A Love Too Close To Lose

Me? Jealous? You're probably right

"Kenta's gang has been hiding out in your guy's part of the house for about a week now. They've gotten a little too comfortable, so don't kill them immediately." Parker leads us inside of the bar. People stared at her, because of her short business women's skirt. I was surprised about how she didn't care. It was odd really. People should've known who she is by now. Aastor looked ready to beat up somebody for even talking to her.
"She really is protected," I thought.
As we got to the staircase at the other end of the bar, Aastor seemed to be distracted by the singer on the stage. I looked at him then at the singer. The performer was built weirdly like me, but with much broader shoulders and blonde hair. His outfit would've not been acceptable in a place that wasn't here. I turned back to Aastor. He looked at me and smiled, "You jealous?"
I scoffed, "I could do better than that without his level of training." He kissed me, then grabbed my hand, "Of course you could." We both turned to where Parker had been, realizing she left without us.

"I thought you'd both be able to walk faster than that." Parker shrugged, strutting down the stairs. "Well, he's drunk and I'm disabled. I wouldn't hold much expectation." I said referencing my ankle. When I was seven, my older brother had hit me with a baseball bat, fracturing my ankle. The doctor said it was minor, but it affected my walking from that point on. I can't walk for very long and when I do I usually have to put a brace on afterward.
Aastor laughed at my joke and Parker immediately shushed him. As we got closer to our part of the house, the sound of rap music and shattering glass became more noticeable. "Yep, that's Kenta alright," Aastor said putting his ear to the door. He turned to Parker and me with a grin, "Should I knock?" We both shook our heads, but it didn't sway him. He knocked rhythmically and the glass shattering stopped. The door opened and Kenta meets our eyes. He was notably taller than both me and Parker and barely shorter than Aastor. His hair looked freshly cut in a buzz cut. Tattoos cover his exposed arms, with a gun in hand. He scoffed at Aastor as he said, "Hey, Slim Shady."
"Come in, dumbass." He opened the door further, letting us see inside. The house was full of smoke, which we were used to by now. Kenta's gang with about eight members present was spread around the living room. Broken pieces of glass were everywhere with another gun sitting on the coffee table. Parker looked around then questioned, "You guys haven't used their room have you?"
One of Kenta's guys shook his head. Kenta said, "We've been in there to give their cat it's food and water, but that's it." Parker, Aastor, and I shared a laugh. "What? We're a gang, not monsters." He chuckled at us.