Page 19 of Deuce

“Fuck it’s hot out here,” Shar complained.

She tossed her phone on the table and pulled off her shirt leaving her in this cute pink bralette top that showed off her perfect C-cups. Whistles went up around us.

“Nigga, not even in your dreams,” Shar said, flipping that thirty-two inch bust down over her shoulder.

“I’m just saying, lil’ mama. You bad as fuck witcho’ thick ass. You and your friend.”

“This is my girlfriend.” She leaned over and cupped my chin before kissing me softly on the lips.

“Oh it’s like that? Shit, I’d love to be a fly in the wall in that bedroom.”

“We swat flies,” Shar said, waving her hand. “Shoo, shoo. Goodbye.”

I laughed at her antics. “Girl, please don’t give these niggas a reason to act up.”

“Ain’t nobody worried about him. I have a gun, I have a bullets and if he wants one, he can have it.”

I rolled my eyes. Just then, our number was called. Shar got up and went to go grab the food. Just as she left the table, a loud rumbling car came around the corner and pulled to a stop out front. When I looked up, I realize that it was the same car I saw Deuce pull off in this morning. That bitch was clean.

The doors open, and he stepped out along with another guy who looked similar to him. I assumed that it was his brother or cousin. They dapped a few of the guys that were standing out front. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him and he must’ve felt it because he looked over at me. A smirk spread across his face as he and the guy with him walked over to my table.

“Well, well, well. Ms. Navarro. We meet again.”

“Are you following me? First, you show up at my house and now you’re here. It can’t just be a coincidence.”

“You seem to be a very suspicious person, Ms. Navarro.”

I frowned. “I’m only suspicious ofyouright now.”

“Not that I owe you an explanation… I have business to attend to over here. We got hungry.”

“And you couldn’t find anywhere else to eat?”

“Damn, bruh,” said the man with him. “She clocking you like this is her hood.”

I frowned at him too. “I’m sorry, you are?”

“Mace.”

“Well, Mace, this is my hood. I’ve been here my entire life. Not once have I ever seen either of you around here.”

Deuce chuckled. “Everybody ain’t mean to be seen, baby. Real niggas move in silence. You don’t need to see me to feel me.”

The way he said that sent chills up my spine. All I could do was stare at him as he stared at me. The full gold grill in his mouth glistened in the sun. I wondered what his teeth looked like without them. Some niggas took their grills out, and their teeth were all fucked up. He seemed like he might have a nice smile.

“Huh uh! Don’t come over here scaring my girl, now,” Shar said as she came back with our food.

Deuce raised his palms. “No threat intended, Sharina.”

“How do you know my name?”

“See what the fuck I mean, girl?” I said. “He just throws around information like it’s his business.”

He grinned. “What ain’t my business, I make my business, baby.”

“Yeah, well I don’t like that shit.”

He stepped close to the table and rested his palms on top of it. My eyes involuntarily trailed him from his handsome face to the tattoos covering his arms, to the veins protruding from them. It was something about veins in a man’s arms. He had me looking at him like who the fuck is he and why he ain’t in my drawls yet.

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