Brayker kept quiet, astounded to see that his best friend knew just how to play with the fierce-looking men.
“Wrong place, wrong time,” Dolph braved. “We definitely never meant to get involved, I swear.”
Oxide sized Dolph up and got right into his personal space. The fine hairs on the tips of their noses brushed past, as their eyeballs locked horns.
“n****r, you cool?”
“Yeah, man,” Dolph said. “I’m cool.”
The suspense was heart-pounding. It seemed that Dolph had been accepted, but Brayker had yet to be verified.
“Ha!” Oxide said and pointed, exhilarated at Dolph’s manner. “See that’s what I’m talkin’ about, man. Shit.”
He waved everyone over and made a song and dance of the boy.
“Listen up, y’all. See this little black motherfucker? Name’s Dolph, man. Pre-fuckin’-cisely who we want
