Lax “Slim” Carter

@masterxslim

🙌🏾 Slim is not in relation to GHerbo. This is for RPG only and fan fiction

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Tight Grip S2E2

Confessional: Last night, the mansion party was definitely a lot to handle. People knew that those two would clash, so I'm not sure as to what people expected, but today is a new day and there's just some things I need to get off my chest with Slim.

Nya was a little taken aback when Slim basically told her to stop dealing with her friends. It irritated her last night, but with a drunken mind she let it be. However, waking up it was still bothering her. She felt like her friends were a lot more CIVILISED than any of his friends, and being around them was getting her back to the old Nya. Not the girl constantly having nightmares about the man she ordered dead.

The bombshell was out on their suit balcony, doing some yoga.

@masterxslim

Slim didn’t know what had gotten into Nya, but had a clue. She hadn’t been herself since her fiancé died. All reason to understand, but soon, she would have to accept the fact that he was gone and that they needed to move on. He was wrong to put that energy out there at the mansion party. His feelings didn’t change, but the conversation could have waited for when they were alone.

Confessional: I may not like some of the people Nya associate herself with, but there was a time and a place for that talk and the mansion party wasn’t it. I’m at fault for that and I can own up to my mistake.

Slim was shown walking into her space. He sat down. “Can we discuss last night?”

Nya was almost finished with her routine when Slim came outside. She finished her last stretch, and then began rolling her mat up. "You really showed me a different side last night. I've had the same friends since before we became a couple, I'm not changing because we're together." She stood up, and took from her bottle as she sat next to him.

Confessional: Me and Slim were friends before anything, so last night when he said what he said I was confused, because some of those actually have rode for me with no bumps in the road.

“Okay for me, the atmosphere you chose to put ya self in, not helping you cope with the reality that you are trying to avoid.” He sighed. “I could have told you that, you know what I’m sayin, but when you get in ya moods and you treating me a certain way, that shit bothers the fuck out of me bro.”

“We could talk to each other bout anything. Truth and all that. My truth hurts, but I do admit that I shouldn’t have went there, I was just angry and honestly, it’s out of frustration on how you been acting. You talkin bout you ain’t never see this side to me, yea, cause I never had to show it until now. You ain’t all that better tho. You showin me ya self too.”

Tight Grip S2E2

Confessional: Last night, the mansion party was definitely a lot to handle. People knew that those two would clash, so I'm not sure as to what people expected, but today is a new day and there's just some things I need to get off my chest with Slim.

Nya was a little taken aback when Slim basically told her to stop dealing with her friends. It irritated her last night, but with a drunken mind she let it be. However, waking up it was still bothering her. She felt like her friends were a lot more CIVILISED than any of his friends, and being around them was getting her back to the old Nya. Not the girl constantly having nightmares about the man she ordered dead.

The bombshell was out on their suit balcony, doing some yoga.

@masterxslim

Slim didn’t know what had gotten into Nya, but had a clue. She hadn’t been herself since her fiancé died. All reason to understand, but soon, she would have to accept the fact that he was gone and that they needed to move on. He was wrong to put that energy out there at the mansion party. His feelings didn’t change, but the conversation could have waited for when they were alone.

Confessional: I may not like some of the people Nya associate herself with, but there was a time and a place for that talk and the mansion party wasn’t it. I’m at fault for that and I can own up to my mistake.

Slim was shown walking into her space. He sat down. “Can we discuss last night?”

VH1 THE CIRCLE MANSION PARTY: SLIM

“BIG 4”  Lax “Slim” | 30 | Artist/Singer/Etc…. Never thought I’d be on no reality show. Thanks to the people I’m in business with, that’s why I’m here. I go by Slim, but Lax is my name. It’s been a long hard road for me, but I’m planning on turning a new leaf by focusing on more important things to make my life better. I got a lil’ soft side for my shorty @nssynya who sacrificed a lot to showcase her love to me. I gave her my life in return. This journey gonna be interesting though, especially with my new job venture.

The Death Of A King

It was done.

Slim sat on the edge of the bed. Whenever dirty worked needed to be done, he checked himself into a secluded run down motel. It was only until it was clear to go back into the city. Both him and Sammi decided to do the work.

Slim was waiting on @nssynya. He didn’t know how she would react to the news or take it, but he waited.

Nya got info from Sammi how she was supposed to act, and tomorrow morning she was scheduled to meet him for lunch. Apparently things happened tonight, and it was only a matter of time before they contacted her. The location Slim gave her was definitely discrete, and she was a little worried about leaving her car out there. She walked up to the door and knocked on it.

He knew it was her. She’s the only one who would knock on a deserted door. He got up and opened it. He held his arms open for her to do whatever she need to, cry...laugh...throw fist, whatever, he was ready.

“It’s done babe...I gotta lay low for a little while though.”

Nya didn't know how to feel. She just ordered for a man to be killed, and he was. Her mind was crowded with questions, and fear. Sammi gave her the run down on how everything was going to go, so she knew that at any minute her phone was going to be bombarded with the news. The young lady walked in and just sat on the edge of the bed. "Thank you."

“You not having a change of heart are you?” He sat beside her.

"No, I just don't know how to feel. I never ordered a man to die. How are you?" Nya looked over at him as she grabbed his hand.

“Besides killing somebodies father, brother, and son? I’m legit.” He shrugged and clasped her hands within his. “I don’t talk about that shit too much tho, it’s done...that’s all I want to hear of it.”

What Slim does or did for that matter never sat well with him after it. He did what needed to be done and exiled all feelings or emotion that would probably come along with it. “You’re safe, all that matters to me.”

The Death Of A King

It was done.

Slim sat on the edge of the bed. Whenever dirty worked needed to be done, he checked himself into a secluded run down motel. It was only until it was clear to go back into the city. Both him and Sammi decided to do the work.

Slim was waiting on @nssynya. He didn’t know how she would react to the news or take it, but he waited.

Nya got info from Sammi how she was supposed to act, and tomorrow morning she was scheduled to meet him for lunch. Apparently things happened tonight, and it was only a matter of time before they contacted her. The location Slim gave her was definitely discrete, and she was a little worried about leaving her car out there. She walked up to the door and knocked on it.

He knew it was her. She’s the only one who would knock on a deserted door. He got up and opened it. He held his arms open for her to do whatever she need to, cry...laugh...throw fist, whatever, he was ready.

“It’s done babe...I gotta lay low for a little while though.”

Nya didn't know how to feel. She just ordered for a man to be killed, and he was. Her mind was crowded with questions, and fear. Sammi gave her the run down on how everything was going to go, so she knew that at any minute her phone was going to be bombarded with the news. The young lady walked in and just sat on the edge of the bed. "Thank you."

“You not having a change of heart are you?” He sat beside her.

The Death Of A King

It was done.

Slim sat on the edge of the bed. Whenever dirty worked needed to be done, he checked himself into a secluded run down motel. It was only until it was clear to go back into the city. Both him and Sammi decided to do the work.

Slim was waiting on @nssynya. He didn’t know how she would react to the news or take it, but he waited.

Nya got info from Sammi how she was supposed to act, and tomorrow morning she was scheduled to meet him for lunch. Apparently things happened tonight, and it was only a matter of time before they contacted her. The location Slim gave her was definitely discrete, and she was a little worried about leaving her car out there. She walked up to the door and knocked on it.

He knew it was her. She’s the only one who would knock on a deserted door. He got up and opened it. He held his arms open for her to do whatever she need to, cry...laugh...throw fist, whatever, he was ready.

“It’s done babe...I gotta lay low for a little while though.”

The Death Of A King

It was done.

Slim sat on the edge of the bed. Whenever dirty worked needed to be done, he checked himself into a secluded run down motel. It was only until it was clear to go back into the city. Both him and Sammi decided to do the work.

Slim was waiting on @nssynya. He didn’t know how she would react to the news or take it, but he waited.

Dethroning A King

Slim vowed to never go back to the assassin life. He used to be one of the best to do it. He gave all that up just to run his own marijuana chain. However, it didn’t mean that he still had no pull. One of his brothers in the game that went by the name of @sammiicutzz, was another tough hitter. Whenever Slim needed something done, he made sure to give him a call. This time though, it was going to be a mission that he couldn’t pass up.

Slim met with Sammi in their usual spot. He chuckled when he saw him because Slim did let him know what he needed him to do.

“Yo before you say anything, just know it’s for love.” He joked. “I got to have this King done for. He got Nya out here submitting and she submissive to the wrong nigga.” He smirked. “Whatchu think?”

When Sammi got the call he was shocked. He knew Slim was on the straight edge path, so getting a message like the one he did shocked him. He needed to meet and talk in person.

"Y'all niggas love to hit me for some shit wrapped around love." Sammi chuckled and shook his head. Had it been anybody else he would turn down the job, but Slim was good people. "She's gonna have to play a part if we wanna keep her name clean."

“That’s fine. Do what you got to do. I’ll keep her posted man.”

Dethroning A King

Slim vowed to never go back to the assassin life. He used to be one of the best to do it. He gave all that up just to run his own marijuana chain. However, it didn’t mean that he still had no pull. One of his brothers in the game that went by the name of @sammiicutzz, was another tough hitter. Whenever Slim needed something done, he made sure to give him a call. This time though, it was going to be a mission that he couldn’t pass up.

Slim met with Sammi in their usual spot. He chuckled when he saw him because Slim did let him know what he needed him to do.

“Yo before you say anything, just know it’s for love.” He joked. “I got to have this King done for. He got Nya out here submitting and she submissive to the wrong nigga.” He smirked. “Whatchu think?”

@sammiicutzz

📲: Sup bro. Got somethin for you. I need it done swiftly, neat. Nigga is a King

(Attaches the information)

📲: Come by the studio

📲: aiight

@sammiicutzz

📲: Sup bro. Got somethin for you. I need it done swiftly, neat. Nigga is a King

(Attaches the information)

Impulsive

A Queen she was, but to sit upon a throne wasn't what she wanted. The king was a new client of Nya's and at first the night was going great, he gave her the royal treatment, and found himself being one of the few to dive into her ocean. Majority of her escort clients were into the Dominatrix scene. The King was looking for love and Nya knew it and she fell for it. Not for love, or because she believed that she could fall in love with him. It was for survival, it was for her not knowing what was next for her. She was trying to find her niche, but nothing seemed to stick.

However, the reason for her walking up on @masterxslim was to talk to her friend. The two of them were close, never sexual, but the level of vulnerability she had around him was outrageous. The never had to give what they had a title, but deep down she knew it was suppose to be him that grew old with.

Nya just sat on the bleachers and watched them finish their game.

"I don't want it." Nya turned around and looked at him. She knew that she fucked up by saying yes, and she knew she had no right expecting comfort from him. Slim's heartbreak in this moment was caused by her. "I fucked up, I just don't think he's going to let me go easy."

“I can get it done. Say the words.”

"I don't want you getting into any trouble." Nya was concerned about what she was about to put on Slim's plate.

“You ain’t got to worry about me. Say it, it’s done.” He looked at her. “I’m tired of sharing you, you belong to me, don’t you?”

Impulsive

A Queen she was, but to sit upon a throne wasn't what she wanted. The king was a new client of Nya's and at first the night was going great, he gave her the royal treatment, and found himself being one of the few to dive into her ocean. Majority of her escort clients were into the Dominatrix scene. The King was looking for love and Nya knew it and she fell for it. Not for love, or because she believed that she could fall in love with him. It was for survival, it was for her not knowing what was next for her. She was trying to find her niche, but nothing seemed to stick.

However, the reason for her walking up on @masterxslim was to talk to her friend. The two of them were close, never sexual, but the level of vulnerability she had around him was outrageous. The never had to give what they had a title, but deep down she knew it was suppose to be him that grew old with.

Nya just sat on the bleachers and watched them finish their game.

"I don't want it." Nya turned around and looked at him. She knew that she fucked up by saying yes, and she knew she had no right expecting comfort from him. Slim's heartbreak in this moment was caused by her. "I fucked up, I just don't think he's going to let me go easy."

“I can get it done. Say the words.”

Impulsive

A Queen she was, but to sit upon a throne wasn't what she wanted. The king was a new client of Nya's and at first the night was going great, he gave her the royal treatment, and found himself being one of the few to dive into her ocean. Majority of her escort clients were into the Dominatrix scene. The King was looking for love and Nya knew it and she fell for it. Not for love, or because she believed that she could fall in love with him. It was for survival, it was for her not knowing what was next for her. She was trying to find her niche, but nothing seemed to stick.

However, the reason for her walking up on @masterxslim was to talk to her friend. The two of them were close, never sexual, but the level of vulnerability she had around him was outrageous. The never had to give what they had a title, but deep down she knew it was suppose to be him that grew old with.

Nya just sat on the bleachers and watched them finish their game.

@masterxslim

Slim couldn’t let how he felt be known, but finding out about Nya’s recent nuptials had him acting differently; not towards Nya, but shit he dealt with internally.

Slim just finished up with his game when he wiped his brows off with his towel and wrapped it around his neck. He was tired. Before the game, he had crucial training and of course he had street business to handle as usual. There was some gang war brewing, and he decided to stay within the game to keep a very low profile until all that boiled over. After all, he was just a weed man, it had nothing to do with him. All he did was sell for profit; but he was one of the most popular plugs out there.

“What’s good?” He sat next to her. “Thought you’d be enjoyin ya honeymoon by now, your highness.”

Nya looked at him and rolled her eyes. If only he knew the truth behind it all. The perks were great and it sounded good, but she wanted to be more than a trophy. She just didn't know want the alternative. All her friends had somebody and all she had was herself. "How are you?" Nya didn't want to talk about her.

“Training, ball, streets, repeat.” He chuckled. “It’s some bad Ju Ju goin on in the streets, so I’ve been laying real low, stacking my money up, plan to move into my condo soon, get out my old house.”

He looked at her, “You? I wanna know.”

Nya took a deep breath and let her head rest on his shoulder. "I let life go by so fast sometimes that when I finally snap back into paying attention so much has happened." The King wasn't abusive, or necessarily a bad person but he just wasn't her person. It felt like in order for her to be his Queen she was going to have to change parts of herself that she didn't want to.

"I almost started thinking we'd grow old together." A soft smile crept over her face.

Slim looked off to the side. “Wasn’t nothin stoppin you...guess I’m not ya type right?” He let his hand wrap around waist. “Been tryna wrap my head around the fact of how quick you switched up. I ain’t no king but I do what I can do.”

He looked down at her. “You not acting like someone who just got married. What’s the issue?”

"With everything going on with the club I started taking sexual clients and he was the first. He made me feel so comfortable and he is a good man. The morning I woke up with a ring on my finger, and he made it sound good. It wasn't until a month later did I realize the crown came with certain ramifications that I'm not ready to adhere to." Nya held onto him tighter. "I want it to be you." She whispered as if the king would hear.

He tried to play it off like what she just said didn’t bother the shit out of him. He wasn’t about to place judgement on her for her decisions but he thought Nya was smarter than that. Dancing for clients was one thing but sleeping with them...letting them into her privacy to invade a space he felt really belonged to him. A person who actually had a connection with her...hell, his best friend.

“I see...” he sighed, “why would you marry a guy so quick? What all did he even promise you? What? Fame? Money? A way out the struggle?” Slim licked his lips and shook his head. “You the only person I know that can handle any situation that come your way. It wasn’t that bad Nya.”

Everyone knew Nya to be the one to take a hit, and come out unmarked. It was her secret power, but friends forgot how draining that could. Somebody promised her a cushion and she was ready to sit. "This was a bad idea. You don't get it." She got up.

The male got up after her. “Nya...” he caught up to her as she was leaving the doors. “What do you want me to do? You sayin all this stuff like I ain’t never been around.” He sighed. “I don’t want you with him. Is that what you want to hear? Cause I don’t. I don’t want you with nobody but me.” He frowned. “So I apologize if I seem confused, cause I am Nya. Guess I’m just drove you chose him over me.”

Impulsive

A Queen she was, but to sit upon a throne wasn't what she wanted. The king was a new client of Nya's and at first the night was going great, he gave her the royal treatment, and found himself being one of the few to dive into her ocean. Majority of her escort clients were into the Dominatrix scene. The King was looking for love and Nya knew it and she fell for it. Not for love, or because she believed that she could fall in love with him. It was for survival, it was for her not knowing what was next for her. She was trying to find her niche, but nothing seemed to stick.

However, the reason for her walking up on @masterxslim was to talk to her friend. The two of them were close, never sexual, but the level of vulnerability she had around him was outrageous. The never had to give what they had a title, but deep down she knew it was suppose to be him that grew old with.

Nya just sat on the bleachers and watched them finish their game.

@masterxslim

Slim couldn’t let how he felt be known, but finding out about Nya’s recent nuptials had him acting differently; not towards Nya, but shit he dealt with internally.

Slim just finished up with his game when he wiped his brows off with his towel and wrapped it around his neck. He was tired. Before the game, he had crucial training and of course he had street business to handle as usual. There was some gang war brewing, and he decided to stay within the game to keep a very low profile until all that boiled over. After all, he was just a weed man, it had nothing to do with him. All he did was sell for profit; but he was one of the most popular plugs out there.

“What’s good?” He sat next to her. “Thought you’d be enjoyin ya honeymoon by now, your highness.”

Nya looked at him and rolled her eyes. If only he knew the truth behind it all. The perks were great and it sounded good, but she wanted to be more than a trophy. She just didn't know want the alternative. All her friends had somebody and all she had was herself. "How are you?" Nya didn't want to talk about her.

“Training, ball, streets, repeat.” He chuckled. “It’s some bad Ju Ju goin on in the streets, so I’ve been laying real low, stacking my money up, plan to move into my condo soon, get out my old house.”

He looked at her, “You? I wanna know.”

Nya took a deep breath and let her head rest on his shoulder. "I let life go by so fast sometimes that when I finally snap back into paying attention so much has happened." The King wasn't abusive, or necessarily a bad person but he just wasn't her person. It felt like in order for her to be his Queen she was going to have to change parts of herself that she didn't want to.

"I almost started thinking we'd grow old together." A soft smile crept over her face.

Slim looked off to the side. “Wasn’t nothin stoppin you...guess I’m not ya type right?” He let his hand wrap around waist. “Been tryna wrap my head around the fact of how quick you switched up. I ain’t no king but I do what I can do.”

He looked down at her. “You not acting like someone who just got married. What’s the issue?”

"With everything going on with the club I started taking sexual clients and he was the first. He made me feel so comfortable and he is a good man. The morning I woke up with a ring on my finger, and he made it sound good. It wasn't until a month later did I realize the crown came with certain ramifications that I'm not ready to adhere to." Nya held onto him tighter. "I want it to be you." She whispered as if the king would hear.

He tried to play it off like what she just said didn’t bother the shit out of him. He wasn’t about to place judgement on her for her decisions but he thought Nya was smarter than that. Dancing for clients was one thing but sleeping with them...letting them into her privacy to invade a space he felt really belonged to him. A person who actually had a connection with her...hell, his best friend.

“I see...” he sighed, “why would you marry a guy so quick? What all did he even promise you? What? Fame? Money? A way out the struggle?” Slim licked his lips and shook his head. “You the only person I know that can handle any situation that come your way. It wasn’t that bad Nya.”

Impulsive

A Queen she was, but to sit upon a throne wasn't what she wanted. The king was a new client of Nya's and at first the night was going great, he gave her the royal treatment, and found himself being one of the few to dive into her ocean. Majority of her escort clients were into the Dominatrix scene. The King was looking for love and Nya knew it and she fell for it. Not for love, or because she believed that she could fall in love with him. It was for survival, it was for her not knowing what was next for her. She was trying to find her niche, but nothing seemed to stick.

However, the reason for her walking up on @masterxslim was to talk to her friend. The two of them were close, never sexual, but the level of vulnerability she had around him was outrageous. The never had to give what they had a title, but deep down she knew it was suppose to be him that grew old with.

Nya just sat on the bleachers and watched them finish their game.

@masterxslim

Slim couldn’t let how he felt be known, but finding out about Nya’s recent nuptials had him acting differently; not towards Nya, but shit he dealt with internally.

Slim just finished up with his game when he wiped his brows off with his towel and wrapped it around his neck. He was tired. Before the game, he had crucial training and of course he had street business to handle as usual. There was some gang war brewing, and he decided to stay within the game to keep a very low profile until all that boiled over. After all, he was just a weed man, it had nothing to do with him. All he did was sell for profit; but he was one of the most popular plugs out there.

“What’s good?” He sat next to her. “Thought you’d be enjoyin ya honeymoon by now, your highness.”

Nya looked at him and rolled her eyes. If only he knew the truth behind it all. The perks were great and it sounded good, but she wanted to be more than a trophy. She just didn't know want the alternative. All her friends had somebody and all she had was herself. "How are you?" Nya didn't want to talk about her.

“Training, ball, streets, repeat.” He chuckled. “It’s some bad Ju Ju goin on in the streets, so I’ve been laying real low, stacking my money up, plan to move into my condo soon, get out my old house.”

He looked at her, “You? I wanna know.”

Nya took a deep breath and let her head rest on his shoulder. "I let life go by so fast sometimes that when I finally snap back into paying attention so much has happened." The King wasn't abusive, or necessarily a bad person but he just wasn't her person. It felt like in order for her to be his Queen she was going to have to change parts of herself that she didn't want to.

"I almost started thinking we'd grow old together." A soft smile crept over her face.

Slim looked off to the side. “Wasn’t nothin stoppin you...guess I’m not ya type right?” He let his hand wrap around waist. “Been tryna wrap my head around the fact of how quick you switched up. I ain’t no king but I do what I can do.”

He looked down at her. “You not acting like someone who just got married. What’s the issue?”

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