The Offspring- Come Out and Play
B.B.:
Marco and Dylan drive off with Dec's car while the others take Carson's car to get Dec out of here. I tuck my gun into my jeans and crouch down in front of Miles. His eyes aren't on me though. They're on Lucien. A couple of bikes pull into the parking lot catching everyone's attention. I stand up when Lucien takes a protective stance in front of us. Us meaning Miles and me.
My heart is racing. This is the first time something like this happens. I almost got shot. Decarious was shot. The bullet when right through his arm and into his body. Those bastards chased us and cornered us. I wanted to hurt them. There is absolute peace in the way everything just happened so quickly. There are dead bodies littered around the parking lot and I can feel the cool rush of their souls flooding through the stone.
"Y'all on the wrong side of the tracks, Devil boys," a tall man with a southern accent removes his shiny black helmet and sets it down on his sports bike. He's taller than Carson and Lucien. With a deep scary voice and a whole lot of muscle. He's older. Late twenties, early thirties maybe? "You opened fire on my streets. I ain't never do some disrespectful s**t like that to either of you or your boys,"
"Your guy shot at my girl," Lucien steps forward. I lean to the side so that he can see me and wave at him. He looks at me and sighs.
"Is that your blood, Suge?" he asks me. I look down at my white button-up to see it covered in blood. I had taken the hoodie off before I had put my seatbelt on earlier.
"No, sir. It belongs to Decarious," I say. His smile wavers.
"Decarious Addams?" he asks.
"Yes," I say politely.
"You letting your girl run around with Wreck-It Dec?" he asks Lucien. That's cute. People call him that? I wonder why.
"Who she runs around with is her problem," Lucien dismisses him. He scoffs turning his attention to me.
"You must be something special. What's your name, Lil Mama?"
"B.B.," I answer. He shuts his eyes and laughs.
"Delilah's little sister, B.B.?" he asks. I like the way he says her name.
"Yes, sir,"
"He's all yours. This is the only time I'm going to let this s**t go, Diablo. You and lover boy here better not do this s**t again,"
"We're still on for tomorrow night?" Carson asks him.
"Yeah, that's business," he nods before looking down at Miles who has tears streaming down his face. "I warned you, my boy. The moment you said Victor Escobar I told you to let that s**t go and you ain't listen to me,"
"Trey, he killed my brother," Miles stays through clenched teeth.
"He didn't," I raise my hand. "Mr. Trey, sir. I killed Jamal. Victor only helped me get rid of the body,"
"Is that right?" he laughs humorlessly.
"Yes, sir,"
"Can I ask why?"
"He handed Dec over to the white supremacists I sacrificed to the dark lord, sir," I explain. They all laugh.
"I am adding that one to the s**t my girl says," Lucien laughs.
"You think this is funny, B.B.?" Trey asks me.
"No, sir. I do not. I'm serious. I'd never joke about that,"
"f**k," Miles groans angrily.
"You found the body, yes?" I ask.
"Yeeuh," he nods.
"I broke into his car early that morning and put a plastic bag over his head from the donut shop on Main street. He has powder you had tested to see if it was coke. It was powdered sugar. He was a scumbag, sir. I'm not telling you this because I'm trying to be disrespectful or because I'm boasting. I want you to know that I take things very seriously,"
"I see that," he nods again tucking his hands in front of him. "I'm taking notes. Lil Mama,"
"Thank you," I step over Miles. Carson picks him up and starts pushing him toward his car. I stop in front of the gun he dropped and offer it to Trey. "I don't like violence, Mr. Trey but I'm not above it. Dec belongs with us now. He's not alone anymore,"
"Aight," he takes the gun. "You moving him out of the suburbs?"
"No, Dec can take care of himself. He lives here. Maybe you should be asking yourself what you can do be on his good side. I hear he has a temper. I'd personally like to see it. I can't picture him angry,"
"Is that a threat?" he asks me.
"If she were threatening you, you'd know it," Lucien laughs. "Her cute little face gets red. It's hot as hell. Hard to choose if you want her to follow through on the threat or not," he offers me his hand and pulls me into him when I take it. Ignoring him. He cups my face and lets out a heavy sigh. "You scared the hell out of me, Baby,"
"Dec had extra mags in his glove compartment. We were fine," I take in his scent.
"I was going to ask. You got six before I got here," he taps my nose. "They had you both surrounded. How did you get here?"
"Cut through the alleyways,"
"That's what you've been doing on your runs," he shakes his head. "You accused me of being a stalker."
"You are. Where do you think I learned it from?" I look over at Trey.
"f**k. Found yourself one as mental as you, Lucien. God have mercy on us all," he sighs. "Cops are on their way. I'll take care of this, white boy. Get her out of here, please,"
"Let's go, baby. Upfront with me," he points at his car.
"Have a good night, Mr. Trey,"
"You too, B.B.," he laughs.
Lucien and Trey begin to talk when I get in the car. I look back at Carson and Miles.
"Hey," I greet him.
"Hey, rough day?" he smiles.
"Just this little piece right here," I admit. "Am I in trouble?"
"Oh, yeah," he nods. "Big trouble. But it can wait. We still have dinner and a meeting. We have to fix this," he points at Miles. "All six of us are home tonight,"
"I have to give Ray an exam. I need blood work and stuff. Raincheck?" I counter. Lucien gets in and starts the car.
"You think you're getting out of this one, B.B. You're not," Carson scoffs. "Lucien forgave you already. Not only were you late, but you also put yourself at risk, and let Dec drag you into this s**t. You're both in deep s**t. You're taking a little break from him. Those are orders from all of us,"
"All of us," Lucien agrees.
"You're taking him away from me?" I ask.
"We're taking you from him," Lucien shakes his head.
"It's the same thing,"
"Two weeks, Belladonna. If you break the rules not only will I extend the time but I will f**k him up right in front of you. This is on both of you," Carson adds. "When he leaves with Pastor Addams tonight, let him know,"
"I don't want that," I sit up in the passenger seat.
"We don't want that, baby but this is for your own good. You can be mad at all of us for the entire time. It's not going to change a thing," Lucien adds.
"Be a good girl, B.B.," Remy's voice whispers in my ear.
I look up at the glass to see her sitting between Carson and Miles in the reflection. The Devil is sitting on her lap with Eve wrapped around her body, a muzzle on her mouth. The crow is parched on Remy's shoulder but his eyes are on Miles.
"Oh," I say.
"Oh," she laughs. The sound of her laughter raises goosebumps all over my body. "This is a first for me too. Let's enjoy this, B.B. It looks like it's going to be fun,"
"Shut up, Rem. This isn't funny,"
"f*****g white people," Miles scoffs.
"I'm Japanese," Carson growls.
"I'm Mexican you f*****g i***t," I shake my head. I turn around to face him. "Do you feel even a little bad about betraying him? I know you knew. If Jamal was your brother, he had to have told you,"
"Why you keep saying that like we was friends?" he shoots back.
"He's part of your community. I mean sure, he's a lone wolf type but he's not an outsider. His dad lets you all sit at his table. He helps single moms and homeless people all over the Eastside. I've seen him give and give. Wasn't he walking some of your girls home with Jamal that night?"
"It was all part of the plan," he turns away.
"You may not have considered Dec your friend but he never considered you an enemy. He trusted you and your brother enough to let his guard down. That's never ever going to happen again and it's all your fault.
"I don't understand how you can look at someone and hate them because he's a little different from you. That mistake cost you not only your life but your brother's as well. Jealousy is a very ugly thing to feel, Miles. He would have given you the world had you extended your hand to take his. Offers off the table, asshole. The world is better off without your weakness,"
"You don't what it's like to have to survive. We don't get an inheritance or handouts cause we cute. f**k you, b***h,"
Carson swings at him, nailing him right on the nose. Miles's head whips back and bounces forward to smack against the back of my seat. He groans as blood bursts out of his nose. His hands are tied behind his back with the seatbelt so he just rubs his face against the seat.
"Don't talk to my girl like that, Miles. Consider yourself lucky to be alive still. I'm itching to kill you with my bare f*****g hands. She'll forgive me later tonight," Carson straightens himself up before meeting my gaze. "Don't talk to him anymore. Turn around,"
"Yes, sir," I say and turn around. Lucien has a smirk on his face.
"Oh?" he sneaks a peek at me. The smirk on his face all f*****g smug and s**t. "Do you know you f****d up?"
"Yeah," I sigh. "I do,"