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"So she says she's going to expose us, and now you're all protecting her?"
His tone is venomous, filled with spite and distaste. For a fleeting moment you look behind you, at the others, their expressions. What the stranger is saying, is right.
You had threatened to expose them in a bout of anger and confusion, why were they protecting you? Oh right, they weren't up there with you.
But he was.
"She's with us now, she was just scared. You can't hurt her." Bills tone is unwavering, strong. It's opposite of the nervous voice he'd greeted you with upon first meeting, still a young 22 year old, shy around girls; but still confident enough to where you knew he acknowledged his good looks.
Buzz cut chuckles, undoubtedly exposing the teeth behind his chapped lips. "As if you'd let me hurt her. I'm not gonna harm your little crush. I just want her to know that she's not ever going to be welcome on my terms."
Little crush?
The stranger pushes past the group of men who had formed a protection circle around you, scoffing and rolling his eyes as he nonchalantly strolls to the kitchen.
His casual yet bitchy attitude is enough to let the others know he's letting down his guard, only being angry for enough time to prove his point. And his point has been taken. You can't fight the wave of sickness you feel.
The men slowly disperse, Bills figure turning until he's looking down upon you, worry laced in his gaze. You nod with a small, unconvincing smile, as he rubs up and down your arms with his warm, comforting hands.
"Emmet has a bit of a temper problem, we won't let him hurt you, love."
The rich voice belonging to Ekon, calms your quells temporarily, the rough pad of his thumb making contact with your cheek as he tosses Bill a silent look of determination.
It's odd, learning how soft some of these men are. They're in a gang, yet they're treating you as if they've known you for years, instead of just an hour.
Either way, their kindness and gratitude isn't taken for granted.
Ekon flashes you a small, friendly grin before walking away, and Bill looks back down at you with an almost scary look of seriousness in his eyes.
"Do you want to go get some stuff from your apartment? So you can get out of here for a little bit?"
His hands squeeze your small biceps gently as your expression grows joyful, disbelief flooding your senses. "Is that even...allowed?"
