guardian ➸ trevante rhodes

two

^ he looks like a cute teddy bear. 🤗💓

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I ain't gonna let anyone hurt you, mamas.

"So when you gonna tell me where you actually live?" I asked her, facing towards her. I had just gotten out of the shower and ready to head to bed. We were in the same seats where we shared dinner together.

She stared back at me and then looked down, her dreads falling down covering her face. I realized she really was homeless, I only guessed it since she never told me where she lived. Maybe she still didn't trust me, but how could she not when I already told her so much about me? But then again I was keeping a huge secret from her.

She shuffled in her seat and stood up. I sighed and tapped my fingers on the table and then decided to follow her. I went into my bedroom and saw her laying in my bed facing the wall. I sat next to her near where her knees bent, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

"Can you tell me, please? You know a lot about me already and I barely know things about you. I promise you can ask me the most deepest questions you want, I'll answer truthfully," I said and placed my hand on her bare calf. I notice her body tense, so I quickly removed my hand.

She sighed and then turned around to face me, sitting up. She sat up against the wall crossing her legs, "Why did you save me that night?"

I shrugged, "It would've been wrong if I didn't, plus Q makes me mad as hell. That man always in this part of the town, and I always tell him to stay away from it but he always manages to show up here."

I knew she didn't live down that street she said she did, because no one would ever mess with someone else that lived on the same block. And the fact that our whole gang owns majority of this territory, we try to keep it safe but things do get out of hand sometimes. A lot of block disputes also happen, because everyone wants to have power and it just doesn't balance out right.

"Wait, so you're in charge of all this?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing. "You would've been the reason if I got raped or killed that night?"

"Technically, yeah, it would've been my fault but I'm not in charge of this all. I thought I already told you this? But, I'm slowly finding my way out of this, because I don't want to do this anymore. At first I did this to provide for my family but now they're dead or in jail, so it's like what's the point of doing it now? I'm honestly trying to become a chef for somewhere in downtown," I said. She nodded her head slowly. I was already slowly getting closer to getting out of this whole drug-dealing crap. Everyone had a meeting tonight at 1AM and that's where I'll be tell him that I'm quitting. I already know Omar isn't going to be happy about this since he'll have to appoint a new leader for my area.

"Do you take drugs?"

"No," I shook my head. I quit those once I saw how bad my brother would get when he was on them. Shit, scared me like crap.

"Who's Q, like who is he really?'

"He belongs at that rusted up stop sign I showed you earlier, he sells there and lives down there. He's one of the youngsters I'm in charge of, that dude will get me in some serious trouble in the future. He's hardheaded for sure. I kind of already told you everything about him earlier." I slid back on the bed and placed her legs in my lap. I leaned against the walls and stared at her, waiting for her next question. My hands rested on her smooth calves.

"Who taught you how to cook?" She mumbled.

I smirked, "You liked it, right?" She laughed and shook her head. "Yes you did, but nah, I was self-taught. Had to learn everything by myself and like I would have to adjust everything, it used to take me like five hours to make that pasta I made last night. Been cooking since I was eleven."