Page 78 of Moros

“I know he’s a good man. If he wasn’t Nitro would have castrated him already.”

“Gruesome, but true.” Bailey giggled. “I am a lucky girl. So—what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Some lucky woman hasn’t scooped you up yet?” She wanted to know. “Nitro is single.”

He scoffed.

“No thank you. I enjoy having my male appendage still attached to my body, thank you very much.” He paused to rip off a piece of his fish, inspected it—I figured for the tiny bones—then popped it into his mouth. “There was someone I met recently. I thought—shit, I don’t know what I thought. Turns out she didn’t have my back as I thought she did.”

“What?”

“The moment she got here it was as if—I know she’s going through some things. I was trying to give her space.” His voice faltered. “I was trying to give her space because I know I can be a bit much. But it turns out her issue wasn’t space.”

“Well?”

“Well what?”

Bailey cocked her head to the side. “What was it then?”

Khadri pointed to his face.

“Damn.” Bailey’s voice cracked. “I’m sorry, little brother.”

“And she started dating someone else.” Khadri added.

My soul hurt.

She then reached a cross to rest a hand on top of his.

“It’s her loss.” Bailey explained. “A woman who can’t look pass the physical and see you, doesn’t deserve you. And if anyone tells you that you’re not a good-looking man needs to get their eyes checked.”

“You’re my friend.” Khadri laughed. “You have to say that.”

“You know better.”

“I’ve never been a vain man, right?”

“Right.” Bailey replied.

“But knowing she things I’m ugly hurts—and I don’t even know why.”

“I get it.” Bailey nodded. “But I don’t want you to close yourself off anymore. You’ve been doing that since Melanie and enough. A woman who is worthy of you don’t care about any of this superficial shit.”

“In a perfect world?—”

“No. In this world. A woman who’s worthy of you, who deserves you could give two shits about some scar.” Bailey stressed. “It’s not who you are. Some women will find it dangerous and very sexy. They will understand it came from being a man and standing up for what you truly believe in. So, here are your choices.”

Khadri grunted, but rested his chin in his palm and lifted the elbow to the table.

“Okay, Mommy, give me my choices.”

I blushed.

“You can either willing and on purpose put yourself out there.” Bailey counted off on her fingers with perfectly pedicure nails. “Or, I can set you up—maybe not with Nitro but I have tons of beautiful German girls who would do some sketchy things for a man like you.”

Khadri shook his head while laughing.

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