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I can’t say I don’t understand the feelings. I’ve caught women ogling him all day. Those well-fitting jeans show off his firm ass and thick thighs.
His black T-shirt is tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination. Every muscle, every ab screams,Look at me. They have all been looking while drooling.
“Yo, yo, shortie, hold on,” a guy calls out as I go to skate after my little brother.
“Nah, you good,” Dylan booms as he moves up behind me and places his hands on my waist.
“Oh, that’s you, fam. My bad. She’s a baddie though, you might want to keep that close.”
I snort. “Excuse me?”
“No disrespect. You’re fine as fuck. If he don’t have no hands and he not toting that thing, he better keep you close for when his ass has to run for it,” the guy says and all his friends laugh around him.
“Bro, find something safe to do,” Dylan says.
“Like you gonna cause me problems? Please,” the guy scoffs.
“You’re looking at two sets of registered hands. We got plenty of problems to hand you,” I hiss.
“Son, look at her. I don’t think she’s capping,” one of the others says.
“What about me tells you I’m not holding? Don’t let these gentrified folks get your head blown off,” Dylan bites out. “I wouldn’t even waste my time knocking you the fuck out.”
“Y’all be acting like y’all ain’t never been outside. I told y’all fucking with the white boys out here ain’t it. Ace, you better shut your stupid ass up and let’s go,” one of the others says.
Another in the group speaks up. “I’m not getting caught out here after dark. The next train is coming. Let’s get to the station before we miss it.”
“Whatever, white boy don’t know what to do with none of that. Your loss, ma.”
I roll my eyes. We’ve been having way too much fun to allow this guy to get under our skin. I turn my face up to look at Dylan.
He still has his eyes on the guy and his friends as he holds me close to his front. His skateboard is between my legs as he has one foot on it. Without taking his eyes off them, he dips in and pecks my lips.
“Y’all get on back to Brooklyn safe. See you around.” Dylan winks at them.
“Yo, how you know?—”
“You never know who you’re talking to. I’m safe anywhere I go in my city. Can you say the same?”
“Fuck, I told you to leave them alone. I knew he looked familiar. You one of them O’Briens ain’t you. The one that fights and shit,” one of the others who’s been silent says with wide eyes.
“Tell your brother Dyl says what’s up. I’ll be by to collect my disrespect fee during the week.”
“Aw, man. This ain’t even my fault. Shit. I hate you, Darius. My brother is going to fuck me up,” the kid whines.
“Come on, man. I need to get home. I’m not looking for no smoke,” one of the others says, tugging at the one who tried to give his friend the warning.
They take off. Dylan finally turns his attention fully to me. I give him a smile, but his expression remains tight.
Moving to turn so I can face him, I place my hands under his black T-shirt and run them up his back. A gasp leaves my lips as I graze what feels like a gun.
I look up at him with wide eyes. I thought he was bluffing. I had no idea he had a gun on him. Dylan palms my ass and rolls me closer to him.
“I told you, you’re always safe with me.” He searches my face with his eyes. “Does that scare you?”
“No, I’m just surprised.”
He pecks my lips. “There is a lot you’re going to learn about me and my family. Your comfort level with being around guns should be pretty high. Do you think that’s something you can handle?”
