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Bria stood behind Santana with her arms around his waist, her head laying on his back as he talked to some of the men he knew in the neighborhood. She was starting to hate being 'outside'. She just liked to shop and cuddle with her boyfriends now.
Speaking of, that's all she seemed to do lately. She'd been with Santana for the last few days, either at the mall or at his house watching movies together and smoking. They'd been on two dates during the three days she'd been with him, and were supposed to be on one right now but Santana stopped by a block party over an hour ago and they were still here.
"Nigga that's six, gimme that shit." He picked up a handful of cash after rolling a set of dice, taking a diamond watch that was on the betting ground as well.
"Here mama." Santana held it over his shoulder for her to grab, ignoring his friends complaints of him rolling a win for the third time.
"Tana it's time to go. Look." Bria gestured with her head towards two men who seemed to really be upset behind his third win, probably assuming that he was cheating.
"Y'all niggas good or what?" He pulled his cargo pants up, and Bria groaned in annoyance as he pushed her further behind him.
"Nigga that's almost thirteen thousand gone 'cause you steady cheatin'." One of the men pulled a gun from his waist, approaching Santana.
"Tana don't do it please. Let's go home." Bria pleaded with him, not wanting him to cause a shootout to erupt through the party because she knew he was down for it.
He glanced behind her to see her small frown before turning his head like it was on a swivel to analyze his surroundings. Then he looked down at the gun the man was holding, feeling his own mood quickly change from his prior playful one.
Santana put his hand down on his wrist that held the gun, head butting him to momentarily knock him out in order to get the gun. Once he had it he used the same gun to thrust across his face, watching the man go limp on the ground.
It happened so fast, it seemed like all Bria had done was blink before the man was knocked completely unconscious.
"You a stupid motherfucker to play with me while my girl right here. I'ma get up with you. Yo, get him out of here." Santana gestured with the gun again before tossing it on the ground.
Bria watched as somebody handled Santana's request, but didn't get to watch for long once Santana guided her away from the crowd who became a bit rowdy in result of his actions.
She remained quiet as she held his hand, letting him lead the way back to his car. It took them less than a minute or so to get there, and Santana gazed around at his environment once more while helping Bria inside.
When she was in, she watched him hold off on doing the same to make a phone call outside of the car. She figured he was probably getting that man with the gun handled, as promised.
