Rex tucked the ball beneath his elbow and walked closer to see.
“Hey, Rex. I’m hungry,” Tyler interjected.
“Give me a second, Ty. I’ll make you mac and cheese when we get home. My man Colin is training me to be a venture capitalist. Get over here and join us.” Rex turned his attention back to Colin’s ink. “So that’s your mission at work or something? Nothing ventured, nothing gained?”
“Yeah, but in life, too. Means more to me than just work.”
“Like what?” Rex asked.
“It means take big chances. It means stay away from drugs,” Colin said, talking bluntly to the boys as he always did.
Rex sneered. “What do you know about that, Mr. Richie Rich? You probably bathe in Cristal.”
Colin rolled his eyes. “Dude. You think I was born rich? You think I was rolling in cash as a kid? Wrong,” he said, as if he’d just slammed a buzzer on a game show. “My family was fucked up, and I was the most messed up of them all. Painkillers, tequila, and speed in college. I was a mess. All this,” he said, gesturing to his arms, covered in ink, “they’re my reminders. Eight years clean.” He pointed to the art on his body, naming each one. “Lotus, new beginning. Sunburst, truth and bravery. This Chinese character—it’s for strength.”
Rex raised his chin and peered at an infinity symbol with four interlocking circles on Colin’s wrist. “What’s that one?”
“Me and my brothers and sister. The four of us. Our unbreakable bond, no matter what.”
“That’s like us,” Rex said, patting his arm where the sleeve of his T-shirt hit.
“What do you mean?”
Rex pointed to his little brother. “Him. I always look out for Tyler. That’s why I have this.” He pulled up his sleeve to his shoulder. At first Colin saw only a few letters of the word protect. His hackles rose, remembering what Ryan had told him a week ago. The guy who’d been following Shannon around had some ink on his arm that said Protect Our Own—the tattoo of the Royal Sinners.
Colin spoke sharply. “Do not even. That better not be what I think it is.”
Rex furrowed his brow. “Way to freak out, dude. What the fuck do you think it says?”
“That better not be Protect Our Own.”
Rex laughed deeply, clutching his belly, letting the sound resonate through him. “No. No. No,” he said, catching his breath. “No way. No how. Our ink says Protector. We got ours together.” Rex stepped closer to Colin and showed him the full wrap of the word around his bicep. Tyler yanked up his shirtsleeve, displaying matching ink.
“I would whip him good if he messed around with that gang.” Rex draped an arm around his little brother.
“Whew,” Colin said, wiping his hand across his brow in exaggerated relief.
“I saw some of them a few blocks away the other day.”
“Here?” Colin asked, pointing to the basketball court.
Rex nodded. “Nearby. We made sure they didn’t come any closer.”
Colin didn’t like the sound of gang members hovering so close to the community center. He was well aware that it was a risk—this center was located in a section of town that had been a hot bed of crime years ago, but the surrounding neighborhood was improving now. Still, he wanted the center, the kids, and Elle as safe as could be.
“Who’s we? What is Protector?” he asked, returning to the ink.
“A group of us who are trying to look out for others,” Tyler said, chiming in proudly. He seemed to idolize his older brother.
Colin arched an eyebrow. “Like the Guardian Angels?”
Rex nodded. “We model ourselves after them. We’re all volunteers. We do safety patrols. Walk the streets. Keep an eye out. Elle inspired me to do it. Rise above, as she would say.”
“Did someone say my name?”
Colin turned in the direction of the sultry, sexy voice. She wore tight jeans and a little white summery blouse. The outfit did wondrous things to her fantastic tits and her fabulous ass. Her long, dark hair spilled down her spine, and she gathered it up, creating a makeshift ponytail, then fanned her face with her free hand. A small part of him wished the woman wasn’t so damn hot. As Rex and Tyler snapped their gazes to Elle, he could see it in their eyes—she’d featured in their whack-off fantasies. A primal, territorial instinct licked through his veins, and he wanted to pounce on Elle, wrap his arms around her, and claim her.
“Mine,” he’d say with a snarl, toss her over his shoulder and cart her off to the woods to take her, mark her, and leave his imprint on her.
Of course, the rational, adult portion of his brain knew that was ludicrous. She was hardly his, and even with what they had, he needn’t be jealous of teenage boys. They were boys, and while they might lust after her, they also admired her.
“We’re quoting you, Elle. Rise above,” Tyler said, raising his fist in the air. Yup, it was a mix of feelings they possessed for the hot-as-sin and caring-as-hell director of the center where they spent many days and evenings.
She held up a hand to high-five Tyler then slapped the older brother’s hand, too. “Excellent. You boys do me proud. Are you staying to get a bite to eat? I hear there are turkey sandwiches on the menu tonight.”
“I love turkey!”
“More than my mac and cheese?” Rex asked his brother.
Tyler nodded. “But I still love your mac and cheese.”
“Fine, we’ll stay. We need to work on our angles later.” Rex draped an arm around his brother. “Hey, Elle, did you hear? Colin is trying to turn me into the next venture capitalist.”
“That sounds like an excellent pursuit,” she said.
“I’m gonna earn twenty-five percent and beat his ass.”
“After I tutor you in math, you just might,” Colin said.
The teen turned to Elle. “He twisted my arm. He’s gonna make me learn my two plus twos for community college.”
“That’s not a bad thing, Rex. And I suspect you’ll learn a whole lot more than two plus two.”
“Anyway, it’s too hot out here. We’re going inside. Catch you later, Mr. Cristal,” Rex said with a wink at Colin.
As he walked away, Elle raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Cristal?”
“Long story. But it has a good ending.”
“Maybe tell me tonight?” She tucked her thumbs into the pockets of her jeans. “Turns out I have more time than I thought. Alex is at a friend’s house for dinner, then they’re going to see the new dinosaur movie or whatever that thing is that all the boys are watching on the big screen.”
“Are you asking me out, Elle?”
“I was just thinking it would be fun to hang out with you. As friends,” she added, a reminder of how she saw him. Her voice went a touch softer, “As well as…you know.”
Hang out. Friends. Not exactly the words he wanted to hear from her. But he could work with it. “I can do a lot with more time.”
“I had a feeling you might be able to,” she said, tapping her watch. “Give me an hour to finish up?”
“Perfect. I need to stop at my house anyway. I’m taking care of Ryan’s dog since he’s followed Sophie to Germany.”
“He followed her to Germany?” she asked, bouncing on her toes.
“He did indeed. He’s madly in love with her. So I’ve got Johnny Cash for the week, and I need to go take him for a walk.”
“That is so sweet.”
“Me taking care of his dog, or him following her to Germany?”
Elle flashed him the sweetest smile. “Both actually. I’m so happy for her,” she said, practically glowing as she spoke about the two of them. “He looked so in love with her when I saw them at the Venetian event together. And it’s incredibly cool of you to look after his dog.” She gestured in Rex’s direction. “And to help Rex to focus more on his studies. I’ve been trying to get him to work on math for the longest time, and I’ve never seen him connect with anyone else here like he does with you.” She reached out to wrap her hand around his arm. “He’s such a good kid at heart, taking care of his little brother and everything. But he needs to channel all his money-making energy so he’s not taken in by the wrong thing.”