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"Who the fuck are you?" The one on the right asks.
"My name is Elena Sincere. Does the ring a bell?"
The one with the crown tattoo yells, "Yo, Maxim!"
The front door swings open. Freestyle music I Wonder If I Take You Home by Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam is blaring from inside the house. "What?" Maxim’s gaze lands on me. "What the f…"
"Who is it, Maxim?" A girl wearing a cropped top and khakis asks in the doorway with her hand on his shoulder.
Maxim gives me a once-over and tells her, "Go sit inside with Angel. I have company."
She gives me a dirty look. I'm used to getting dirty looks from girls all the time, hanging out with my brother and the guys.
The 'baby hairs' near her hairline gelled, her face full of makeup with dark eyeliner. My mom and Aunt Lucy taught me how to do my hair like that. She said she used Aqua Net hairspray because it was affordable and was the best. Alina and Xena’s mom Katalia can attest to it.
The women Maxim and the Hillside Kings prefer have the same distinctive look. Khaki pants, white top, gold hoop earrings, and Nike sneakers.
Compared to her, she must think I live in Malibu, California, with my designer wedges and jeans.
"I know you're not deaf. Go keep Angel company for a while," I tell her. She looks up at Maxim, not sure if she should tell me to fuck off.
Her face falls when he gestures for her to go inside. She walks inside reluctantly and shuts the door.
"At least she knows when to listen," I smirk.
"I've been waiting for you to show teeth. It's a better look on you,Princessa," Maxim says.
"Don't call me that."
"Are you always this rude when a man compliments you?" He nods at his boys. "Put your guns down, ese. You're lucky you're still breathing."
They lower their guns. "NoManches!The one in the middle slides his gaze over me. ''What is she going to do?"
The middle boy is cute in a bad-boy way. But I hate he thinks I'm harmless and that he doesn't recognize my name.
Maxim knows little about me personally since I started high school. When I was twelve, he was graduating high school. It's not like we had playdates growing up. We never hung out. He's six years older than me and always hung out with Marcus––Xena's uncle at her house. They were closer in age, so it made sense.
Maxim's gaze hardens, and I get a glimpse of the darkness he hides behind that playful smile of his. "It's not what she will do. It's what I will do if you so much as touch her. Don't you ever point a gun in her face," he warns.
"My bad, carnal," the middle guy says, putting the gun away.
"Damn,ese. We didn't know," the other two say in tandem.
Maxim lowers his gaze to the bag at my feet. "Where's your brother?"
I shrug. "I don't know. He could be racing with your brother, Niko, or Ezekiel. Or at a college party getting drunk with a bunch of girls from school."
"Sounds like fun," Maxim says, but the look in his eyes tells me he doesn't approve. Not because of the freedom and good time they must be having but because I'm here to deliver the money instead the guys.
"Yeah, it sucks that I missed it," I reply sarcastically. I bend, grab the bag by the handle, and step forward.
His hand shoots out with his palm facing up. "Whoa, whoa." He snorts. "Where do you think you are going?"
I quirk a brow. "Inside. We have work to do."
"No Manches! Is she out of her mind?"
"You three go on inside," Maxim tells them, dropping his hand.
