“Kali, hey.” His voice was smooth. “What’s up?”
“Not much.”
He stopped a few feet away, adjusting the strap of his bag. His gaze flicked over me, assessing, like he wasn’t sure if he should bring it up. “I, uh… I heard about what happened.” His voice dropped slightly, more serious. “I’m real sorry. How’re you doing?”
I forced a small, almost indifferent shrug. “I’m better.”
“Trevor will find that piece of shit. We’ll take care of him.”
I gave a small smile. “Thanks.”
His eyes flicked to his bike that I was leaning against. “Didn’t know you were into bikes.”
“Didn’t know you had one. You’re not even seventeen yet.”
He smirked; a quick, cocky flash of teeth. He didn’t need to say it. I already knew he had a fake license. Perks of being aDeMone.
I let out a quiet breath and shifted, straightening my posture slightly. The easy part was over.
“I need your help.”
His smirk faded a little, replaced with curiosity. “With what?”
I hesitated, then met his gaze head-on. “I want you to teach me how to fight. Like you did in that underground Fight Club.”
A beat of silence.
He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “C’mon, Kali, you know Trevor would kill me. Can’t he hook you up?”
“Trevor’s not here.” My voice was firm. “And I don’t like his guys.”
Tony studied me carefully, like he was waiting for me to laugh, to backtrack, to say I was joking. But I didn’t. I let him see how serious I was.
“Please.I want to learn how to protect myself.”
Something shifted in his expression.
He didn’t answer right away, and I could tell he was weighing it, trying to decide whether it was worth the inevitable fallout.
Slowly, he nodded once. “Alright.”
I let out a small breath of relief. “Thanks.”
“But it’s only between you and me. No one else can know.”
“Duh, genius,” I laughed, pushing off his bike. “Trevor and Francesca would have both our heads on a stick. I doubt Gìo would give a shit, though.”
He laughed too, shaking his head. “Alright, alright.”
PART 3
BACK TO PRESENT
Chapter 13
Present
24 years old