Page 119 of Stay Dangerous

“What do you want me to say, Shad?”

Shad turned back around. “Nothing, I guess.”

Set got back in the car grumbling. “You got yo permit right? You ain’t missing no more school, Dub. You, nor Sean. You need to learn to lie to them niggas, bro. But yo ass wanted to sleep in today.”

“Whatever.”

“Yeah, whatever my ass.”

I covered my smile with my fingers as they went back and forth. Set acted like his daddy more than their actual dad.

Set pulled up to my curb and shifted the gear into park. We both exited the car and he followed me to my front door.

“You still got the same number?”

I nodded as my key disengaged the locks. “Yeah, but come in for a second.”

His eyebrows kissed, but he did what I said, following me into my room.

I grabbed my duffel bag and dropped it on my bed. He was silent as I opened it and grabbed five stacks.

“I would wanna go crazy if someone stole from me, so here.” I turned and offered him the money.

He stared at my hand for a long time, his jaw ticking. I didn’t think I overstepped. Money is money, and none of usparticularly came from it. We were lucky to be seeing as much as we were now, and fifty bands was a lot.

Set wasn’t known for his mercy. In fact, Foe Dub was notorious for getting you a thousand times worse than you could ever think of getting them. Ishy was dead, but taking an L on fifty bands was a lot for him, just off the strength that I was working with Wave’s gang.

I would make it back. I wasn’t in a hurry to leave. I’d have to stop going out, but it wouldn’t have been a big setback.

“Damn, Wyn. You getting to it like that with them niggas?”

I shrugged. “Yeah, almost a year now. I don’t fuck with them taking cars and shit. I usually stay with the credit cards and merchandise.”

“Them niggas gonna get killed taking cars and shit. I’ma plug that nigga with Ty so they won’t go to jail. You keep your money, girl. I’m more than straight.”

“You sure?” I shook my hand, and he grabbed it and put it back into the bag, and zipped it up.

“You ain’t gotta give me shit.”

“Well, okay–”

His fingers curled around my neck as he brought my lips to his. His lips were soft, kneading mine before his tongue licked across the seam.

I let him lead as he tongued me down. A full minute, before he took a step back and licked his lips.

“Yeah, we gon’ have some fun,” he smirked. “I’ll bang your line later, Wyn. Make sure you bring my slides when I scoop you.”

I nodded robotically, and walked him to the door. He turned and kissed me again, chuckled to himself, and opened the door.

One foot in front of the other, I walked back to my room. My finger perused my lips, but just like when they connected with his, there was absolutely no spark.

Set It Off. Casey Washington. Big ego, bigger dick to match. Soft lips, kissing mine.

And I felt absolutely nothing.

“Damn you, Rico,” I whispered.

I knew I’d see it through. Regardless on if he wasn’tthe one, he’d be a good fuck.