in the corner of the room, their faces inches apart as they whispered and laughed. Natasha twirled near the kitchen, her giggles blending with Sami’s as he spun her dramatically, earning cheers from the crowd. And Kiyah? She was shamelessly pressed against Jacob, the two of them swaying in sync as though the music had been made just for them.

It felt good to laugh, to be caught in the rhythm of the night. For once, I let myself have fun.

---

Jey’s hand found mine as I stepped off the dance floor, my cheeks flushed from the heat of the room. He pulled me close, his dark eyes sparkling with something playful.

“You’re finally having fun, huh?” he teased, his voice low enough to send a shiver down my spine.

I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. “Yeah, I am.”

“Good.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against my temple before stepping back. “Let’s keep it going.”

The music shifted again, and Jey led me into another dance. This time, the tempo slowed, the kind of song that made couples draw closer. His hands rested firmly on my waist, his fingers pressing lightly against the fabric of my dress. I couldn’t ignore the way he looked at me, like I was the only person in the room.

“You look beautiful, Nyeya. Especially when a smile on your face,” he said softly, his voice cutting through the haze of noise around us.

I looked up at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. “You’re laying it on thick tonight,” I teased, but my voice betrayed me, softer than I intended.

He smirked, leaning closer until his forehead almost touched mine. “Just telling the truth.”

For a moment, I let myself embrace his soft side. The tension between us felt lighter, like it was something we could set down instead of carry forever.

---

As the night wore on, the drinks kept coming. Jey seemed intent on keeping my glass full, and the warm buzz in my veins made the world feel softer, less jagged. Kiyah was still glued to Jacob, their laughter loud enough to cut through the music. Natasha was practically floating as Sami spun her again, this time dipping her so low she shrieked. Even Nataya had come up for air, though her lips were still red and swollen from kissing Jimmy.

I was watching them, smiling at their antics, when a figure stepped into my peripheral vision. A man I didn’t recognize sauntered toward me, his expression too familiar for my liking. He wasn’t dressed like the Prada Bois—his jeans were baggy, his white tank slightly dingy—but his swagger suggested he thought he belonged.

“You Jey’s girl, right?” he asked, his voice smooth but edged with something sharp.

I nodded slowly, already on edge. “Yeah.”

“Figured,” he said, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Gotta say, I get it now.”

Before I could respond, a voice cut through the noise, sharp and commanding. “Yo, what the fuck are you doing, uce?”

Jey was already crossing the room, his shoulders tense, his jaw set. The man turned, hands raised in mock surrender. “Relax, bro. Just talking.”

“Talking to who?” Jey snapped, his voice rising. “My girl? You lost your damn mind?”

The tension in the room shifted instantly. Conversations hushed, all eyes turning toward the brewing storm. The man smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s not that deep, bro. Chill.”

But Jey wasn’t hearing it. He shoved the man, hard enough to send him stumbling into the wall. The reaction was immediate—voices shouting, people scattering, the air charged with chaos. Jimmy was at Jey’s side in an instant, gripping his twin’s shoulder.

“Uce, calm the fuck down,” Jimmy said firmly. “Not here. Not now.”

The man straightened, glaring at Jey, but before he could retaliate, Solo and Jacob were there, stepping in to diffuse the situation.

“You need to go,” Solo said, his tone low and menacing. “Now.”

After a tense moment, the man backed off, muttering curses under his breath as he was ushered out. Jey shrugged off Jimmy’s grip, his face still tight with anger. Without a word, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the crowd, leading me to a quiet corner of the house.

---

He didn’t stop until we were in an empty room, the door slamming shut behind us. The sound made me flinch, but Jey didn’t notice. He ran a hand over his face, pacing the small space like a caged animal.

“What the hell was that? I leave yo’ ass alone for five minutes and this what you do,” he demanded, his voice low but trembling with frustration.

“I didn’t do anything,” I said, my words tumbling out. “He came up to me. I didn’t even know him. Like it’s not that serious, Jey.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Jey shot back. “You think I’m just gonna let some random ass dude talk to you like that, in my face, around my people? You’re mine, Nyeya. Mine. I need you understand that shit.”

His words hit like a slap, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Somewhere deep inside, a voice whispered something I didn’t want to hear: Would Damian have treated me like this?

Jey stepped closer, his tone softening but still firm. “I’m just trying to protect you. You don’t get it, Nye. Everybody ain’t cool. In my world—it’s dangerous over here. I can’t have anyone thinking they can take what’s mine.”

I nodded, though the knot in my stomach tightened. “I get it,” I whispered, even though I wasn’t sure if I did. “I’m sorry.”

He pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly as if that could erase the cracks forming between us. But even as I leaned into his embrace, the doubt lingered, heavier than ever.

"You belong to me, Nyeya. Can't nobody have you but me.”

---

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Prada You Chapter 13

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains harsh/foul language, mentions of murder, and some toxic language.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

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Chapter 13: Crumble

The hum of the fan in the corner of my room couldn’t drown out the faint voices floating up from the open window. I was folding laundry, trying to distract myself, when I caught pieces of the conversation. It was the neighbors from downstairs, their familiar cadence unmistakable. I paused, laundry forgotten, as their words sharpened into focus.

“I’m telling you, it wasn’t about no money,” one of them said, her voice hushed but firm.

“Then what was it about? “Cause Melo wasn’t no trouble for them. That boy was tryna change his life around for his mama sake,” the other asked.

“Disrespect. That’s all it takes with those Prada Bois. You cross the wrong one, and it’s over. Carmelo must’ve pissed one of them off real bad. Probably Jimmy, you know he got some screws loose.”

I crept closer to the window, the knot in my stomach tightening with every word. Disrespect? That didn’t make sense. Carmelo wasn’t about that; he wasn’t the type to poke a bear unless he had a reason. But the more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt.

“So crazy,” the second voice murmured. “Killing someone over something so petty. But that’s the Prada Bois for you. I wish the laws would do something about them, but I know ain’t nothing gone change until a war happen and it start affecting the right people.”

Their conversation faded, but the unease clung to me like a second skin. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head, trying to fit the pieces together. If Carmelo had died over something as petty as disrespect, what did that say about Jey?

----

The next morning, I was in the kitchen making breakfast when Michael wandered in, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“You need to learn how to cook, dude. I can’t keep doing this,” I said, flipping a pancake onto his plate.

He mumbled something that sounded like an insult before sliding into a chair. As I turned back to the stove, he spoke up.

“Oh, damn. I almost forgot. That dude you cheating on Jey with gave me 50 dollas to give you something. Let me go it.”

My mouth dropped open, “I know you ain’t accusing nobody of shit. And how you even know about what me and Jey got going?” My hands were on my hips as he ignored me to head back to his room.

He entered the kitchen a minute later with a folded-up piece of paper in his palm. I walked over to grab it out his hands, but he pulled his hand behind his back. “I should charge yo’ ass but since you made breakfast I won't.”

I rolled my eyes, snatching it out of his hand. “Where’d you get this?” I asked, my voice tight.

“Damian. He rolled up on me yesterday while I was hoopin’,” Michael said with a shrug. “Pulled out a fifty for me to give it to you and not say shit about it. But if y’all gon’ keep sneaking behind Jey back I’ma need more money.”

“Michael, shut up. Ain’t nothing going on with me and him. And tell me how you know I’m in a relationship with Jey?”

He smirked, “Girl, who you think I am? I know shit and all y’all business out here anyway. I told you to leave his crazy ass alone but you gon’ learn.”

My face heated. I couldn’t believe Jey had me out here like this. And Michael was another loose end I wasn’t expecting. I turned my attention back to what was in my hands and unfolded the note, my eyes scanning the short, sharp message:

Meet me Downtown tomorrow night at 10. At parking garage by the train station.

My stomach twisted. Damian wasn’t the type to reach out. He went through the trouble of getting Kiyah number and calling her to paying Michael to give me a note. Whatever he wanted to say, it had to be important. My curiosity peaked.

“When you gon’ tell mama you messing with that old ass man,” Michael asked, his voice curious but laced with something else. I didn’t like it.

“When I’m good and ready to,” I lied, tucking the note into my pocket. “Just keep your mouth shut and we good.”

Michael gave me a look, “You ain’t got to worry about me telling her but the way yo’ business in these streets like pavement somebody else will.”

I walked back to the stove, though my appetite had vanished. He was right and I hated when his ass was right.

----

The sun was just beginning to set when I left the beauty supply store later that day, a small bag of items swinging at my side. The air was warm and heavy, the streets quieter than usual. I had just turned the corner when I heard the low rumble of an engine. I looked up to see Jey’s car idling at the curb.

“Nye,” he called, leaning out the window. “Get in.”

I hesitated, clutching my bag tighter. “I’m good. I’ll walk. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

I continued walking, trying to ignore him. I wasn’t about to argue with this man again in public. What Michael had said this morning stuck with me. I had to move smarter, control my emotions.

But Jey wasn’t taking no for an answer. He pulled up alongside of me, going the same pace as I was.

My annoyance with his antics was at an all-time high. I could feel tears pooling in the corner of my eyes. Not from sadness, just anger. We got a block down the road before my emotions got the best of me.

“What do you not understand? I don’t want to talk to you. I ain’t got shit to say and neither do you. I’m not getting in that car with yo’ looney ass. You done acted a fucking fool with me in public one too many times, Jey. Like go do that nut shit elsewhere.” I lashed, chest heaving.

Jey calmly put the car in park and hopped out. I stood there, eyeing him and street up ahead. I was two blocks from home. I could run but I couldn’t outrun him in no car. He must’ve sensed I was thinking about running. And slid an uncovered tatted arm around neck, holding me hostage.

I looked up meeting his eyes. “Let me go, Jey. I can walk home.”

His eyes darkened. “Nyeya, I ain’t asking no mo’. Get in the fucking car or I will help you get in the fucking car.” His arm had tightened around my neck as I struggled to get away.

We were so close I could feel his hot breath against my ear. “Nyeya, I will show my ass. You said you didn’t want that right. Cool. Get in the car. Now.”

There was no mistaking the edge in his voice. I knew better to push further so I stopped struggling. I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. He shut the door behind me and jogged to the driver’s side, getting in. We pulled away, leaving the scene.

“Why you been dodging me?” he demanded, his grip on the steering wheel tight.

“I’ve been busy,” I said, staring out the window.

He scoffed. “Busy doing what? Thinking about how much I’ve done for you and how little I get back? Thinking about putting yo’ hands on me? Oh I see, you busy tryna leave me, huh. You done lost yo’ damn mind girl.”

That hit a nerve. I turned to him, my voice sharp. “You think throwing money around makes up for everything else? It doesn’t, Jey. Money don’t excuse your behavior. You got me out here looking crazy. I don’t how you get down with them other hoes, but I told you how this was gon’ go. You act stupid, I’ll act dumb.”

He slammed a hand against the steering wheel, the sound making me jump. “You don’t appreciate shit, do you? You think you can just take and bounce? Nah, Nyeya. I told you upfront what this was, and you sat your little ass right there making promises to be here. And you think I wasn’t gone hold you to it. Ain’t no leavin’.”

“I didn’t ask for this!” I snapped back. “Nothing about you said you was gon’ have me out here looking a fool. You making it hard to stay with your bullshit. Get it the fuck together and maybe I can keep my promise. I ain’t sign up for this shit if this is what it is. You got it. Fuck them promises.”

The silence was deafening. Jey gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles pale. His eyes never left the road.

“You think you can just walk away? Like this shit don’t matter?” His voice was cold, sharp.

I stared out the window, refusing to engage.

“You ain’t going nowhere, Nye. It’s me and you, baby.”

When he finally pulled up to my building, he leaned close, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m giving you 48 hours to get ya mind right. Answer the phone when I call. I ain’t asking, Nyeya. I’m telling you.”

I got out, slamming the door behind me. I didn’t look back.

---

The following night, Downtown was alive with energy. The city lights flickered, casting shadows that seemed to chase me as I stood by the parking garage. Damian’s car slid into view, headlights cutting through the dark. Without a word, he leaned over and popped the passenger door open. I slid in, and he pulled off without hesitation.

The hum of the engine filled the silence between us. Finally, Damian spoke.

“You good? After what went down on the Fourth?”

I hesitated. “I’m fine.”

Damian scoffed quietly. “Nah, you ain’t. But that’s none of my business. Listen, Nyeya, you need to leave Jey alone. For good.”

I crossed my arms, leaning back against the seat. “We just on the outs right now. Jey’s just been done wrong too many times. He’s guarded, but it’ll work itself out.”

Damian’s laugh was hollow. “It won’t. Jey doesn’t change. He just makes people regret crossing him.”

I exhaled slowly, the weight of his words pressing down on me. I stared ahead, unsure if I even wanted to ask, but the question clawed its way out.

“Did the Prada Bois kill Carmelo?”

Damian’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. His silence stretched thin.

“Damian. Tell me the truth.”

His jaw clenched before he finally spoke. “Yeah. We did.”

The air left my lungs. “Why?”

“Because Carmelo crossed a line,” Damian said flatly. “Jey doesn’t tolerate disrespect. It doesn’t matter how small it is. If he feels threatened, it’s over. Things get handled.”

I swallowed hard. “Are you saying Jey put that hit out?”

Damian stared ahead, unblinking. “I didn’t say that. But you know Jey. Nothing happens without his say-so.”

“No... Jey wouldn’t do that. Not to Melo. Perhaps, Jimmy did.”

Damian let out a frustrated sigh. “You really think he wouldn’t? Open your eyes, Nye. This is who he is. This is who you’ve attached yourself to.”

The city lights blurred past us, but everything felt distant, unreal. Memories of Jey’s cold stares, his possessiveness, his unpredictable rage swirled in my mind. The pieces were there, fitting together far too well.

But I couldn’t let myself believe it.

“You need to get out while you still can,” Damian muttered. “Before you end up in too deep. Unable to walk away.”

I turned to the window, my throat tight. The truth was suffocating, but denial felt safer.

And that terrified me even more.

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Prada You Chapter 12

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains harsh/foul language, underage drinking.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

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Chapter 12: Fireworks

4th of July Weekend

The summer sun poured through my window, warming the room as I sat cross-legged on my bed as I braided my hair. Cartoon Network played in the background as did the radio. Tomorrow was the 4th, and I refused to miss the festivities despite what I had going on in my personal life. Jey and I fell out at the worst time possible because the Prada Bois always threw the best parties. It was cool though. I wasn’t about to let what happen knock me off my square. He was trippin’, not me.

As I twisted the last braid, my mom’s voice drifted down the hall as she sang Whitney Houston’s, Exhale (Shoop Shoop). A smile formed on my glossed lips. My love of music came from her, my voice did as well.

I took a few moments to gather up all the loose hair sprawled all around my bed, throwing it away. Gathering my braids, I wrapped them into a bun that sat on the top of my head tied in a bow.

As the sound of pots clanging mixing with the faint sizzle of breakfast cooking drifted further into my room. I padded into the kitchen; the linoleum cool under my bare feet. Mom looked up from her spot at the counter, her warm smile making me feel like a little girl again.

“..you should look inside yourself, you’re halfway there,” she sang.

I giggled, joining in. “Sometimes you’ll laugh, sometimes you’ll cry.”

Together we finished the song, falling into each other's arms. My safe place.

“Man, this ain’t the Apollo. I’m hungry. Can I get some bacon please?” Michael fussed.

Mama gave me a knowing look before shooing him out the kitchen. He was a true hater.

I only had a slice of toast and some apple juice. My phone rang before I could finish telling my mama about my party plans. The other plans I had just in case Jey backed out on me.

----

I couldn’t even say hello before Kiyah started talking. “Meet me outside, hoe! I’m on the way.”

She hung up without saying goodbye. I knew she had some hot gossip that was burning her bottom lip. I just hope it wasn’t about me again. I was tired of being the talk of the projects.

I managed to slide on a half top and some denim jeans before I heard a knock on the front door.

“Damn girl! You need a job. You always over here. That’s why-

Mama cut him off, “Mike, get away from the damn door. Kiyah come in, baby.”

I held in a laugh as I exited the room. Kiyah was mugging Michael as he sat at the table chewing on a piece of bacon.

“I’ll be outside, mama. We won’t be out there too long.” Mama simply waved us off as she knew this was our routine.

Kiyah and I took a seat on the back of my neighbor’s from downstairs truck bed. It gave us some privacy.

“Now what you got you outta bed at this time of morning?” 

“Damian called me last night,” her eyes glinting with excitement. “How he got my number? I don’t know.”

I froze mid-breathe. “What? Why?”

“He wanted me to pass along a message,” Kiyah said, sitting up straighter. “He said, ‘Tell Nyeya to find some time.’ So, what y’all got going?”

Her hazel eyes narrowed at me in suspicion.

My stomach tightened. “I don’t even know what that shit means, bro. And ain’t nothing going on. He the reason I ain’t invited to no parties now. Damian trippin’.”

“Girl, if you say so. He seemed confident that you knew what that would mean. He playing with fire though. Jey looney ass ain’t the one to play with.”

She was still looking at me like I wasn’t telling the full story.

“But anyway, that’s not even the juiciest part of what I got to say,” Kiyah said, leaning closer. “Word on the street is people are saying the Prada Bois might’ve had something to do with Carmelo’s death.”

I stared at her, the air outside suddenly feeling too thick. “Why would anyone think that?”

Kiyah shrugged. “You know how people talk. But it’s got folks spooked. Especially since Melo wasn’t just anybody. He knew people. And as far we know him and the Prada Bois ain’t have no beef so it’s weird for them to put a price on his head.”

I couldn’t shake the unease settling in my chest. Carmelo had been my friend, and the idea that Jey’s crew might’ve had something to do with his death sent a chill through me. Something wasn’t adding up.

Kiyah stayed around for a few more hours that day. We picked out an outfit for me for tomorrow, decided that we was going downtown to see fireworks with the twins, and even made plans for my party which was set for September 5th. Even if Jey didn’t come through, a party was still happening.

----

The next day, the hood was alive with excitement for the 4th of July. Families set up grills on sidewalks, music boomed from every direction, and the air smelled like charcoal and shea butter. The vibe was contagious, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit of the holiday cheer rubbing off on me.

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my outfit for the day—a cropped red tank top, denim mini skirt that showed plenty of leg, and white sneakers that gleamed like new money. My gold bangles jingled as I ran a hand through my braids to pull them up into a bun. It was too hot to have them hanging.

The girls showed up to my house not long after all dressed in some variation of red, white, and blue. The twins weren’t dressed like twins which was odd, but I couldn’t knock it. “Un uh, what you tryna do with all this skin showing?” Natasha teased, moving a hand down my bare thigh.

I knocked her hands away, “Nothing, lady. It’s hot out there and I know y’all gone have me out there all night is all.”

She gave me a knowing look before rolling her eyes. I was telling the truth though. Jey was headache enough. I didn’t need no mo’ problems. We headed out leaving my mama and Michael behind to head to my granny’s for the night to celebrate which I knew he hated but at least they would be outside smoking tonight.

Since we couldn’t go to a Prada Boi event, we opted to ride the bus and train to the park that was close to the downtown skyline where they did a firework show every year. The park was packed when we arrived. Kids ran around with sparklers, couples lounged on picnic blankets, and grills sizzled with burgers and ribs. The air buzzed with laughter and music as vendors shouted out deals on snow cones and glow sticks.

We found ourselves a nice spot in the grass field with a good view of the skyline. After we settled in, each of us took turns going to gather food and drinks. Somehow, Kiyah ended up coming back with a whole bottle of Taylor Port and 4 bottles of MD 20/20.

“Kiy, where the hell you get all of this?” Nataya said, eyes widening,

Kiyah winked. “I’m a professional, baby. Call me when you need some shit done.”

We laughed knowing it was true. The sky’s colors changed as we laid on the ground talking, drinking, eating, and taking polaroid pictures of each other. The day was shaping up to be one to remember.

“Aye, I wonder if that dude I saw earlier still got some ribs going,” Nataya thought aloud.

“You always hungry, girl. Like you ate your plate, my plate, Nye plate. Did you smoke some of Jimmy shit?” Kiyah questioned, raising up to look at Nataya.

Nataya blushed, falling into laughter. “Oh my gosh, don’t do me like that. I’m still growing, dude.”

We cackled. The music had started back up and Big Pun’s, “Still Not a Player,” came blasting through the speakers. That got us up and dancing.

“I don't wanna be a player no more, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot, But me and Punisher, still got what you're lookin' for..”

My hips were gyrating to beat when I heard Kiyah say, “Oh shit!” I looked up, following her line of vision. My smile faltered. A long trail of black and red cars flooded the parking lot which only meant one thing. Prada Bois.

----

People around the park had started whispering and grouping off. Some even moving from the spots they were in. Everyone knew who they were even the white people from around way.

“The fuck is they doing here. I know they had like five or six parties going on in the hood,” Natasha started.

I was with Natasha. There was no reason for them to be here. There was no reason for Jey to be here.

“Well, Jimmy did say something about them not doing nothing serious this year ‘cause the streets kind of hot right now for them,” Nataya chimed in.

All our eyes shifted to her. My eyes narrowed as I took in her outfit again. She always dressed like her sister who was in blue and white. It started coming together for me when my eyes flicked back towards the parking lot. Jimmy was dressed down in all red. Even the tips of his hair was red.

I whirled back on Nataya so fast I should’ve blown her over. “You knew they was coming, and you didn’t warn me after I told you what went down with Jey, Taya.”

She quickly held her hands up, “No, Nye, no. I didn’t know they was coming here. Jimmy was supposed to swing by later after we got back and pick me up from your house. I was gone to tell my mama I was spending the night with you so me and him could chill. He didn’t say nothing about coming here with them. I swear.” Nataya’s chest was rising and falling just as fast as mines.

I believed her but still I was pissed. “Taya, you didn’t even tell me you was doing all that. You should’ve said something.” Natasha scolded.

The night was going off the rails. “Aye, chill y’all. Look we not about to let them niggas ruin our night, aight. Nye, you good. Jey better mind his business. And Taya, go see where Jimmy head at. Make sure to tell him to keep an eye on his brother tonight. We don’t want no problems. Cool?”

The tension was palpable, but we all agreed. The Prada Bois had made a fortress around the entrance to the parking lot. I could see most of the ones I knew along with dozens of beautiful women in tow. And then there was Jey, sitting on the hood of Jacob’s red caprice with a 40 in his hand. He was dressed in black overalls with no shirt underneath. His tattoos on full display. Shades covered his eyes, but I could tell he spotted me before I spotted him.

His eyes weren’t the only ones on me though. Damian’s were too.

----

As the sun dipped lower, the crowd grew, and the excitement was noticeable. We had settled down from early, Nataya was with Jimmy, Natasha was dancing with some beige dude, while Kiyah and I people-watched, pointing out cute outfits and questionable choices.

“Look at her ass,” Kiyah whispered, nudging me and nodding toward a girl in stilettos struggling to walk on the uneven grass. “Why would she even wear those to the park?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “She’s braver than me. I’ll stick to sneakers. Ain't nobody son that fine to break my neck for.”

Just as the first crackle of fireworks lit up the sky, my laughter faded. Across the park, I saw Jey. He was weaving through the crowd, a drink in his hand, and even from a distance, I could tell he wasn’t sober.

Solo tried to pull him back, but he seemed determined. Determined to do what was my next question. Luckily, I wasn’t the only one who peeped Jey’s action. Natasha had excused herself from dancing with the dude and Kiyah was fully alerted.

“The hell he tryna do?” she mumbled under her breath.

A few others tried to deter Jey but nothing seemed to slow him down. He was making his way towards me. I took another sip of that nasty Taylor Port Kiyah had come back with earlier as 702’s, “Get it Together,” started to play.

“Here his ass come. Taya betta get Jimmy goofy ass over here soon to stop this negro. Before I have to whoop his twin's ass with this backpack,” Natasha fumed.

I stood up, not wanting my girls to have to fight my battles for me. I had dealt with Jey before, and I would do it again. No matter how embarrassing it would be. “Nah y’all I got it. He getting on my nerves now. Like this stupid shit gotta stop, bro.”

Being intoxicated emboldened me, I was about to give him a piece of my mind. The girls ignored my words and were right on my heels as I stepped to Jey.

“Nye,” he slurred, his voice loud enough to turn heads as he stumbled toward us. “You too good to answer your phone now? After everything I’ve done for you? You think you can just leave me, huh.”

Kiyah and Natasha stiffened, their eyes darting between me and Jey. I stood, my heart pounding, trying to keep my voice calm and measured. “Jey, you drunk. Let’s not do this here. Gon’ back over there with your people. We can do this shit another day, okay.”

He laughed bitterly, the sound cutting through the festive atmosphere. “Not do this here? You mean in front of your little friends? Come on, Nye. Don’t act like I’m the problem here when you make me act like this. You did this. Thinking you can do shit yo’ way in my world. You wouldn’t have half the shit you got without me.”

His words hit like a slap, but I didn’t flinch. I just nodded, tryna control my temper. “You ain’t done shit for me. That little ass money you spent ain’t nothing. You want that shit back so you can give it to the next hoe. Cool. Come get that shit. It’ll be outside. But you better watch your fucking mouth before I hit you in it.”

That seemed to set him off. His voice rose, frustration spilling over as he gestured wildly. “You don’t appreciate shit! That’s what I fucking get for fucking with yo’ young ass. You think you can just use me and walk away? You think I’ma just let you go? Put yo’ hands on me, huh. Do it. I wanna see yo’ little ass do it, Nyeya.”

My fist were balled up now. I was ready to come to blows if that's what it was gone be. Just as I stepped forward to show him what these hands do. Damian and Jimmy pulled him back as Kiyah and the twins were pulling me back.

He was fighting the both of them, trying to get at me. “I fucking loved you, Nyeya. And you do this to me. Hit me, Nyeya. Hit me.”

Hot tears ran down my face as I tried to break free from my friends. I wanted so bad to unleash all my anger on his drunk ass. His words had hurt me, and he needed to hurt for that.

Jacob, Sami, Solo, and Damian were now wrestling an inconsolable Jey to the ground. “Nyeya. Nyeya. Please. Baby, please.”

I was breathing so hard I was shaking. I had never seen Jey like that before. Never imagined a person so strong and feared could sound so broken. Kiyah had to grab hold of my face. “Nye, baby, look at me, let’s go okay.”

I was frozen. Yea I was mad but Jey. He needed me. My friends were all saying things to me, but it all seemed like a blur. Nothing made sense until..

“Mami, vete a casa.” (basically mami, go home)

Damian. His deep voice broke through the haze somehow and they were finally able to pull me away. We were back on the bus now headed to the train station. As the fireworks lit up the night sky, I couldn’t help but feel the cracks widening in the world Jey had built around me.

“I don't really wanna stay, I don't really wanna go, But I really need to know, Can we get it together? Get it together”