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May need help in the alley. Watch the door, give me 10.
I turned my attention back to Cassidy, lingering near the bar. She rubbed her upper arms, crossing them over her body.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said, pointing to the exit.
As Cassidy led the way out the side door, a gust of cold air enveloped me and created a sensation of icy waves that pinched at my exposed skin.
The dimly lit alleyway welcomed us with flickering lights, and the stench of trash. The noise of the bar faded away, replaced by the distant hum of traffic and the occasional bark of a dog. Although the overwhelming stink of cigarette smoke mixed with rotting food was hard to stomach, the cool air was a relief from the stifling heat of the bar.
I glanced at Cassidy, her long unclothed legs promised all sorts of sordid things for our night. I pulled her into my arms, trapping her between the wall and me. The sound of her breath quickened as I leaned in, my hands sliding down to her hips. The sensation of her soft skin against mine sent shivers down my spine.
“Wow,” she muttered, her heart rate audible as it grew rapidly. “You don’t waste any time, do you?” She licked her lips that curved into a sly smile. Her stare glinted with desire as theyroamed over my form. With each caress of her gaze, my skin prickled with anticipation.
She stared up at me through her lashes; I was looking into the eyes of a lion dressed as an innocent lamb.
I dragged her hand above her head, locking it in mine. Our lips brushed against each other as the door swung open. The fantasy of my night undoing the layers of this girl’s disguise were destroyed in an instant.
My hard-on immediately died as I looked up to see her ‘date’ standing in the doorway.
He smirked, his eyebrow with the scar lifted slightly. His nose scrunched up in disgust as he saw Cassidy curl behind me. The fear flashing across her features was the only justification I needed. But the scent of vanilla brought in by him wasn’t a deterrent, either. Nor was the lipstick stained on his lips and fingers.
“You lost, brother?” he said, stepping into the alleyway.
Two other men stepped out with him, their arms crossed and their shirts barely fitting them.
“Ah.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “No. But, you’re interrupting something here. So if you don’t mind…” I motioned to the door.
“And if I mind?” he asked, stepping closer to me.
I roamed my stare along his body, smirking. “I mean, if you wanna join, big boy.” I smiled, tucking my hands into my pocket. The cold metal of my knife brought a new found spark of desire. This was the distraction I needed tonight.
The man’s jaw ticked tighter; the tension in his shoulders increased. “Get inside, bitch. I’ll deal with you later.” He motioned to Cassidy, who tried to hide herself further behind me.
I glanced back at her. Her wide eyes screamed for help, and in the dim light, the tears forming on her water line glistened underneath the starlight of city lights.
“Why don’t you get out of here?” I mentioned, pushing her back.
A small squeak left her lips.
“They won’t be following you.” My eyes narrowed back onto her ‘date’.
Cassidy’s footsteps echoed down the alleyway, the sound of her heels mixing with the splashes of puddles from the recent rain. The scent of it still lingered in the air, the humidity growing as a new storm rolled in.
“What’s your name, man?” I asked, shifting my hands from my pocket and keeping the knife concealed.
“Your mom,” he said like the man-child he was.
“Doesn’t have that sexy ring to it, you know? I was hoping for something more brute-y for you, but I’ll be sure that the correct name is on your gravestone,” I muttered as I stepped back once. Distance was my friend when surprise was not. I unbuttoned the top two clasps of my button up, the tattoo of the spider staring back at me in red and black ink.
One of the men behind ‘Your Mom’ squirmed at the sight. Sometimes there was a benefit of being in the ‘reputable’ organization that ran these parts of the city.
“Quinton, let’s drop it,” the squirmy one said, still eyeing me suspiciously.
Quinton, aka ‘Your Mom,’ didn’t budge. His muscles tensed, the veins visible in his arms. As he swung his fist, I could smell the sweat on his skin.
I quickly stepped to the side, the rush of air caressing my cheek as his fist missed me by inches.
