Page 15 of Kairo

“I ain’t saying that, but you are bodyguarding me twenty-four seven. My father never mentioned whether or not he was paying you. Plus, my father tends to have motherfuckers doing shit for free.”

Internally, I scoffed. Junie had to be out her mind to think I was going to be watching over her ass for free. Prez came to me with a small fee, but after a couple of weeks of negotiation, the fee was increased from small to hefty. Granted, I didn’t need the money because of the amount my father left behind for my mother and I, but it was still nice to have play money.

“You have the tendency to assume,” I said, slapping my platinum card on the table. The sound of the titanium hitting the table made her yelp. “Heavy ain’t it?”

Heavy,ain’t it?kept replaying in my head. Even though I knew Kairo was talking about the card, my mind went elsewhere. There was something about him that made me even more curious. He barely spoke, but when he did, I listened. He had this mysterious demeanor and didn’t appear to be friendly, but I knew there was more to him, and I was intrigued. We made our way out of the restaurant and Kairo made it his business to hold the door for me again.

Kairo finally made it in the driver seat before turning on the engine. A part of me wasn’t ready for our time to end. I knew once we made it back to my house, I would go upstairs, and he would go to his new assigned room.

“Hey, can we make one more stop?”

He didn’t huff or puff. He didn’t even roll his eyes. “What’s the address?” he asked.

I fired off the address and he put it in his GPS. Once the voice gave him directions, he turned on the music, and we rode to the destination. He gripped the steering wheel with one hand while nodding his head to the music. I would be lying if I said his actions didn’t make my sweet spot quiver.

I did my very best to stay away from anybody that was affiliated with anything that involved a motorcycle club. All ofthem were the same. They only cared about the club and the club only. With Kairo, though, I felt like there was more to him than just the club. With my horrible traits of wanting to know anything about any and everybody, I couldn’t help but wonder what made him different.

Forty-five minutes had passed, and we arrived at the destination. Kairo parked the car and shut off the engine. He placed his hand on his gun and looked over at me.

“Where are we?”

My eyes moved from his gun to his eyes. “Calm down, killer. This is my family’s property.”

I understood why he had his hand on his gun and why he was on guard. We were in the middle of nowhere. It was a long stretched, two lane highway. There were no other houses in sight. The only thing in front of him was a big, long warehouse. The only car on the property was ours.

“Why we out here?” His eyes bounced from me to the property then back to me.

“I wanted to show you something.”

“Who else out here?”

“Kairo, please relax. It’s just us. Damn. I’m not no dirty person. Why would I set you up? You ain’t did shit to me!” He looked at me for a while. I knew he was trying to read me to determine if I was telling the truth. He slowly removed his hand from his gun. “Now if you’re done being paranoid, come on.”

I jumped out of the car, not waiting for him to reply. He moved at a slow pace while I anxiously waited.

“What we doing here?” he asked, annoyed.

He still had his guard up. His eyes continued to bounce back and forth. He turned his head from side to side with each step.

I sucked my teeth as we made our way to the front of the warehouse. “I told you I had to show you something.”

“Junie, I’m telling you now if this is on some weird shit, I don’t give a fuck who it is, they dying.”

I shook my head. “You are a fucking crash out. I told you, I’m not here to set you up. You think I would make the shit that obvious?”

He mumbled something under his breath, but I ignored him. I typed in the code to the door and waited for the latches to unlock. Excitement shot through my body when I heard the last latch unlock. I reached for the door, and with a hard push, the cool air hit me straight in the face. Before turning on the lights, I glanced at the door and saw Kairo still standing at the door.

“Kairo, come on. Why are you still standing outside?”

“Turn the lights on first.”

“My damn, it’s never that deep.”

I flipped the switch, and the lights cut on one at a time. Each light illuminated the many bikes that we had collected over the years. I looked at Kairo with a smirk on my face. He slowly made his way into the warehouse. I noticed he had his gun by his side. I couldn’t help but shake my head.

“Like what you see?”

He looked at me with those deep, dark, mysterious eyes. To someone who was never around people that were dark, they would have seen an empty soul. I saw someone who was like a kid in a candy store, though.

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