Growing impatient, I reached down toward my ankle to grab my Ruger from the holster. I gripped it tight with hopes I wouldn't have to use it but also being okay if I did. I rapped the chrome gun against the stranger's car window. The car shut off, and the door slowly opened. I moved back, ready for whatever was to come next. My line of sight traveled from the New Balance on his feet upward until my knitted brows were somewhat in line with his grimacing stare. This nigga! Offering him a lopsided grin, I sucked my teeth and then bent down to slip my gun back where it belonged. "You carry that
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