"What are you doing? We were meant to do something else, not slap the life out of her. You almost got shot," Apple said as he dragged her to a corner.
His grip was firm, not rough, but urgent. Straw barely had time to steady herself before he stopped, placing himself half in front of her as if expecting bullets to follow. The noise around them did not fade.
"What do you expect me to do, King? She got on my nerves and I couldn't hold it in," Straw said.
Her chest rose and fell once. She did not regret it. If anything, her palm still tingled, a reminder that the slap had landed exactly how she meant it to. She glanced past Apple, eyes flicking toward Peachtree, who was still standing stiff, one hand hovering near her cheek.
