“Why do you look like you’ve just been in a fight?” Darius smirks.
“Cause we have,” Warren tells him. “Got into it with the fuckin’ Hog fuckers, came straight here.”
“Our crew came across them this morning. Fought till the police arrived. Joey got himself arrested but made bail an hour ago,” Jermaine tells us.
Darius sits forward. “I’ve got a few of my boys out looking too, one says they saw a couple of them riding out of the city.”
“You think they’re not staying in the city?” I ask.
“It would make sense. We’ve been looking for weeks. Usually you can’t do shit in this city without everyone knowing about it.”
I want these assholes found, taken care of, and out of our lives, I’m so fucking bored, it physically hurts.
I down my beer and across the yard, under the string lights is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Silver wavy hair falls to just below her shoulders, her eyes rimmed black with makeup, but it doesn’t take anything away from the brightest green eyes in history.
Gold necklaces, various pendants, hang around her slender neck. Her fingers covered in sparkling gold and diamond rings. A twinkle above her bellybutton, another piercing. The body of a Goddess never seen on planet earth. I can’t look away, not even to see who she is talking to. I couldn’t give a crap. I want to hear what her voice sounds like. I bet she sounds like angels singing.
I find myself standing, ignoring my brother when he asks where I’m going. The silver beauty walks away from the guys she was talking with and stops by a cooler. I follow and join her, grabbing another beer for myself.
“I’m Max.”
She rakes her gaze up and down the length of my body and arches her brow.
“Hey, Max.”
Her voice, just like thought it would be, sounds like musical angels.
“Do you have a name?”
“Of course I do.” She laughs.
She throws me off. “Am I not allowed to know it?”
“I don’t give out such details to just anyone. Didn’t your momma teach you not to talk to strangers?”
“My mom tried teaching me a lot, I never listened.”
“Most sons don’t,” she mutters.
“So? Are you gonna tell me your name?”
In answer, she turns and walks off. Instead of humiliation, I grin. She’s fucking perfect.
Making my way back to the decking area, I ask Darius, “Who’s the woman with silver hair?”
He and Jermaine both laugh.
“What? What’s so fuckin’ funny?”
Warren watches on, staying quiet.
“That would be Ruby. Unfortunately for you, she’s off limits.”
“Why?”
“She’s Joey’s cousin. He’s made it violently clear she can be spoken to, but nothing else,” Darius tells me.
“Which one is Joey?”
