❝𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞
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"What are you doing in my fridge?"
I immediately grabbed my knife strapped to my thigh and pointed it at the person behind me's throat.
"Seriously?" I whispered.
He wasn't even fazed by...
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"Hey, what are you doing here?" I ask and he looks down at me in confusion.
"It's Thursday. I always pick you up on Thursdays."
I completely forgot!
"Right... yeah, sorry it slipped my mind," I softly apologize. "I was just gonna head out with Antonio, actually..."
His eyes dart up to a very satisfied - all though not physically clear but I can still tell by his eyes - Antonio, beside me.
"You're heading out with him? Why?"
"He doesn't know, does he?" Antonio asks and my heart rate picks up. I open my mouth to speak but words aren't coming out.
"Know what Nirah?"
"Nirah and I-"
"Antonio, don't!" I cut him off. "Jordan there's something important I need to tell you," I say running a hand down my face. "I don't think we can-" I cut myself off as I follow his eyes that are glued to my hand.
I immediately place both my hands behind my back but he roughly grabs my hand before I can and looks down at my finger with the ring.
Antonio grabs Jordan's wrist, pulling it off of me and steps between us.
"Get your hands off her," Antonio warns and Jordan pulls his hand back.
I step aside and move in front of Jordan and he scoffs. "Tell me you're not that fucking stupid," he asks looking down at me. "I thought you were smarter than that."
"Speak to Nirah with respect or don't speak to her at all," Antonio says, stepping up in Jordan's face and Jordan pushes him back.
"Jordan, what the hell," I say pushing him. "Just listen to me," I say grabbing his hand but he hits my hand away so hard that it knocks my jaw and I bite down onto my tongue. I softly groan, cupping my jaw as a metallic tastes starts forming on my tongue.
The next thing I see is Antonio throwing a punch at Jordan. My eyes grow wide and Antonio grabs Jordan's collar, pushing him up against the wall.
No, no no.
Jordan hits Antonio.
Antonio hits Jordan harder.
This fucker - Antonio - punches like he's a mother fucking MMA fighter.
Jordan throws a punch but Antonio blocks it and swings twice as hard. A loud crack is heard.
"Do something!" I yell at Cesar as he idly stands beside me.
"I do not interfere with Mr Antonio's business," he says and my eyes grow wide.
"He's going to hurt Jordan!" I yell but he simply shrugs his shoulders.
