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"This place is....amazing." you can't help but to gawk, staring at the array of lavish furniture in the open living room and the freshly polished marble countertop in the quite monochromatic kitchen.
He chuckles, adjusting his grip on your thighs as he walks through the open house. There's no way in hell you'd ever expected something like this to be ten feet underneath the sad excuse for a bar above you, ever.
"Well, it'd be kinda pointless if we lived in a shitty place. What we do has...some benefits."
You can tell he doesn't like talking the subject of his work, and you don't either, so you don't push on.
Besides, a new voice filling the room drags both of your attention away from whatever conversation you were going to have.
"I think Xander stabbed himself in the foot by accident again, do you have any...."
The males cappuccino colored eyes go wide as he registers the sight in front of him, the sight being a strange girl on his gang mates back, in the middle of their home.
You tense around Bills figure, and he's quick to introduce the two of you as to avoid any awkwardness or confrontation.
"This is Y/n, y/n this is Ekon."
You hadn't even thought about the others, the people he's associated with, the rest of the nightcrawlers. Normally you'd be filled with trepidation and hesitance when even thinking about living with a house that has more men than women, but with Bill by your side, the fear stays burrowed.
"Like the rapper?"
Ekon stifles a laugh, while Bill let's one bubble from his chest, loudly and clearly amused.
The brown eyed man cracks a smile, one that is undoubtedly dazzling and adds to the charm that drips off of him like honey. He's gorgeous, for sure.
"Sure, like the rapper, just spelled differently. And, pardon me if this sounds offensive but, why is she here?" He points to you, shying his gaze away to lock eyes with Bill.
Your best friend sighs, and you wish you could somehow discreetly touch him and calm the quells that make it difficult for him to talk.
Ekon seems to catch on quickly, his animated gaze turning to ons of what can only be described as anger and unsettlement.
"He made her...? Join? As in...?" He sounds dumbfounded, and you start to feel fear gather in the pit of your stomach, but you don't let it show. You're guessing this hasn't happened many times before.
"She's my best friend, and that still didn't matter to him."
You cough, hopping off of your best friends large frame and opting to stand beside him, giving his broad back a rub as you speak.
