Page 16 of Raziel
Raziel.
He stood in the doorway in a black tee and slacks, arms tense, jaw tight, eyes locked on me like he was ready to put a bullet in somebody—and I had a strong feeling it might be me.
I groaned under my breath. “Why are you everywhere?”
First his club. Now here.
I’d been back to avoiding him, which meant avoiding my sister, too—because him and Priest were thick as thieves these days, and Priest never let Miyori out of his sight.
He didn’t answer.
Didn’t need to.
He crossed the room in three long strides, grabbed me by the wrist, and yanked me toward him.
“Yo, chill, man—” Tray started.
I heard Cedrick say, “Nah, man. Let that go.”
Nobody said shit after that.
“Hey—hey!” I stumbled, heels slipping on the concrete. “Chill the fuck out.”
He didn’t.
Before he pushed through the exit, he turned to the room.
“I don’t want to see any of you with her again. Understand me?”
Like his words were law, he didn’t wait for a reply.
He dragged me past the girls bagging dope, past the music, toward a side office.
I didn’t resist—not because I was scared, but because I didn’t want him to embarrass mefor realin front of all those people.
He shoved me inside. The door slammed shut.
It was quiet in there. Too quiet. I felt like I had to fill the silence.
Raziel had his back turned, breathing hard.
I stepped toward him.
“Why you always so mad at me?” I asked, soft. “You ain’t tired of being mean?”
He didn’t answer.
I slipped my arms around his waist from behind, pressing my chest against his back. He was warm. Solid.
But his whole body was tense.
“We could make out again,” I whispered, letting my hand trail down to his belt.
His jaw ticked.
I kissed the back of his neck, then the spot just below his ear.
“No blood this time.”
