“Look, I… we got off on the wrong foot here. I’m pretty sure neither of us is who the other is thinking we are.”
“I don’t hear a fucking explanation.”
“Maybe take the gun out of my back and we can talk like civilized people.”
“Honey, you’re getting on my last nerve.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t realize being held at gunpoint makes people unreasonable.”
Jesus Christ. I glance down at the bag off to the side. It’s open and some things inside spilled out when I collided with her. Are they… spray cans and a torch?
“You’re going to graffiti this fucking church?”
I take the gun away, but keep a hand in the center of her back so she can’t move, slipping it back into my holster.
“No,” she grunts. “I told you, my cousin works here.”
Tugging her hoodie, I twist her around so she is facing me again. Immediately she checks my hands and sees the gun is gone. Her body relaxes, but her shoulders are still back and she looks like she is one wrong move on my part from kicking me in the balls.
“Then what the fuck is this?” I indicate the bag.
“That’s my supplies.”
“God damn it, woman, just tell me who you are and why you’re sneaking around in the middle of the night.”
“You could do the same.”
I’ve never met a more infuriating woman in my entire life. “You don’t know how to answer a simple fucking question, do you?”
“Neither do you,” she scoffs.
Then she folds her arms, and my eyes lower to where the movement has pushed her tits together. Luckily, I’m far enough out of reach for her to hit or kick me, and she doesn’t try, which is surprising.
“Look, whatever the fuck it is you thought you were about to do to this church, it’s not happening. And this is not the right place for you to be sneaking around in the dark. So do yourself a favor and get out of here, go back to wherever you came from, take your paint cans and your attitude and stay the fuck away from this neighborhood.”
“Are you gonna make me?” She cocks her head.
If I’m not mistaken, there is a fucking glint of amusement in her eyes. She is enjoying this?
“Yeah, if I have to,” I lean on the last two words, saying them quietly but in a tone that most of my brothers know it’s time to quit messing around.
Her eyes flick back and forth on mine, and for the first time, with the dim light of early morning starting, I can see it’s not a trick of the darkness and shadows, her irises are steel gray. She has some dark blue glittery shit on her eyelids but no other make-up. Not that she needs it.
“What’s it gonna be,” I fold my arms too and we stare at each other. Neither one of us is about to back down.
“When you two have finished comparing dicks, or vaginas, I’m not sure who has what…”
We both jolt at the voice, but where my little villain’s eyes go to my sister’s, I keep mine locked on her. I’m used to Raven’s sarcastic drawl, but I’m not all that happy she crept up on me without me hearing a damn thing.
What is even more shocking, the woman who I’ve still not taken my eyes off, looks like she knows my sister.
“What are you doing here?”
“I tracked you when you didn't answer my calls,” Raven says, walking towards us. I spare her a sarcastic glare.
“Raven? You know this guy?” The woman asks.
“Unfortunately,” she gives her a sweet smile, then turns it on me. “Kinsley, this is my brother. River.”
