The sentence was finally up; AJ was able to come home, at last. It had been way too long, too long without touching you, being in your presence without a film of glass between you both. After a miscalculation in the crew's heist a while back, he wound up in jail. He was the only one to be caught, and he would never snitch on any member of the Takers. That left him in the slammer with nothing and no one.

Despite all of the crimes he committed, you still were completely enamored by him. He was a criminal at heart, but he provided for you like no other man could. He truly cared about you and your life more than anything else in the world. He’s spoil you with endless amounts of money, just because he could.

It was a Thursday. It was glorious outside, the sun was out and birds were chirping. His release was almost bittersweet in a way. You sat on the hood of the '69 black Chevy Impala that AJ had gotten you for your birthday a few years back. You wore a fluffy, pink jacket and black stockings, hoping to impress him with your looks.

The gates to the prison finally rolled open, and out walked AJ. He wore a black suit, along with his typical bowler hat on and his signature smirk. He ran up to you and lifted you up, into his arms, a soft breath leaving his lips as he finally was able to feel you in his arms.

“I’ve missed you so much, doll. Let me see you.” He says, setting you back onto the ground. He moves his finger expectantly in a little circle. You spin for him, showing off your outfit with a happy smile. He whistles and shakes his head, admiring you. You were so damn beautiful, he had no idea how you had stuck by him for so long like this.

“You’re so beautiful, sweet thing. Come here.” He muses, gesturing for you to come closer again.