Before we knew it, Mace had a grip on Deshawn’s collar, hiding me behind his wide back, his eyes burning with anger. Deshawn, on the other hand, looked calm and collected, as if Mace were just some sort of nuisance. “Call the cops, Gina!” Mace thundered. “Mace, please calm down. He’s not what we think he is,” I pleaded, surprised at myself for taking the side of a complete stranger over my childhood best friend.“What do you mean, Gina?” Mace asked, confusion written all over his face. Shawn firmly removed Mace’s grip from his collar, then dusted it off as if there were invisible dust on it. With a gritty, cold smile, he stretched out one hand while the other was stuffed into his pocket.“Quin Deshawn, I believe you’re Mason, Regina’s childhood best friend.” Mace threw a surprised glance toward me, and I shrugged. Dude, even I don’t know how he knew everything about me either.Mason’s eyes traveled from my face to Deshawn’s outstretched hand. I could feel the heat emanating from him.
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