Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Dream of Crime: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

A young red headed woman looked up to the clanking sound of her cell door opening. A grin spread across her face as she set her book down, watching the guard push someone who looked about her age in before slamming it shut once again,"Hi!" she greeted cheerfully, tossing her book aside then sitting crisscross on her thin cot of a bed,"I'm Jesseye, what's your name?" she asked excitedly. Him being here would make this already tiny space cramped, but she didn't mind. She hadn't seen anyone her age in months. The young man looked her up and down then ignored her question, laying down on his springy cot. She smiled at him and shrugged as she just figured he was shy. "Mmk, well. I guess I'll let you rest," she said with a small chuckle as if she had a choice in the matter. She'd been here for three months already so she was used to this place. She knew how to cope and defend herself against the other inmates, but she remembered how scary her first day had been. So ma

Shane punched Jesseye's arm as they left the cell one morning. "Hey!" She snickered, shoving him to the left. She shook her head and headed in the other direction for breakfast, "Don't forget I owe you a game, hotshot!" She shouted after him. He was probably going to take a shower. He waved her off, "Sure, whatever!" Because he was one of the last ones to make it to breakfast, the cafeteria was mostly empty. She was already at her stupid Bible group, or whatever she called it. He didn't listen. It didn't really matter. If he read her right, she'd probably lose passion for it as soon as they were out. The spunky, freckled faced woman noticed him across the yard after being released from the group. Someone seemed to be talking to him. At first she was happy for Shane, thinking he was making a friend, but as she got closer, she realized that the other dude didn't seem very happy with him... "So Micah left you here alll

Jesseye knocked on his door late in the afternoon and jogged lightly in place. Her stomache was in knots, but she couldn't understand why. He glanced at her as he sat down on the floor of his van, trying to organize his shelves again. With a grunt he rose and opened the back door for her. "Want some peskata?" She asked a bit shyly, holding a decent sized plate of food, "We've got extras!" she added, trying to play it off as excitement. "Sure, thanks." He said, taking the plate. In all honesty, she would of made more for him anyways."You're welcome!" she chimed, still rather nervous. If he liked it then her dream wasn't ridiculous, right? Jazzy said it wasn't, but they had been friends for so long she'd support her in anything. She followed him to his bed and sat next to him. He took a bite and almost moaned. "Mm my gosh, this is really good." He chewed with his eyes closed, savoring the simple pasta

The dark woman chuckled at their male partner in crime then answered with,"Lord I wish." Jesseye gasped and she couldn't help shaking her head. The girl was so damn oblivious. Shane leaned on his hand and smirked. "Ahh crush. You should just tell him." The mechanic scoffed and shook her head. She had tried to several times, but it had never been the right time. Before Gramps passed, she'd always been in a relationship. And after? "Jess, I've been hitting on him for years. You haven't noticed?" Jazza arched a brow as she looked at her redheaded friend mockingly. Well, she hadn't exactly had interest in anything but work. She couldn't let her late mentor's business crumble just because she wanted to fool around. "Well, I mean," Jesseye tried to defend herself while her cheeks heated with embarrassment,"I knew you liked him, but I didn't know you liikkkeedd him." Her friend simply chuckled

"You want lunch?" Jesseye asked the crew over her shoulder. Jazza nodded, thankful the ginger was back to her cheery self. "I'll take some," Her black friend answered, smiling lightly as she leaned back against the wall. "I know it's kinda late..." she mumbled, already taking out a pan as even if he said no; she still wanted something for herself and Jazzebella. "I can cook anything though." she assured them, her eyes fixed in one of her cookbooks for a good lunch option. Shane nodded from the mechanic's table, jotting down notes for their next heist. "Lunch sounds good to me." He said with a smile before leaning back and running a hand through his messy dark brown hair. "Maybe some BLTs?" He suggested an option. "You somehow manage to make 'em so much better than normal." She snickered lightly at the compliment. He'd only had her BLT once or twice. "Thanks!" her smile brightened as she pulled the ba