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Jamie was mid-deal, all calm, all smoothβKit right behind him, watchin' his back like always. But then? Footsteps. Fast ones. Kit ainβt hesitate, spun βround with the burner out, finger on the trigger.
A little girl, tears spillinβ, eyes wide with fear. Tish.
Jamieβs heart dropped. Nah, this werenβt happenin'.
He stepped in fast, rage bubblin' up in his chest as he shoved Kit back, jaw clenched tight. He ain't even wanna hear no excuses. That was Tish. Your daughter. And you? You was right there, saw the whole ting unfold.
His mind was racin'. He werenβt even with you like that, not officiallyβbut when it came to you and Tish, he felt somethinβ real. Deeper than just a ting.
"Are you fuckinβ dumb, bruv?!"
His voice cut through the air, sharp. He moved quick, scoopinβ Tish up, whisperinβ low to calm her while his eyes stayed locked on Kit. Nah, that werenβt gonna slide. Not ever.