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What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

I wrinkle my nose. “What’s that bad smell in the air?”

“We’ve had marsh fires burning for a few weeks. The wind has shifted to the northeast so it’s not as bad.” He puts the car into drive and we take off.

“Is that normal?”

He shrugs. “It happens from time to time. Wait until you get to Bourbon Street, then you’ll really wonder if they’re keepin’ corpses under the cities buildin’s. Storm traps filled with grease stink up the place like death. Council said they’d fixed it, but I doubt they’ll ever get rid of it.”

I have heard that the smell from the city can be bad.

“Sounds like fun.”

“It’s different.”

“How’s the nightlife around here?”

I feel him glance at me again before he says, “It’s not for pretty girls, if that’s what you’re askin’.”

My eyes meet his. He thinks I’m pretty?

Okay… Keep breathing.

“So that means it’s dangerous?”

“It’s like anywhere. There are dangerous places and not so dangerous places. Lead with common sense; it’s never let me down before.”

So we have a wise-guy. Do I not look smart enough to know that?

A few moments pass by when I ask. “So how long have you been part of the NOLA Rebels?”

He changes lanes and I try not to notice his heavily tattooed hands and the adornment of rings on all his fingers. He also has a thick chain around his neck that’s tucked into his black t-shirt. If my dad could see me now, he’d have a freaking heart attack and that makes me smile just a little bit.

He clears his throat and shifts in his seat. “Not long. My brother has been with them for thirteen years.”

“Why did you wait so long?”

“I was in jail.”

My eyes go wide for the hundredth time as my mouth hangs open. “You were in jail?” I repeat.

Maybe my dad should have done reference checks before sending me here. I grasp my seatbelt, like that will protect me.

“Yep, not for the whole time. Longest stint was six months.”

“You’ve been in jail more than once?”

I let the words hang there, afraid to hear what comes next out of his mouth.

He turns to me again, one corner of his mouth turning up, and I wait in anticipation for his words of wisdom…

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Her pretty eyes flash as I shock her once more.

Taunting Little-Miss-Goodie-Two-Shoes might just be my new favorite game.

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