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“What the fuck is that? I’ve never seen it around here,” he says in a demanding tone.
“Then don’t worry about it.” He pulls me away from the wall only to slam me back against it.
“Answer me,” he growls before pulling his gun with his free hand and pressing it to my temple. I smirk at him.
“It’s not from around here,” I tell him.
“Where are you from?”
“Chicago.”
“What the fuck are you doing here? Recruiting? Setting up? What?”
“I’m getting my brother settled in before I go back,” I tell him, keeping my tone calm and my eyes on his. He stares at me for a long second before lowering the gun and sliding it back into his jeans.
“I don’t like you being here.”
“I don’t care.”
“You should. I could make your stay very uncomfortable,” he warns me. I smirk at him. He thinks this is bothering me, but it isn’t. I’ve dealt with more shit from Rafe for far less.
“Then do your best. I’m not going anywhere until I feel like it.”
“You can’t be around here flashing that tatt.”
“I don’t flash it.”
“You just did.”
“Just to prove my point. I’m not stupid,” I remind him once more. He pulls his hand away from my neck, steps back, and that’s when I move. I lunge for him, slamming my fist into his face, causing him to stumble back. Then I leap. I’m on him as we both fall to the ground. I keep hitting while he keeps trying to grab my hands. I hear his friends laughing as the two of us go at it. The strange thing is, he doesn’t hit me back, not like Rafe.
“Hit me, you asshole!” I roar this time. He chuckles as I keep swinging until he rolls us and gets my hands and pins them above my head. We’re both breathing heavily as he hovers over me, his cock hard as a fucking rock pressing against me.
“You can fight.”
“I told you I wasn’t stupid.”
“I’ve never said you were.”
“Let me up,” I demand.
“No. I like you like this. Under me,” he says as he looks between my lips and my eyes. If he even tries to kiss me, I will bite his fucking lip off. He must see the look in my eye because he begins to laugh as he lowers his head. His lips are so close to my ear, I can feel the warmth of his breath.
“You keep challenging me in front of my crew, and we’re going to have an issue,” he tells me.
“Then don’t make me.”
“No one is making you do shit. You want to prove a point? I get it. You can fight. You’re not stupid. You know what’s up, Chula, but I promise you if you even think about challenging me in front of my crew again, I’ll show what a real reaper can do.” With that, he pushes off me and stands to his feet. He holds out his hand and offers to help me up, but I don’t take it. I stand on my own and brush myself off.
“Fuck you,” I hiss at him. He smiles as do the guys standing around watching us.
“Gladly. You want me to come up to your place?” I smile at him. I like him. He might be a dick, but he has an attitude to rival mine. I step into his space, running my hand down his chest as I smile at him.
“You couldn’t do the things I like.”
“Are you challenging me, Chula? I do love a challenge.”
“Not a challenge. Just an observation.” With that, I pull away from him and head back to the apartment to see what my mom is doing.
