TOTAL ECLIPSE: The Evolution (Sin City Heat Series Book 7) Read Online Free
Author: S. K. Hardy
you gotta promise to give us some time before you-"
The doorbell ringing a third time interrupted what he was saying.
"Damn, who da fuck…?" Darrell exploded. He knew it wasn't their friends because he'd spoken to Marcus and Dominick little more than an hour ago. They'd made arrangements to get together at Dom and Keisha's house in a couple of days, but everybody was busy with their families until then.
Storming off, he took angry, impatient steps down the hallway and through the foyer to the door. Whoever had taken it upon themselves to just drop in like this was getting ready to get their fucking feelings hurt because he was not in the mood to be tactful.
Swinging the door open, he glared at a man standing there with his back to him looking out into Darrell's yard. For a moment, Darrell paused. Something looked familiar about his stance, but Darrell didn't think they’d ever met.
"Yeah, can I help you?" A discouraging scowl accompanied the intentionally curt question. He half expected Jerra to be standing behind him admonishing him about his deliberate rudeness, but with a burst of regret, he remembered that she didn't give a fuck what he did right now. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.
When the man turned around, Darrell mentally shook off the conversation he and Jerra had been engaged in and gave the stranger his attention. Darrell's frown deepened. Now that he saw him fully, he couldn't shake the feeling that he knew this man from somewhere.
He was tall, in fact a little bit taller than Darrell, and had strong, masculine features. Expensively dressed, his frame was fit and muscular, and his skin tone was a healthy rich shade of brown.
But what made Darrell pause were his eyes.
He himself was used to hearing comments about his own slate, gray eyes, so much so that it didn't even faze him anymore. It was normally the first thing women gushed about. But this dude's eyes were lighter than his, almost silver, and they were sizing him up the same way Darrell was doing him.
His sixth sense went haywire. Heeding the warning, Darrell straightened to his full 6' plus height and went on the alert in case something jumped off.
"Can I help you, bruh?" he asked again in a deep voice.
The man took his time answering. He'd been studying Darrell, seemingly as taken aback by what he saw as Darrell had been. "I'm looking for Tina Monroe. Does she live here?"
Perplexed, Darrell folded his arms, his biceps bulging, and cocked a brow. That was the last thing he'd been expecting to hear. Looking the guy up and down, he asked snidely, “Who are you?"
A frown slashed across the man's face. The vibe of instant dislike that flowed between them went both ways.
"I'm someone who's looking for Tina Monroe," he repeated in the same tone Darrell had used. "Is she here or nah?"
"What tha…?"
Arms unfolding slowly, Darrell stepped closer to the stranger. He had no idea who this dude was, but he'd chosen the wrong day to get up in his face with some bullshit. The wrong got damn day. Darrell was seconds away from giving him an ass kicking like none he’d ever experienced.
"Hold da fuck up. I don't know who you think you talkin' to, but you standing in front of my mu'fuckin' house, not the other way around, so if you think-"
"Darrell?" Jerra opened the door behind him and stepped out. She could tell from the tense set of his shoulders that he was thoroughly ticked off. "What's going on?"
"Don't worry about it, Jerra, just some clown who-."
"Jerra?" Hearing her name, the man’s gaze skyrocketed towards her. Recognition lit up in his eyes and his previously tightly set lips softened into a smile. "Jerra St. James?"
The look Jerra sent him was distant and cool, but moments later, her demeanor thawed. "Ren?"
Renzo laughed and nodded. Ignoring Darrell, he leaned down and gave Jerra a brief kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, it's me. Damn, how are you?"
"I'm...fine. Wow. It's been a long time."
Darrell was quiet as he watched
The doorbell ringing a third time interrupted what he was saying.
"Damn, who da fuck…?" Darrell exploded. He knew it wasn't their friends because he'd spoken to Marcus and Dominick little more than an hour ago. They'd made arrangements to get together at Dom and Keisha's house in a couple of days, but everybody was busy with their families until then.
Storming off, he took angry, impatient steps down the hallway and through the foyer to the door. Whoever had taken it upon themselves to just drop in like this was getting ready to get their fucking feelings hurt because he was not in the mood to be tactful.
Swinging the door open, he glared at a man standing there with his back to him looking out into Darrell's yard. For a moment, Darrell paused. Something looked familiar about his stance, but Darrell didn't think they’d ever met.
"Yeah, can I help you?" A discouraging scowl accompanied the intentionally curt question. He half expected Jerra to be standing behind him admonishing him about his deliberate rudeness, but with a burst of regret, he remembered that she didn't give a fuck what he did right now. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.
When the man turned around, Darrell mentally shook off the conversation he and Jerra had been engaged in and gave the stranger his attention. Darrell's frown deepened. Now that he saw him fully, he couldn't shake the feeling that he knew this man from somewhere.
He was tall, in fact a little bit taller than Darrell, and had strong, masculine features. Expensively dressed, his frame was fit and muscular, and his skin tone was a healthy rich shade of brown.
But what made Darrell pause were his eyes.
He himself was used to hearing comments about his own slate, gray eyes, so much so that it didn't even faze him anymore. It was normally the first thing women gushed about. But this dude's eyes were lighter than his, almost silver, and they were sizing him up the same way Darrell was doing him.
His sixth sense went haywire. Heeding the warning, Darrell straightened to his full 6' plus height and went on the alert in case something jumped off.
"Can I help you, bruh?" he asked again in a deep voice.
The man took his time answering. He'd been studying Darrell, seemingly as taken aback by what he saw as Darrell had been. "I'm looking for Tina Monroe. Does she live here?"
Perplexed, Darrell folded his arms, his biceps bulging, and cocked a brow. That was the last thing he'd been expecting to hear. Looking the guy up and down, he asked snidely, “Who are you?"
A frown slashed across the man's face. The vibe of instant dislike that flowed between them went both ways.
"I'm someone who's looking for Tina Monroe," he repeated in the same tone Darrell had used. "Is she here or nah?"
"What tha…?"
Arms unfolding slowly, Darrell stepped closer to the stranger. He had no idea who this dude was, but he'd chosen the wrong day to get up in his face with some bullshit. The wrong got damn day. Darrell was seconds away from giving him an ass kicking like none he’d ever experienced.
"Hold da fuck up. I don't know who you think you talkin' to, but you standing in front of my mu'fuckin' house, not the other way around, so if you think-"
"Darrell?" Jerra opened the door behind him and stepped out. She could tell from the tense set of his shoulders that he was thoroughly ticked off. "What's going on?"
"Don't worry about it, Jerra, just some clown who-."
"Jerra?" Hearing her name, the man’s gaze skyrocketed towards her. Recognition lit up in his eyes and his previously tightly set lips softened into a smile. "Jerra St. James?"
The look Jerra sent him was distant and cool, but moments later, her demeanor thawed. "Ren?"
Renzo laughed and nodded. Ignoring Darrell, he leaned down and gave Jerra a brief kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, it's me. Damn, how are you?"
"I'm...fine. Wow. It's been a long time."
Darrell was quiet as he watched
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