All Chapters of Dirty Shifts: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

Gabriel was tearing down that hallway like hell was chasing his ass. His face was pale as fuck, stress written all over him, and for the first time since I met this rich, powerful man… he looked scared outta his damn mind.We finally pulled up to Bianca’s bedroom door, but that shit was locked tight from the inside. Gabriel started beating on that door hard the second we got there.“Bianca!” he yelled, pounding against it again. “Baby, open this damn door. It’s daddy.”Silence.“C’mon, princess, don’t do this to me,” he said, voice rough and shaking now. “Just let daddy in and talk to me, baby. Please.”“No! Go away!” Bianca screamed from inside, her voice cracked like she’d been crying nonstop. “I don’t wanna talk to nobody! Just leave me the fuck alone!”Gabriel’s whole face tightened instantly, pain flashing hard across his eyes.“Baby” His voice dropped low this time, shaky like the man was two seconds away from breaking apart. He pressed hi

I was sittin’ in front of that mirror lookin’ fine as fuck on the outside but drained as hell on the inside. My lashes was sittin’. Lips glossy. Skin shining, but the look in my eyes? Whew. A bitch looked stressed, tired, and heartbroken all at once.Sophia leaned up against the locker beside me with her arms folded, starin’ at me hard like she was tryna read my damn mind.“Bitch, you look emotionally bankrupt tonight,” she said for like the fifth time already. “You sure you can still shake ass and secure the bag? ’Cause if not, we can tell Vicky before she come in here actin’ like a crackhead devil in Fashion Nova.”I rolled my eyes and smacked my lips softly. “Girl, I’m good.”“Mm-mm,” Emma cut in quick as hell, spinning around in her chair with that messy-ass grin on her face. “Nah, bitch, that ain’t exhaustion. That’s dick deprivation.”I damn near swallowed my tongue. “EMMA!”Sophia folded over laughing instantly. “You're so damn stupid!”Emma pointed her makeup brush at me like

~ Ryan ~I stood up from the couch for the fifth damn time in twenty minutes, then flopped right back down like a dumbass, letting out a deep frustrated groan.“Fuck,” I hissed, clenching my teeth as that sharp pain shot through my shoulder.I pressed my hand against the fresh bandage, feeling the burn like a motherfucker.The gunshot wound was still beatin’ my ass. Every lil’ movement had my body screamin’, remindin’ me I should be laid up somewhere instead of even thinkin’ ‘bout steppin’ outside.But rest? Yeah, that shit wasn’t happenin’.Not when Emily stay livin’ rent-free in my damn head like this.I leaned forward, elbows pressed on my knees, starin’ at the floor like it owed me answers while my thoughts kept spiralin’ outta control.Every damn time I closed my eyes, there she was.Pretty ass face, that fearless energy and the way she looked at me like she ain’t scared of a damn thing in this world.And then my mind went right back to that shit at Gabriel’s birthday party.The

~ Emily ~I sat behind the wheel, one hand on the steering wheel as I drove us straight toward Gabriel’s mansion. Emma sat beside me with her legs crossed, chewing her gum loud like a real bad bitch that knew nobody could tell her shit. Meanwhile Sophia was laid back in the backseat scrolling through her phone looking bothered as hell before she finally locked it and sighed dramatically.“You both do realize this is a dangerous-ass mission, right?” Sophia leaned forward. “We out here guarding the daughter of the most feared nigga in the city. Like, hello?”Emma smirked, not even bothering to look at her. “Girl, relax. This ain’t nothing but babysitting a rich bitch with extra drama. We got it.”I shook my head, that little smile on my face fading quickly.“We need this damn job,” I said. “If there’s even a small chance we can find some dirt on Evan, then I’m taking it. I don’t give a fuck how dangerous it gets.”My fingers tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles popping as I s

Before my brain could even map out a way the fuck out of this mess, that heavy ass door clicked open.Panic hit me like a straight-up train. Gabriel.There wasn't a single second to sit there and play with any shit. I dropped low to the ground and scrambled my ass right under that massive desk. My fucking heart was pounding against my ribs while I curled up into a tight ass ball, pulling my knees straight to my damn chest.Peeking through the tiny gap underneath the desk, I saw a pair of polished leather shoes walk into the room.This motherfucker didn't even hesitate. He marched straight up to the desk and pulled out one of the heavy leather chairs right next to my hiding spot. The loud ass scraping sound of that chair hitting the floorboards made my heart damn near jump out of my throat.And then he sat his goofy ass down.His whole energy just took over the room, making this tight little space feel suffocating as hell. It was getting real hard to breathe, for real.Oh God, please,