I let go of the handle and lift my chin, still not looking at him. “The other night you threatened me. Why would I care to get to know you at all?” “Oh, I didn’t threaten you, Trouble. I made a promise. You fuck with my friends; you fuck with me. And you don’t wanna do that.” His hand finds the sheen of skin exposed from my cut-off sweatshirt, fingers teetering on my side. “Unless you do.”
