Trap House Surrender
A standalone retelling of chapter 27 of Maddie’s Taboo College stories from Jamal's point of view.
Author’s Note: This is a standalone retelling of chapter 27 of Maddie’s Taboo College stories. Most of my stories are told in the first-person perspective, and sometimes I think it would be interesting to hear how another character saw the same experience. The chapter below retells Maddie’s visit to the Trap house and her experience with Jamal and his crew from Jamal’s point of view. In some ways, I think this one is hotter than the original scene.
Marion’s voice cut through the bass line thumping from the speakers. “Yo, J! You got customers!”
I set down the scale I’d been calibrating in the back room and wiped my hands on my jeans. Probably some college kid wanting party supplies or fake IDs. Easy money, but boring as hell.
Walking into the living room, I found Marion and Big Mac on the couch, guns on the coffee table like always. Ready to pop off if needed.
Josh stood next to them—that white boy who used to run IDs out of his garage until he got spooked and quit. Hadn’t seen him in what, a year? Boy looked different. Put on some muscle, grew into his frame a little. Still had that nervous energy though, like he was always two seconds from running.
Next to him was a shortie looking frightened as fuck, but tryin’ to hide it.
White girl. Young. Maybe eighteen, twenty tops. Blonde curls going everywhere, wearing jeans and a sweater that tried and failed to hide what she had going on underneath. He bet those titties were nice. She clutched her purse like it might get stolen.
Stupid little girl done walked into the wrong house.
I’d seen plenty like her before—college kids who thought they were being adventurous, slumming it in our world ‘til things got too real and they ran back to their safe suburban lives. They took what they wanted and disappeared.
“Josh.” I kept my voice level, assessing the situation. “What brings you to tha Bluff?”
I let my eyes drift to the girl, taking my time with it. Let her feel the weight of my attention. She met my gaze straight on—didn’t look away like most white girls did when they wandered into the Bluff.
English Avenue. Bankhead. The Bluff. Whatever you wanted to call this stretch of southwest Atlanta, it meant the same thing: poverty, drugs, danger. Place where white folks didn’t come unless they were desperate.
And this girl looked desperate. I liked that.
“My friend here needs an ID.” Josh gestured toward the girl, and I caught the protective edge in his tone. Interesting. “This is Maddie.”
Maddie.
I let my eyes travel over her properly. Not crude—I ain’t like that—but thorough. Had to know what I was dealing with. She was pretty in that girl-next-door way. Athletic build, probably a swimmer or some shit. But it was her eyes that caught me when she finally looked up.
Hazel. Wide with fear, yeah, but something else behind that fear. Something hungry.
Something broken.
Girl’s got demons.
I recognized that look because I saw it in the mirror every goddamn morning. The look of someone who’d crossed lines they couldn’t uncross, who’d tasted something dark and couldn’t get enough of it.
“I can do that.” I crossed my arms, watching her react to my body, to my ink, to the bullet scars I wore like medals from a war I never asked to fight. “Need to take your picture, get your info. Give me a week and I’ll have it ready.”
“No.” Her voice came out stronger than I expected. Demanding. “I need it tonight.”
I blinked. Then laughed—couldn’t help it. Marion and Big Mac joined in. This little white girl really thought she could walk up in here making demands?
“Tonight? Girl, you’re crazy. That’s impossible.” I gestured toward the door. “Y’all should go.”
I meant it. I didn’t have time for this shit today.
She started to turn, and I felt this weird twist in my chest. Disappointment? Nah, couldn’t be that. I didn’t care about some random white bitch.
But then she spun back around, with a determined look on her face. She was cute as fuck. I liked her little nose surrounded by light freckles.
“Please. Is there any way you can do it? I’m willing to pay. I brought a hundred dollars.” She dug in her purse, pulling out crumpled twenties.
The room erupted. Marion practically fell off the couch laughing. Big Mac wheezed like he couldn’t breathe.
Josh’s head dropped like he wanted to disappear into the floor. His dumbass should’ve told her how much it would cost. Stupid ass.
But I wasn’t laughing no more. I was watching Maddie’s face turn red, watching her chin come up even as humiliation washed over her. She wasn’t running. She was standing there, taking it.
Girl’s got spine.
“What’s so funny?” Her voice shook but held steady. Looking into those eyes, watching those lips. I softened a little.
“Maddie.” Josh sounded like he was in pain. “I should’ve told you. It’s at least three hundred. For a normal timeframe.”
I watched her process that. Watched the panic flash across her face, quickly followed by calculation. She was thinking, trying to figure out her next move.
“And you want it tonight.” I shook my head, moving closer to her. Close enough to smell her perfume—something clean and innocent that didn’t belong in this house. “That’s a rush job, sweetheart. Way more expensive.”
“Fuck.” Her eyes got shiny with tears she refused to let fall. “Is there any way I could pay you later?”
The boys laughed again, but I kept watching Maddie.
I’d seen this before. Girls who needed something bad enough to negotiate a compromise. Usually, they offered before I even suggested it. But this one—she didn’t know the game. She was still operating like the world played fair and pretty white girls just got what they wanted.
I stepped closer, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to look at me.
“You know...” I let the words hang, testing her. “I might could do this for you. As a favor.”
The air changed. Got thick with possibility.
“If you do me a favor first.”
I watched understanding hit her. Watched her eyes go wide, watched her skin redden. Part of me expected her to storm out, to prove she was just another privileged white girl playing at danger.
But she didn’t move.
Normally, this would be where I’d grin, where I’d enjoy her discomfort, where I’d see her as nothing but another hole to use. I’d done this dance before—offering desperate girls a way out in exchange for their bodies. Never forced nobody. Always gave them the choice. But I knew what they’d pick.
Usually, I didn’t care if they stayed or went, but this time it was different. I wanted this one. I felt my cock twitch.
Looking at Maddie, I saw that brokenness again, that hunger. Girl was drowning, looking for a lifeline. But she wasn’t finding it.
Or maybe she was looking to swim towards the danger.
I should tell her to leave. I wanted her, but also felt like I wanted to protect her. Never felt like that before.
But I couldn’t do that. Because I wanted to know what would happen if she stayed. Wanted to see if that fire in her eyes would burn or fizzle out.
“What would I need to do?” Her voice came out barely above a whisper.
Josh stepped forward, his face pale as milk. “Maddie, don’t. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought you here.”
Something protective flared in me. Not for Josh—fuck Josh. For Maddie. Because if she was gonna do this, it needed to be her choice. Not my manipulation. Her choice.
“Josh.” I let command fill my voice, the same tone I used when motherfuckers forgot who ran this house. “Sit the fuck down on that couch. The little lady can make up her own mind about what she’s willing to do.”
I felt the room shift. Felt my boys lean forward, suddenly interested. Felt Josh’s spirit deflate. Felt Maddie’s arousal cutting through her fear like a knife.
Girl’s turned on by this. She wants this dick.
“If I want to stop,” she said, meeting my eyes, “you’ll stop? Right?”
Her courage surprised me. Most girls would’ve begged more, at least for show. But Maddie was standing there, scared as hell but not backing down, demanding I give her control even as she prepared to give it away.
I smiled, letting my gold fronts catch the light. “Of course.” I softened my voice, and I meant it—mostly. “I’m not gonna force you to do shit. You can tap out if you need to, shortie.”
Because I wouldn’t. I’d done a lot of things I wasn’t proud of, crossed lines that kept me up at night, but I never took from a woman what wasn’t offered. Maybe that was my one saving grace. Maybe it made me worse, knowing girls would offer themselves up just to survive my world.
I reached out, catching her chin between my fingers. Her skin was soft, warm. She looked up at me with those hazel eyes, and I saw the moment she decided.
“Look,” I said quietly, giving her one more out. “I can make you your ID, and you can come back next week. But it’ll be three hundred. I’m not trying to take advantage of you. You don’t wanna fuck with the likes of me.”
I brushed my thumb across her lower lip, feeling it quiver.
“But if you do stay, I promise you can leave anytime.”
I already knew her answer. Could see it in her eyes. She was already mine, but giving her one more chance to say no would make her feel more comfortable and would let me sleep better tonight.
She looked at my chest, at my tattoos, at the bullet scars from the Bankhead Highway shooting that should’ve killed me but didn’t. I watched her process it all—the danger, the violence, the reality of who I was.
Then her hand reached out and pressed against the bulge in my jeans.
Fuck.
Heat shot through me, my cock responding immediately to her touch. She was soft and hesitant, but she didn’t pull away.
“That’s a good girl.” My voice came out rougher than I intended. “You like living on the edge, don’t you?”
She looked up at me, and I saw the truth in her eyes before she spoke. “Yeah. I think I do.”
This girl wasn’t here by accident. Wasn’t some naive kid who wandered into the wrong neighborhood. She’d sought this out. She wanted this darkness.
And fuck me, but that made me want her even more.
“Then take it out.”
“Maddie, no.” Josh’s voice cracked like he was watching his friend jump off a bridge.
I turned my head sharply, letting ice fill my voice. “I’m not going to tell you again, motherfucker.”
Josh sank back, defeated. Good. I didn’t need his guilt fucking up what was about to happen.
“Do you have a bedroom we can go to?” Maddie asked, and I heard the last thread of innocence in her voice, the part that still thought this could be intimate, normal.
I smiled down at her. “No beds here, baby girl.”
Watched her understand. Watched her realize I wanted to do this here, in the living room, with my boys watching. With her friend watching. Making her a show, a spectacle, a piece of entertainment for the crew.
This was the moment. The real test. If she was gonna run, it would be now.
Instead, her hands reached for my belt.
Goddamn. I think I could fall in love with this girl.
Her fingers worked the buckle, popped the button, and slid my zipper down. She kissed my chest, her lips soft against my ink. Her hands shook, but she didn’t stop.
She dropped to her knees.
