Her brows dipped as if she was trying to remember something, but she shook her head and focused back on the conversation. “They were nice. I wish I had more time to talk to them.”
Relief filled Haze. “You tryna be around my family?”
His shit eating grin caused her to roll her eyes.
“I didn’t even mean it like that. I’m just a girl’s girl, and I can tell they are too.” She brushed him off.
“Yeah, aight. Let me find out you tryna gain a cousin and sister-in-law,” he joked.
She elbowed him. “You’re always talking so crazy.”
“Why’s it crazy?”
She looked down at the ground. “Because you don’t even know me. How can you talk about marriage and stuff if you don’t even know if we’re compatible?”
“Because I know God sent me to you,” he replied with a shrug. It was that simple to him.
Before she could open her mouth to respond, the sound of engines permeated the air. Cheers sounded around them as Gideon and Dame flew down the street and came to a stop in front of the compound.
Gideon won by a few feet, and Haze whooped as he looked over at Rolla, one of the club members. “You owe me three stacks, nigga!”
Rolla grinned and waved him off. Haze laughed and picked Devyn up and kissed her. “I told you. You my good luck charm.”
She giggled. “Boy, put me down.”
“Never.”
“Aye, Haze, we got a situation.” Gideon’s voice thundered through the crowd.
With Devyn still in his arms, Haze turned to look at Gideon. The smile had fallen off Haze’s face when he saw how serious his best friend looked.
“What’s wrong?”
“Blue Boyz. They were waiting on us just outside our security zone. Our men are on their tail, but I feel like it might be a trap. I think we need to ride out.”
Haze shook his head in irritation. He was tired of this bullshit, and one glance at Devyn’s worried face made rage boil just underneath the surface. With resolve, he carried Devyn through the crowd and placed her on her feet right outside her car.
“Unlock the door, love.” He wanted to treat this situation delicately so she didn’t run.
“What’s going on?” she asked with fear lacing her voice.
“Just a little situation. I need you to go home. I’ma have a couple of my niggas follow you to make sure you get home alright. Okay?”
“Haze—”
“Baby, I just need an okay from you right now.”
Devyn looked at him for a second longer, like she had something she wanted to say, but she unlocked her car and got in.
“Just be safe,” she muttered.
Haze leaned in and kissed her before he called out to a couple of club members. “Dame, Trilla, follow my girl home and make sure she’s good. Everyone else, ride out.”
Haze closed her door and tapped on the window. She rolled it down, and he looked into her eyes intently. “Everything’s cool, aight? Go home and get some rest. I’ll call you later.”
She nodded, and that was all the confirmation he needed to get his mind focused.
Haze ran over to his bike, turned the engine over, put his helmet on, and took off down the street. He allowed Gideon to lead the way since he knew where the Blue Boyz were last spotted.
