She knew that she should leave. She knew that if someone spotted her talking civilly to a King, she would be punished. But he had known Lorenzo and that wasn’t something she could just discard. “Hang with him?” she asked before shaking her head, “I was never cool enough for that,” she added, “He is, or he was, my older brother,” she told him, choking back the lump that formed in her throat as she began thinking about him. But she wouldn’t cry. She didn’t cry. She hadn’t shed a tear since she found out, and she’d be damned if that changed while she was in front of a King. Her eyes then went back to the bandana, “Be careful with that,” she told him, “Where in the wrong area and you’re done for.”
Jonah's blood ran cold. Sister. He remembered her face, remembered seeing her around when he would visit Lorenzo's house, though he couldn't place her name. Maddie? Molly? It had been awhile since he had seen her and he wanted to give his condolences for her brother's death. He opened his mouth to do just that but quickly closed it when she looked at the bandana. Oh yeah. "I'm always careful. Besides, 's not like anyone is going to do anything about it, right?" he said with a pointed look. In his experience, only those who belonged to the Kings or the Gods would openly point out gang affiliation and she most certainly wasn't a King.
