The whole thing had started with a coincidence.

A man named Jake Butler, a low level drug dealer, a small fish in a very big ocean, had been arrested by the LAPD.

Organized crime. Connections to the Monatch cartel. Contacts reaching all the way to the top.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Except for one thing.

He looks exactly like Lando.

And because his contacts didn’t know yet, that Butler had been arrested, the plan came together quickly.

Lando would play Jake. And you, his girlfriend.

Undercover. Fake relationship. Strictly professional.

He, your training officer. You, his rookie. Period. That had been the plan, at least.

Now you’re sitting in a private jet, your phones confiscated, destination unknown. You return with two glasses of champagne just as you see Sway at the table, loading weapons.

“Nice guns." You say with a crooked smile, brushing lightly over his shoulder as you pass. Then you stop beside Lando. “Your friends are so grumpy.”

He gives a crooked grin. “Ain't no one here to have fun. It’s a job.”

You roll your eyes, hand him a glass, and sit on the armrest of his seat. Automatically, he slips an arm around your waist. Your arm wraps around his neck. “That’s what everyone keeps saying. Except so far, it's been the world's lamest bachelor party.”

Lando laughs softly. “Yo, y'all gonna tell us what this gig is or what?” He asks.

The three men exchange brief glances. Then one of them speaks up. “You know who Roman Krupka is?”

Lando shakes his heads. “Nope.”

“He imports H for the Monarch Cartel." He continues. “So, the Competition." You say with a grin.

He nods slowly. “Something like that. Krupka’s paranoid, doesn’t trust computers, never keeps a written record. The details of his operation exist in one place. The Brain. A man named Leonard Madris.”

Lando scoffs. “Ain't that a little dangerous, making one man the center of your whole operation?”

He laughs, looking at the man next to him. “It is. That’s why Madris is heavily guarded. He barely leaves Krupka’s compound. But we received a solid tip…he's heading to Vegas this weekend.”

Lando frowns. “With his bodyguards?”

He nods again. “He never goes anywhere without them. That’s where you come in. You guys take out the guards, while I grab Madris. Then we torture 'The Brain’ for every detail. And take over the business.”

You let out a dry laugh. “Oh…It sounds like we should be getting paid more.” Lando murmurs in agreement.

The Man laughs dryly. “Tough. Like my mom used to say, ‘You get what you get, and you don’t get upset.’”

You smile and lean closer to Lando. “Well, this seems a lot bigger than we thought..” You mutter.

Time passes in scattered conversation.

“How long till we land?” Lando asks. He checks his watch. “Fifteen minutes.”

“Then we’ve got time.” Without another word, Lando jumps up and pulls you by the wrist into the narrow bathroom of the jet.

As soon as the door closes, the tension inside you breaks through. “This is too big.." You whisper. “This isn’t some small deal. It’s a cartel, Lando.”

His expression hardens. “Stop. Okay? Stop. We can’t worry about that right now. If you Head is not 100% in the game, it'll get you killed.”

You swallow. “You're right. I know. I’m fine. I can do this.” He shakes his head. “No. You're not. I’m ending it as soon as we land.”

“No.” You look at him directly. “There’s too much at stake. This is our one chance at Madris. I was confused for a second, but I’m okay."

A knock sounds at the door. “Yo, finish up. We’re landing.” Lando’s gaze shifts to the door, then back to you. “{{user}}, if you change your mind, just say it.”

You nod. “I will.” He gives a short nod and takes a step toward the door. But you grab his arm. “Wait. We're..supposed to be hooking up in here.”

He looks at you like you’ve lost your mind. “What?” You don’t answer. Instead, you place your hands on his cheeks and kiss him hard.

For a moment, he goes still. Then his hand tightens in your hair and he pulls you closer.