“Understood.”
Danger eyes drifted toward the television, but the mention of natural hairstyles stuck with him. He wondered if she did locs. He was real particular about his hair, but depression had hit him hard. The only reason he finally got a taper and line-up was because his mama had gotten tired of looking at him and preached his ass into cleaning himself up.
“What you do besides stare and ride bikes?”
“I handle business.”
“What kind of business?”
“Terrorize,” he answered with a glint of mischief in his hooded gaze.
Caresha wasn’t surprised by his words. She had heard the whispers about the Knights around the Hills long before she and Nivéa had ever laid eyes on them. Still, she kept the conversation going.
“Mm. One of them, huh?”
“Nah, it’s only one of me, ma.”
Silence settled between them, but it wasn’t awkward. It was an assessment. She observed him closely while he studied her in return. The attraction was electrifying.
“You beautiful.” Danger broke the silence, boldly running a hand over her soft baby hair. To him, they looked good with her braids.
“Thank you.”
“You gon’ let me get your number?”
“For what, so you can terrorize me too?” Caresha asked, talking shit to hide how flustered she felt from his touch.
“Yes ma’am.” Danger didn’t miss a beat, licking his lips as he looked her up and down. Her flawless dark skin was driving him crazy.
Caresha’s head jerked in surprise at his blunt admission. She hadn’t expected such honesty. It turned her on even more than the golds in his mouth…more than his touch to her face.
“But I promise in a good way.” Danger quickly added.
Then she smiled. Needless to say, by the end of her visit, Caresha found herself coming off that number.
Chapter Two
With his hands tucked in his pockets, Crown stood in the garage, watching Danger load up his bike.
“Where you headed to, bro?” He asked, breaking the quiet.
“Mama’s crib,” Danger replied, his tone salty.
Without Lil Mo around, his days felt long and drawn out, especially when there was no work to put in for the club. He was bored out of his fucking mind, running back and forth between Crown and Kerri’s places.
“Stop by the clubhouse first. Remind them niggas we got a meeting, and they need to be on point in case shit ain’t what it seems.”
“I told you, we ain’t got shit to worry about. Jah ain’t on no snake shit. He runs his shit much like you. Good niggauntil provoked.”
“I hear you.” Crown said, but his reservations lingered.
He hated change for good reasons. It came with the need to get to know a person, ensuring they weren’t feds undercover or, worse, snakes trying to set niggas up to take the product and money. Crown always kept his guard up, staying ten steps ahead.
And Danger knew it. “I’mma stop and let ‘em know, bro. Chill.” He assured him.
Crown nodded, shifting gears. “On another note, whatever you call yourself doing with Caresha, do it right and come correct, nigga.”
Danger chuckled. “Since when you in a nigga’s business, bro?”
