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He stepped back in front of me like he was trying to block my path.
“I ain’t answering shit. Now what?”
I stepped closer to Tyrus, ready to be on whatever he was on. Badge or no badge, I would never let another man feel like he got some kind of control over me. I would die right here before I let that happen.
“Get the fuck out of my way,” I spat, still looking him square in the eye. I could see him contemplating what he was going to do next. I just hoped he made the right decision because I had no issue with catching a body right here.
“Make me.”
Tyrus challenged me like this was a standoff. I didn’t want to jeopardize this mission, but I wasn’t about to let another man punk me. On assignment, in uniform, or not, I was a man before any of that.
There was no way I was going to let somebody step to me and walk away like it was sweet. I punched Tyrus dead in the jaw. He stumbled back and immediately pulled his pistol off his hip. A bitch, just like I thought. He was scared to fight me.
I’d been around men with guns my whole life, so nothing about this situation made me flinch. He was pussy for even having to pull out a pistol in the moment where we were talking as two men. That showed me his hand. He didn’t even trust that he could beat me.
“You better use that pistol, nigga, because you going to need it if you don’t get the fuck up out my way.”
I stared him in his face and laughed because if he thought I was scared or would beg for my life, he had another thing coming. There was no way somebody like him could put fear in my heart.
“What is going on here?”
Maeve stormed up and got in between us. Tyrus instantly put the gun down. Bitch ass didn’t want Bishop to know that he had a gun pointed in his little girl’s face.
“Move out of the way, Maeve. This don’t got nothing to do with you. Just two men having a conversation.”
“I don’t trust this nigga, Maeve. Move out of the way and let me put a bullet in his head.” Tyrus’s chest heaved as he talked. “Ioverheard him on the phone, and it sounded like he was talking to cops to me.”
“Nigga, how you get all that from a few words? Better yet, how you know what it sound like to talk to the cops? You must’ve been talking to them recently?”
“Nah, this ain’t about me, and don’t try to flip it. This is about you and that phone call I just overheard.”
Tyrus cocked the pistol but didn’t raise it again. Maeve was still standing firmly between us. I pushed her out of the way gently because I didn’t want her to fall, but I had already asked nicely.
“Let’s do this, my nigga. Maeve too small for you to be acting like she’s the reason you can’t get active.”
I stepped up to him again, but Maeve recovered faster than I expected her to. She was right back in between us. She pushed me back to create more space, and I let her.
“Tyrus, if you don’t trust Dima, then you don’t trust my father. Is that what you want me to tell him? Unless you want my father to hear about this little situation, I suggest you leave.”
She stared him down, standing toe to toe just like I had a minute ago.
“Leave now,” she said, pointing her finger.
He tucked his tail and walked off, just like she said. He was a scary ass nigga. The way Maeve stood up for me made my dick hard. She didn’t care about what he said. She defended me like she saw me for who I was, not the mask I’d been wearing.
The way she looked at me was a problem that got bigger by the day. Fitz mentioned that I needed to be focused on the mission, and he was right. I had a job to do, and I was losing myself in this woman.
The longer Maeve stood in front of me, the more cloudy my vision became. I was supposed to be bringing Bishop Moore tojustice, but instead, I was falling for his daughter. What was I going to do when it was time to turn them all in?
“Next time you see me talking to another man, don’t step in between us.”
We were standing in a wood line, and I could still smell Dima’s freshness. His smell was imprinted in my mind at this point. I could see a picture of him and still remember that smell.
The racetrack seemed far away, but I could still hear the engines roaring in the distance. Even Tyrus faded further into the crowd, but Dima and I were still where he’d left us. I was still wrapping my head around what had just happened between the three of us.
“You don’t tell me what to do.”
Dima was getting way too comfortable with giving me orders. He talked to me like I was just any girl on the street rather thanthe daughter of Bishop Moore. There were men breaking their necks to be in my good graces, and here he was acting like none of that mattered if I wasn’t doing what he said.
