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She glares harder, not backing down. “Stop! He’s not going to fight back,” she says.
“He’ll touch you but not me. Who the fuck is this lame ass nigga?” I ask but look back at him. His bitch ass is struggling to get off the ground.
“Rebel, what the hell! I should call the cops,” he has the nerve to say.
My hand goes to my waist and I lift my shirt, giving the nigga a preview of my gun. “Before you find your fucking phone, I’ll have a hot one in yo’ dome. I would think twice about that shit if I were you,” I warn.
“Cameron. Just leave. I don’t know why you came here anyway.” Rebel sighs, then steps in front of me and places her hands on my chest. “It’s Ma’s wedding. For me, go back inside. I can handle him.”
“You do know I’m not going no fucking where, right?”
“Kassir, I got this,” she insists.
“Rebel, fall back. You ain’t been gone that long. You know who I am and how I get down, especially about you.” I look around her to him. He’s up now. My hand reaches around her waist possessively, then I pull her into me.
“Kassir,” she pleads in a lower tone.
“Only because her Ma is getting married, I’ll give you ten,” I tell him.
“Ten?” he questions, like an idiot.
“Ten minutes to leave. Just go, Cameron, before you get hurt,” Rebel advises him.
“He can’t just threaten me,” he says, sounding stupid as fuck.
“Trust. It’s not a threat,” I grit. “Nine, homeboy.” I’m not sure what ol’ boy is thinking but instead of getting the fuck on, he stares at me for a moment. “Seven, my nigga and I’m being generous as fuck. Any other event and yo?—”
Rebel looks up into my eyes then turns to him. “Cameron, he will kill you,” she assures him with so much seriousness in her tone.
“About her, I will every time. And ay, if I see you again, you won’t even have ten seconds,” I warn and he finally gets the fucking picture. He stumbles a little then actually takes off running. I just shake my damn head.
“Thank you,” she says.
“I won’t spare him again.”
“He’s not that type of man.”
“Clearly, which is why he shouldn’t put his fucking hands on you.”
“He wasn’t hurting me.”
“And?” I say and she shakes her head.
“Some things never change I see,” she says, then smirks.
“Never about you,” I tell her, then kiss her lips.
Chapter 8
Rebel
“I thought you had somewhere to be,” I tell Kassir.
“I do. Right here,” he says before kissing the arch of my foot.
“Stop!” I squeal while giggling. For some odd reason, I’m ticklish in the dumbest places, the bottom of my foot and my left hip, and he knows it. I’m laying on his bed and he’s kneeling between my legs with my left foot propped up on his shoulder. “Please, stop!” I warn when he kisses my arch again. I can’t stop my laughter even if I wanted to.
“I love your nerdy ass laugh.” He smirks before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on my bare belly.
