My eyes slowly dragged to Rayzor who watched Erin’s rant.
He grabbed my hand.
“You did this for me?”
I thumbed his bruise.
“Hell yeah. I’ll do that shit again too. Behind you, it’s up.”
“I can handle myself, though.”
“I know you can, and you’ve been doing that up until you met me. Now that’s on my back.”
The crowd grew loud behind us.
Rayzor turned around in time to see Phillip charging at him.
He caught him by the throat.
I yelped as my heart thumped.
Phillip was no match for Rayzor.
“Rayzor, no.” I called out.
He glanced back at me.
The wind got quiet.
“I’m gon’ let you live, nigga. But let me say this shit once. That’s my fuckin’ family. That’s my son. You don’t look their way. Matter fact, keep doing what you’ve been doing, stay gone. Ain’ gotta say shit else, right?”
Phillip’s eyes bulged out of his head. He looked like a toy. I wasn’t scared for him; I feared Rayzor getting in trouble.
I walked up, placing my hand on his arm.
“Let him go, baby. It’s not worth it.” I kissed his cheek.
He dropped him. His body sent a loud thud against the ground.
The crowd laughed.
His girlfriend ran over to him. He couldn’t even look her in the eyes. His head hung low; embarrassed and he was out of breath.
“Y’all ready?” Rayzor asked like he didn’t cause havoc.
“Yeah,” I responded.
“Let’s go.” He grabbed my hand, barely looking back at the chaos he caused as we walked through the crowd to my car.
“Who’s Naya?”
He stopped walking, tension in his jaw.
“You ready to ride with me, lil’ man?” he ignored me, grabbing Levi’s car seat from my car.
Erin had already hopped inside his truck, front seat ready.
I stood back, watching him load the car seat, then put Levi inside. When he closed the door, I grabbed his arm.
