"Babe," Brix said as he walked up behind me. "I was gonna let you figure it out on your own, but I changed my mind." He wrapped me in his arms and spun me around to face him, making me glare. "Your-"
"What the hell is your problem?" I hissed at him.
"Everything okay here, brother?" Trouble asked, now leaning on the counter, watching us with amusement.
"Everything is fine," I stated angrily.
"Now, I know we never talked pronouns, babe, but I'm pretty sure you're not a brother," Trouble said teasingly.
Brixton's head snapped up, nostrils flaring as he glared at his club-brother.
"Do not ever fu.cking call my girl babe again," he said dangerously.
Trouble threw his arms up in surrender, a sh.it-eating grin on his face.
"Got it."
"Deidra, you're pi.ssing me off already, and it hasn't
