“Brother, I saw you do it with my own eyes,” A shot back.
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“Did not!”
“I did!”
Christ.
To move this along, and stop the back and forth, Jag wadedin.“What’d he take this time?”
A turned her gaze to him.
“Game controller bundle.Never been used.It’s worth twohundred bucks,” she shared.
Keeping a hold on the kid, Jag jostled the backpack.
“That bundle in here, kid?”he asked.
“You shouldn’t be touching me, and you can’t search me,” Malsniped.“Let me go and fuck off.”
“Language, bro,” Jag replied.
“Fuck you,bro,” Mal returned.Jag sighed andturned his attention back to A as Mal lost it and shouted, “Let me go!”
Jag again looked down at the kid, saw his grip had loosenedon his straps, and said, “Sure,” let his shirt go but did it stripping him ofhis backpack.
“Hey!” he cried, whirling and jumping on Jag asJagger held it high and out of the kid’s reach.
Jagger ignored him and asked A, “You want me to look in itor you want it?”
“Give me my pack!You can’t take my pack!You can’tsearch my pack!” the kid shrieked, still jumping on Jag.
“Everything cool here?”
Jagger turned and saw the movers were now in the mix.
“Yeah.It’s cool.This kid stole a game controller from mygirl here,” he told them, jerking his head to A.
The movers looked from Jagger, who was in jeans, a blacktee, and a motorcycle club cut, to A, who was wearing a T-shirt withTheBlobmovie poster on it, a high-waisted corduroy miniskirt, white anklesocks and Doc Marten Mary Janes.
The movers visibly relaxed.
Then again, Jag was the kind of guy who made a lot of mentense.
And A was the kind of woman who undoubtedly made a lot ofmen relax.
She looked like a seriously toned-down Harley Quinn, butstill with that grown-up schoolgirl vibe that was cool as hell and hot AF.
“We have this covered, it’s all good.Unless…should we askthem to call the cops, J?”A asked, and he knew with how she did it, she had nointention of phoning the police.
The kid didn’t read that.
“No!” Mal shouted, stepping away from Jagger,shaking his head.“No cops.”
A leveled her eyes on him.“Mal, this isn’t candy.Thisisn’t stickers.This isn’t a Lionel Richie koozie.”
