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his neck out for her, but she hoped he’d step up before things went too far. The fact he was standing there comforted her but not enough. Zefar liked knives and Shamayla said he carried them all of the time.
      “Let me see for myself.”
      Dominic crossed his arms over his chest. He didn’t like how close the man was getting to the woman.
      Tristan cracked the door open, but Dominic mouthed the words “go inside”. 
      “Hey,” Dominic called out to Zefar who simply ignored him. 
      “If you have not a thing to hide let me go inside and I take a look for myself?”
     Hope tensed up. Zefar had his chest pushed up against hers. She didn’t even realize his hand was on her throat until she smelled dentine in his breath. 
     Dominic had two options. He didn’t know what was going on or who the man was, or even who his neighbor was so he could let the two settle it out on their own, or he could beat the guy’s ass. When he saw Zefar move up against his neighbor the way he did, he decided he didn’t like it. He moved up a few steps and put his hand on Zefar’s shoulder. Zefar doesn’t like to be touched. He swung around all hostile and told Dominic to fuck off- at least to fuck because Dominic cut him off with an elbow to the brow. Zefar was caught off guard and Dominic punched him in the upper face so hard, Zefar’s brain wiggled.  His legs wobbled but before they could completely give out, Dominic grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kept busting him in the face.
    Hope’s jaw dropped as she watched the rapid power fists dominating Zefar’s existence, right at her feet. She didn’t know whether she should try and stop her neighbor or not. Zefar was curled up in a ball against the rail while Dominic beat the blood out of him. When he was through, Dominic’s chest was heaving. He had smeared blood on his hands like an animal, using his forearm to wipe sweat off his hairline. 
     Hope closed her mouth and looked at Zefar, whose bloody face was glistening in the sunlight. His blood was so bright, almost neon.  Hope rolled her eyes to her neighbor, his thick upper half rhythmically heaving in and out. Their eyes met and neither knew what to do or say. It was the first time they ever really looked at one another face to face. His eyes pierced through her, strange attraction appearing with such abruptness she looked away. Tristan opened the door wide. Her voice was like a rubber band snap to his brain. Dominic quickly looked away from his neighbor.
    “Is he alive?” Tristan asked.
     Hope absently grabbed the doorknob and sunk into her apartment, closing the door.             
     Tristan grabbed Dominic’s arm but he pulled out of her grip, still heated. It took Zefar a minute to get on his feet. He limped a few feet to the top of the staircase. Dominic had given him a jab to the ribs that knocked the wind out of him. It felt like someone hit him with a car; every time he took a step down, it was like taking fifty percent of the hit. 
     “Was that necessary?” Tristan loudly whispered. “That man was like fifty! What happened?”
      Dominic watched the man get into his car and get on the phone. 
      “It’s none of our business! What if he calls the cops?”
      Dominic licked his lips and went inside.
      “Did you have to get violent with the guy?” She went into the kitchen and came back with an ice pack.
      Dominic took the icepack and pressed down on the knuckles of his right hand.
      “Do you even know who that was?”
     “It doesn’t matter; he had his hand around her throat. Okay? Around her throat!”
      Tristan didn’t know what to say for a moment.
    “He looked like a pimp. Maybe he’s her pimp. You don’t get involved in this kind of stuff!”
     Dominic threw the icepack on the coffee table.
    “I did what I had to! If I hadn’t kicked his ass he would keep coming back and coming back, bothering those girls and what kind of man would I be if I just