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house, bloodied his nose, and knocked him to the floor before
any of the other five men could pull their guns. “No touching,” Xavier muttered
to the already unconscious man.
    “Hey, mudderfucker, you have a death wish or something?”
Another man approached Xavier, pointing a gun at his chest.
    Damn, I can’t take a bullet pointblank like that in front of
her. She will freak when she finds out what I am.
    The young man’s dark skin gleamed with sweat, and he was
visibly shaking with nervousness while pointing the gun at Xavier.
    Before Xavier could put a bullet in his forehead and end his
misery, Cassandra stepped in front of him and glared at the man. “Bey, I ain’t
gat time for this. Where’s Leonardo?” Cassandra hissed.
    “What you wanting with Nado?” The man now pointed his gun at
her.
    Cassandra grabbed the gun and pulled it out of his hand. “Bey,
don’t point a damn gun at me! You stupid, hey?” She slapped him on the side of
his head. “Don’t y’all have anything better to do than point guns at people?”
She turned and continued into the house, the gun still held in her hand.
    Well damn. Xavier almost grinned at her sass. Instead he
turned and delivered a massive fist to the man’s face, knocking him out cold. “That’s
for pointing a gun at my woman,” he muttered to yet another man who probably couldn’t
hear him. Xavier followed behind Cassandra, after ensuring he would have no
further opposition from the remaining four men. The men looked away, pretending
not to notice his cold stare.
    “Where the hell is Cameron?”
    Xavier heard Cassandra’s angry enquiry. “Shit!” He sprinted
into the house to catch up with her. He noted quickly the details of the
sparsely furnished room and where everyone was located in the room. It wasn’t a
large space, but it was crowded by the bodies present. There were about fifteen
men sitting lazily on anything that would hold them, and they were also
sprawled on the floor. Skimpily clad women were draped over most of the men,
who held beer bottles or joints of marijuana in their hands. A flat-screen
television featured a basketball game blasting in the background.
    Cassandra stood in front of a heavy-set black man, who had two
women on his lap. He had on shades, even though it was in the middle of the
night, he was indoors, and the room was dimly lit.
    “Hey, Cassandra, wassup? You still playin’ ball?” the smirking
Nado asked.
    “Look, Nado, don’t mess with me. You may pull that shit with my
brothers, but don’t try that with me,” she snarled.
    Nado slapped the asses of the women on his lap, telling them to
get up. He carefully rolled his large fat frame to his feet. He stood at just
over six feet and came to stand inches in front of Cassandra. Xavier grabbed
her hand and pulled her behind him so he towered over Nado.
    Nado laughed. “So this is how you rollin’ dese days, Cassandra?
You won’t give me the time of day, but you slumming with this Andre the Giant
looking mudderfucker?”
    Cassandra stepped around Xavier, placed one hand at her waist,
and poked Nado in his flabby chest with the other. “Nado, I’m not interested in
your flippin’ dumb ass. If I see one bruise on my brother, I’m going to kick
your fat ass.” Her voice was soft but laced with confident menace.
    Nado spread his arms and laughed. “Look, boys, dis little bitch
here think she can take me on. You think that because you cute I gonna take
shit from you?”
    “No, I just think that you’re a piece of shit who should have
been put six feet under years ago,” Cassandra snared.
    Nado growled, drew back, and threw his meaty fist at Cassandra’s
face.
    With the speed of a cobra, Xavier grabbed Nado’s fist into his
palm before the other man could hit Cassandra. He grabbed Nado’s massive arm
and twisted it behind his back until it snapped, bringing Nado to his knees,
and slammed the base of his gun to the side of Nado’s head.
    Nado emitted a bloodcurdling