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“That was fast.”
I pull a cigarette from my pack and place it between my lips before offering him one as well. “He’s a whiny little bitch. Doesn’t do confrontation well, does he?”
Chuckling, he kicks a rock by his foot. “No. He just talks a lot of shit.”
“That’s what I’m worried about.” I take my keys out of my pocket. “Keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn’t try anything else.”
“Already planned on it,” he tells me. “But answer me this.”
“What?”
I swear, if he’s another one of those people who want to ask me a bunch of questions on my relationship status, I’m going to walk back to Trey and use him as a human punching bag.
“Does she know?”
My brows furrow. “Know what?”
He smirks, as if he has all the answers to all the world’s greatest questions. “That you’re in love with her.”
My eyes widen, and the concept alone has me sputtering on the smoke inside my lungs. I cough violently, and when I finally calm down, I look him straight in the eyes.
“You’ve got it all wrong, man.”
Now it’s his turn to look confused. “Well, from where I’m standing, that’s exactly what it looks like. You beat up her fake boyfriend—nice work by the way—and now, you were just protecting her honor with Big Mouth back there.”
I laugh darkly and shake my head. “No, I’m protecting what’s mine. Savannah’s heart isn’t what I’m after. It’s her demise.”
17
Savannah
I sit on my porch as I wait for Delaney. Shivering, I wrap my jacket tighter around me. Usually, Brady would already be out front, but he called this morning to tell me he came down with a stomach bug. I considered walking, until the temperature instantly made me shy away from the whole idea.
“If it isn’t Princess Savannah.” Trey’s irritating voice catches my attention. “What’s wrong? Your chariot never arrived to pick you up?”
I roll my eyes. “Ha. Ha. You’re just so witty.”
“Look at you, thinking you’re so much better than me. Newsflash, sweetheart, you live in the same shit neighborhood that I do.”
“What’s your point?”
He grins. “Well, the only difference between you and me is that everyone knows I’m poor. I don’t believe they know about you, though.?
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If he’s trying to get under my skin, it’s working. “What do you want?” I ask, grimacing at the way he looks me up and down. “Okay, gross. What are you, fifteen?”
“And all man, baby.”
I don’t know whether to laugh or vomit. “That’s never going to happen. I’ll ruin my own reputation before I let your grimy hands come anywhere near me.”
He looks defeated before changing his demands. “In that case, I want something else. Something to entice me to keep your little secret.”
“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
“Money. I think ten grand should be enough.”
“Ten thousand dollars?” I laugh dryly. “Look around, Trey. Does it look like I have that kind of money?”
