StaR-CrosseD🔱 {Book 1}

Chapter six

"Stop it."

"What?"

"You know what." Rico said to his fuming friend.

"What nígga, Ian even doing nothing."

"Stop staring at that boy like you're about to take his damn head off."

"Get off my ass man!" Quincy hissed, and Rico raised his hands in surrender.

"Hey I'm just looking out for you." He studied his staring friend for a second, then added, "what's with you anyway?" Rico demanded. "I've never seen you this worked up over no nígga, or bitch for that matter. Especially Sebby's bougie ass."

Quincy shot him a look. "Watch yourself nígga. One of these days imma have to shove my boots in your big ass mouth."

Rico shrugged the threat off with a grin. "So, let me in on the secret, what's fancy pants got that the others don't?" Rico scratched the back of his head. "Couldn't be his ass, because he ain't got none."

"For the love of Christ nígga, shut the fuck up! Damn!"

Rico laughed harder. "I'm serious boy."

Quincy sighed and ignored his circus clown of a bestfriend and continued to watch Sebby. He had some nerve bringing that lame ass nígga in here.
Rico flicked his ear, and if it were anyone else they would've lost they hand. "You're still staring."

"I'm just keeping an eye on the situation because I think some shit is about to pop off, and I don't want no mess in here. That's all."

Rico scratched his chin. "Think so huh?

"Lover boy's been downing straight scotch since they got here."

"Maybe he can handle it, never underestimate them suit types."

Quincy huffed. "His soft ass can't handle nothing, especially since Sebby turned down his proposal...I think."

Rico did a double take, "You mean..."

"Yup. Watched the whole thing."

"Damn boy, you're whipped like a muthafucker." Rico said instead, whistling.

"Nah," Quincy lied. "Like I said, I smell trouble brewing and I ain't finna let no mess go down in my club."

"Want me to alert Ringo and have him on standby?"
Ringo was the bouncer and one of Quincy's day ones, who never spoke. They'd all gone to high school together and been on the same football team, but Quincy could count on one hand how many times he'd heard the man speak.

"Not yet."

"Wanna handle it yourself, huh?"

"Yep."

"Fine, have it your way." Rico said, turning and walking off.

It was in that moment that the commotion started. He first heard the screech of a chair, followed by the suit's slurred words, "sit your ass down." It was almost like something primal took over him as he saw that bitchass dude put his hand on Sebby, his nose flared, and his heartbeat sped up. The hair at the back of his head stood, he was filled with rage beyond description. Next thing he knew, he was shoving himself away from the bar and headed for their table. His vision became hazy as murderous rage filled his entire body, he'd never felt this much anger his entire life.

Quincy scanned the room, and noticed that the people within hearing distance had stopped what they were doing, as they watched the scene unfold.
He knew the exact moment when shit got truly crazy, he and Sebby's eyes met, immediately the boy started shaking his head. At this point Quincy was close enough to hear him say, "no no no, Quincy Stop! Please stop." Sebby begged, but he was beyond reason at that point, all he could think about was, 'that dirtbag put his hands on my man' and he wanted blood.

He vaguely heard the suit say, "oooh is this the drug dealer?" That was the last thing he heard before he swung on him. The first hit landed on his right eye, the second one of the side of his neck. Brody grabbed his face and staggered but didn't fall. Which somehow made Quincy angrier.

As he went for the third swing, Sebby yelled for him to stop, just as the smaller boy moved last second in-front Brody and Quincy's fist connected with Sebby's face instead.

Quincy tried to pull back, but his momentum was too strong and it was too late, it happened so fast. Even after the accident he didn't realize what happened, not until Sebby crumpled into a heep at his feet.

Wild eyed Brody stared at Quincy. "Oh, my God, you've killed him!"

Without missing a beat, Quincy smashed his fist into Brody's face repeatedly, and watched as he too slumped to the floor unconscious. Blood dripped down his neck, giving Quincy an odd sense of satisfaction.

"Damn." He muttered, dropping to his knees beside an unconscious Sebby.

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The entire room fell silent as a funeral. No one moved. A pin could've fallen from the table onto the floor and everyone would've heard it.
Quincy lifted Sebby in his arms and hurried toward his office slash sometimes living quarters, in the rear of the club.
Once there, he placed Sebby gently on his bed.

Rico who was right behind him now hovered beside Quincy, but for once he didn't seem to know what to say. If the situation hadn't been so grim, he would've laughed. Since he'd known Rico, he'd never seen him at a loss for words.
Still Rico was the first to speak, all the while shaking his head. "What ya thinking?"

"You don't wanna know man."

"How can I help?"

"I'll take care of him. What I need you to do is go help Ringo make sure everything is okay with the club. Make sure no one calls Sebby's pops, I can't deal with his shit right now." He paused, and his features turned grimmer. "While you're at it, wake that bum ass nígga up and kick him the fuck outta here."

"What if he wants to know about him?" Rico asked, pointing at the still unconscious Sebby.

"Tell him to go to hell."

Rico opened his mouth as if to say something else, only to snap it back shut. "You're the boss." With that he walked off, leaving Quincy behind to beat himself up.

Quincy kicked off his shoes and got in bed with Sebby. He lifted the boy again, this time laying him down on his chest the way he knew Sebby liked. Sebby moaned in his sleep, and Quincy wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer. As their chest rose and fell in sync, Quincy realized he cared about this boy, way more that he'd like to admit.