Chapter 8
Flaming Brown Sugar Milk
"Leave her alone." A tired voice huffed from behind the man, his body hidden by the shadows, taking a long drag of the rolled paper in his hand
"Nah man, you had the last bitch. I called dibs." The one next to her smirked, pulling her closer to convey his dominance
"You can't have her." He dabbed the butt of the cigarette on the wall as he blew smoke. He stepped out of the shadows, his gray locs coming to view, dark eyes meeting hers in tandem.
A deep sense of relief dawned on her when she recognized him as Itachi's friend. But she didn't know him well enough so stayed still, afraid to move. Either way she turned, she was between a rock and a hard place.
"Just because you sell the most on the block, you think you all that. Man fuck off!" The other guy yelled, pushing Hinata behind him as he squared off to the taller figure towering over him.
"Fucking retard." The gray haired man sighed before landing a blow on the guy's abdomen, sending him right into her as he doubled over in pain.
Grabbing Hinata's hand he led her away from the scene before others began to show up. She followed mutely behind, afraid to stop in fear of him getting angry and leaving her to the stranger behind.
"Get in." Opening his black BMW, he pushed her with little force before sitting and pulling away from the spot. The drive was quiet as he drove away, she kept her eyes on the starless night, hands folded tightly, body rigid.
"What were you doing in that fucking neighborhood like a retard." He huffed after a bit, the sudden sound startling her as she began to stutter
"I-I was looking fo-for an apartment." She managed to choke out