Five years after a betrayal that tore their world apart, Dime and Trevon's paths cross in unexpected ways. As attraction blooms in the shadows of their complicated past, they must face secrets that could change everything. In a world where trust is...
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Dime leaned against the apartment window, staring at the gray Detroit skyline. She traced the edge of the window with her thumb, itching to call someone—anyone—for help. But Trevon's warning echoed in her mind. "You wanna die? 'Cause that's what gon' happen if you don't listen to me."
Across the room, Trevon lounged on the worn couch, scrolling through his phone like he hadn't just turned her world upside down. Every now and then, his eyes flicked to her, a knowing smirk playing at his lips.
"You gon' burn a hole in that window if you keep staring like that," he said, his voice light but sharp.
Dime whipped her head around, scowling. "You act like this is funny, Trevon. My mama's in the hospital, my house just got shot up, and you got me trapped here like I'm some hostage."
Trevon leaned back, resting his arms across the couch. "Hostage? C'mon, Toya. Ain't nobody got you tied up."
Dime's eyes narrowed. "Stop calling me that. And don't act like I'm here by choice. You're keeping me from my life, my job—"
"I'm keeping you alive," Trevon interrupted, his tone darkening. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "You really think you safe out there? After what happened to your mom's crib? You think that was random?"
Dime folded her arms, but her voice faltered. "I don't know what to think, Trevon. All I know is my brother left us years ago, and now, suddenly, we're dodging bullets like we in some damn movie. What the fuck is really going on?"
Trevon stood, pacing the small room, his jaw tight. "I told you. Trey's in some deep shit. He crossed the wrong people, and now they coming for his family aka yall."
"But why now? Why after all these years?"
Trevon stopped, his back to her. "Streets don't got no expiration date for a get back , I just need your help reaching him before they do" he said, his voice low.
The air in the room thickened as the weight of his words sank in.
Dime's breath hitched. "...I wish I knew Trevon...maybe Florida, he used to go there on school breaks with his dad"
Trevon turned slowly, his expression unreadable. "Reach out to whoever you know out there that could help us find him, fast."
Dime shook her head, backing away. "I don't know anything about his life or family down there. And even if I did, why do you care so much? You keep giving me little details but won't tell me what got Trey involved in all this bullshit, whats so deep that he would abandon his son, and have his mother house shot up?"
For the first time, Trevon's mask slipped. His jaw clenched, and his eyes flashed with something raw—anger, regret, guilt—it was hard to tell.
"I ain't gotta explain shit to you," he said, his voice tight. "But understand this: yo ass better stay close to me or you won't have a life to look forward to."
