JJ Maybank imagines

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"Guys," Sarah said softly as we all sat in the living room of the chateau, "Guys." She repeated, now fully having our undivided attention.

"What's wrong?" Kiara asked, lifting her head from my legs to look at the blonde. I too lifted my head off JJ's legs. The three of us did this often, I would lay on JJ's lap, Kiara would lay on mine, the three of us were really close.

"Rafe just text me and told me to meet him at some warehouse tonight, he wants to come clean, clear John B's name." She explained, referring back to the text to reread it to us. I furrowed my brows and looked up at my boyfriend, his jaw was clenched. Both of us knowing something didn't sit right.

"Why would Rafe of all people want to clear John B's name?" Pope asked, leaning towards us while he sat on a stool, "It doesn't make any sense."

"No, it doesn't." JJ quickly agreed.

"I don't know, but I've gotta find out, right? It could be the only way to clear his name." Sarah stood up, pacing around the room as her fingers combed through her hair. She was stressed, just like the rest of us.

"You're not going alone, we'll come with you." I said, looking to everyone to see them nodding their heads in agreement, "We're not letting you meet him at some sketchy place alone, he's off the rails, you know that."

"No, Y/n, the text said come alone. All of us going is risky." She argued. I was now standing on my feet, trying to negotiate with the overwhelmed blonde.

"Then I'll go," I responded, JJ immediately began to argue but I cut him off, "I can act like Sarah," I continued, "I'll wear a hat, hood up, we're both blonde."

"Yeah until you talk, you guys sound nothing alike." Pope once again proved a good point, "What happens then?"

"Not happening, get over here, princess." JJ denied my plan and I huffed. My body plopped back onto the couch as his arms went around me.

"Y/n might be onto something," Kiara began, "No offense Sarah but Y/n knows her way around a gun-"

"Yeah thanks to me, we're not offering my girlfriend to the enemy on a dinner plate." JJ scolded, his hold on my waist tightening. As if I'd disappear if he let go, "Not a chance in hell."

"Just listen," Kiara stood up, "Y/n borrows some of Sarah's clothes, hood up, hat on just like she said," She paced back and forth, "We give her the gun."

"I don't know, man." Pope sighed. We all went silent, trying to think of a way to make this work. I didn't mind being offered up as 'bait', like Kiara said, I knew my way around a gun and if things go south I wouldn't hesitate to use it. Sarah was new to the pogues, we loved her but knew she wouldn't shoot her own brother.

"Alright, this is what we do," I spoke up, "He wants to meet at midnight, right?"

"That's what the text said." Sarah confirmed.

"We get there early, find a good hiding spot for all of you. Spread out in different places so he can't trap all of you guys,"

"Y/n, no, you're not—"

"JJ, do you trust me?" I asked, looking over my shoulder and up at him. He looked away and exhaled deeply before locking eyes with me.

"Of course I do."

"Okay then."

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I stood in the old warehouse with Sarah's clothes on, shorts and a black hoodie with the hood pulled over my head, paired with one of JJ's hats. The gun was tucked behind me into my waist band, safety off. I made sure to pull my blonde hair forward so Rafe would think I was Sarah, thankfully this place was dimly lit.