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Romeo: Who’s porch?

My brow arched.

Romeo may lie or avoid the subject, but he was never the type to play dumb. I didn’t like where this was going.

Squaring my shoulders, I pushed the door open and stepped outside.

The only person out here was Nova’s neighbor, who was sitting in his backyard.

“I thought she shot you?”

I shrugged, “she tried.”

“Ah, son…” He tipped his chin. “Your dick’s hanging out.”

“I know.” I said while bending down to pick up the discarded pack.

Not only were they not my brother’s brand – Romeo was a creature of habit – there were still a few cigarettes sitting inside. Not something a smoker would toss away. But it was something they would drop by accident.

Me: Are you sure you aren’t following me?

There was still a nagging itch in the back of mind saying it was him.

Romeo: I’m not following you little brother.

I looked over at Nova’s neighbor. “You see anyone out here?”

“Yeah. There was a scrawny fella looking in the window.”

He saw someone looking in the window and didn’t do anything. Nova had some great neighbors. “Got anything to go on other than scrawny?”

“Hum?” He tapped his chin. “Oh, he had nice hair.”

Simon.

What the fuck was that slimy weasel up to?

My phone dinged.

Romeo: What’s going on Gio?

Me: I’m not sure.

But I was going to find out as soon as I found that little shit.

NOVALEE

“Idon’t know why I’m helping you.”

I smiled at Memphis.

My brow arched. “I’d do it for you.”

I would absolutely help him hide a bruise. I may not do a very good job, and I would most definitely murder whoever hit him, but I would give him my best cover up attempt. Know what I wouldn’t do? I wouldn’t lecture him about it.

“Well, lucky for you, I don’t date abusive men.”

“Gio didn’t hit me.”

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