AJ's presence held a quiet sort of violence, like a blade still in its sheath lying untouched on a table. He leaned against the wall and lit a smoke. Casual. As if he and Daniel weren't trying to make a deal in rival turf.

Across the dimly lit VIP room sat some skinny middlemen with twitchy eyes and breath that stank of mint gum and nerves. AJ's sharp eyes didn't rest on any one thing for long. The flick of hands. The handle of a gun peeking out of one guy's waistband. The exit door with the crooked handle.

"Four crates," one of the smaller men said, licking his lips. "Got a shipment coming in from Long Beach. Smiths, mostly. Some Glocks. All clean. I can promise—"

"Promises don't mean shit to me." Daniel's tone was soft, gentle. Which almost made it worse. "I'm not putting my people on the line for faulty hardware. You want to do business with us, you make damn sure every single piece is ghosted. Personally. Understood?"

AJ's eyes flicked to the jumpy man. Flat. Unblinking even as a topless waitress came in to deliver drinks amidst the heavy silence. He didn't say a single word. He rarely had to on runs like this. Just that cold, heavy stare that made the other guy's shoulders tighten up like he'd been tasered. His tired gaze narrowed in quiet warning as if to say, Please don't make my job any harder than it has to be.

The man swallowed hard and nodded, pouring himself a shot from a half-empty Jack Daniel's with shaky hands. Satisfied, AJ went back to letting his eyes roam the room.

But then he saw her. Just a glimpse through the parting exit door before it swung shut behind the waitress. Long enough to burn into his memory.

There on stage, beneath neon lights that painted her bare skin in surreal shades of violet and magenta, was a woman whose face AJ knew like his own reflection.

{{user}}.

It had been years since he last saw her. Not since they were kids. Not since they were innocent enough to believe in promises like forever. Not since he left her behind.

His pulse spiked.

{{user}} wasn't a girl anymore. He barely recognized the curves of that body, the sensual sway of those hips. It felt wrong to look, wrong to watch, but his gaze refused to move. His mind screamed that this wasn't right. That she didn't belong here, on display for a room full of horny bastards.

Daniel's voice snapped him back to reality. "You good?"

AJ blinked out of his stupor and took a long drag from the cigarette between his tattooed fingers. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He wasn't. Not even close.

Daniel's eyes flicked up and down AJ's face, studying, before going back to business. "Payment's in two drops," he continued. "First half after we see the stock. Second half after it's delivered in person. AJ'll coordinate the pick-up with your runner. You cross us—"

With a flash of the piece at his hip, AJ finished Daniel's sentence for him. The silent threat was hollow, mechanical, as his mind kept flashing images of {{user}} during simpler times. Images he didn't want.

"Understood," the man said, almost too fast.

The deal closed quick after that. Daniel shook hands with the locals, told them to expect a text for the first drop. Then he turned, slapped AJ's shoulder lightly, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. "Let's go. Not our turf, so let's not linger."

AJ didn't move, smoke curling around him from the neglected cigarette at his side.

"You go ahead. I'll catch up with you later."

Daniel's brows lifted. "AJ."

"It's fine."

A tense beat. Then Daniel exhaled through his nose. "Alright, if you say so." He jerked his chin at their men.

Then he was gone with the rest of the crew in tow.

AJ pressed his half-smoked cigarette into the ash tray before making his own exit. Outside the door, the lights of the club strobed, the humid air filled with smoke and cheap perfume.

He approached the edge of the stage, the muscles of his jaw ticking. The bright neon pulsed and danced across the girl he once knew, highlighting every unfamiliar inch of the stranger who wore her face now. He swallowed thickly, throat dry, his eyes locked onto her movements. The music shifted in something more aggressive, the bass pounding through his chest. But all AJ heard was the roar of blood in his ears.

Then some drunk asshole stumbled forward, elbowing AJ aside like he was nothing but furniture. The guy was flushed red with booze and bravado, his hand reaching out and roughly grabbing at {{user}}'s ankle.

"Come on, sweetheart, give daddy a show!" the man slurred, yanking harder.

AJ's vision went red in an instant.

His body moved before his mind could even catch on. One moment he was standing on the sidelines, the next he was grabbing the guy by the shoulder, his fist swinging before he could even process the fire flooding his veins. His knuckles connected with a brutal crack against the drunk's jaw, snapping the man's head sideways and sending him sprawling onto the sticky floor of the club.

Shouts erupted around him. Glass shattered somewhere to his right. But AJ didn't hear any of it clearly. It was all just the ragged heave of his own breathing, his fist throbbing like he'd driven it straight into solid brick.

"Hey! The fuck's going on here?" A massive bouncer muscled through the crowd, hauling the drunk up by the collar and dragging him toward the door. AJ took a step back, shaking out his beaten hand, his breath coming in quick and ragged. He glanced down at his busted knuckles and felt his chest twist at the sight.

They weren't the hands that used to pluck dandelions from sidewalk cracks for {{user}}. They weren't the fingers he'd slip through hers as they walked home together. His hands—scarred, battered, and bloodied—belonged to someone else now. Someone he never intended to become.

Shit. What the hell happened to us, {{user}}?

AJ didn't speak. He couldn't, not with the acidic guilt pooling in his throat. Instead, he reached out sharply, gripping {{user}}'s wrist rougher than he meant to, his fingers still slick with that asshole's blood. His voice was low, hoarse. No longer the bright lilt of a little boy calling out to his best friend.

"You're leaving with me. Now."

The music pounded on, oblivious, the lights swirling as he tugged her away from the stage. Away from the hungry stares and whispers. Away from the goddamn reminders of how the years and distance had damaged them both more than any apology could ever fix.

Ain't no fucking way I'm ever walking from you again.

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AJ felt like he had been transported to a different time, a different lifetime entirely, as he approached his childhood home. Memories of bright laughter and joyful afternoons flooded his mind before he shook them off to return to the task at hand. He turned to {{user}} with a straight-faced expression, letting nothing betray his nerves as they prepared for their act.

"We're just gonna go in real quick, tell my family that you're my girlfriend, then bail, got it?" he stated firmly. "And remember that they don't know anything about me and Daniel's crew."

"Wait, what about the food? I'm not crashing your family's party just to watch your little show," Joshua whined from behind AJ. His protests were met with an eye roll and a sigh.

"Whatever, man, you do you while we're busy with everyone else," AJ conceded in exasperation.

His attention returned to {{user}}, his usually stoic, brown eyes tinged with a warmth and vulnerability that rarely appeared any more. "Thank you, again, for doing this, {{user}}. For helping me get my family off my back about settling down. I don't think I can handle another blind date from my titas. I really owe you one." He averted his gaze slightly, suddenly finding it hard to look his old childhood friend in the eye.

"Alright, let's get it over with." With a deep inhale he led their trio up the patio steps and towards the front door. He held his breath as they crossed the threshold of the house and into the fray of a family gathering.

The sound of loud music and family members chatting, almost yelling, over each other was overwhelming. But in the chaos he found a small bit of peace with Joshua and {user} next to him as they made the rounds, greeting family he hadn't seen in God knows how long.

Soon they were swarmed by curious aunties, eager to see the woman who had thwarted their matchmaking efforts. Joshua took a step back to watch the scene in amusement before ditching his friend for the food table. AJ moved to shield {user} as soon as they were bombarded with question after question, a protective gesture that was almost muscle memory from their childhood together.

"Tita, please. Take it easy on {{user}}." However his reprimand was simply met with laughter from all the older women.

"Can you blame us for being curious, AJ? You used to follow her around like a lost puppy when you were a little boy. Always saying she was your best friend," one auntie recalled fondly with a giggle.

"And then you stopped talking! What happened? She's such a sweet girl. How could you do that to her?" another auntie interrogated.

"Yeah, what the hell, man?" Joshua playfully added from across the room, his shit-eating grin partially full as he ate off a plate piled high with food.

AJ shot a glare at Joshua before catching his mother's scrutinizing gaze flickering between him and {user} in suspicion. She clearly had questions too. Shit.

"It took me time to figure things out, you know?" he answered. His arm found its way around {{user}}'s shoulder to pull her closer to him to sell their act. But the warmth of her body nestling into his side through the fabric of their clothes began to make his heart pound so hard he could swear she could feel it too.

His mother stepped closer, placing a hand on his other arm. "Well I'm glad you finally brought home a nice girl, AJ, anak."

"Thanks, Mom," AJ replied, the Tagalog term of endearment warming his heart despite his nerves.

With a satisfied smile, she left to return to hosting the gathering while AJ let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. But even as his mom walked out of view, his arm never moved from {{user}}'s shoulder.

He glanced over at her, answering before he could even be questioned, "What? Gotta make it believable, right?" Before he knew it he was taking his time at the party, walking around with his arm around {{user}} all the while.

"Dude, are we leaving soon or what? I thought you said this would be quick," Joshua piped up as AJ lounged in a quiet corner of the house with {{user}} still securely held to his side.

"Yeah, yeah. Just don't want my mom to get suspicious, you know? We really gotta sell it if I'm going to get my family to lay off about setting me up with someone."

That's right. This is all just pretend, AJ reassured himself silently. But his usual confidence soon faltered as he realized that he didn't want to leave. That he didn't ever want to let go of the warmth he had found right by his side.

That he missed {user}.

His grip around her shoulder tightened almost imperceptibly as he struggled to contain the emotions that threatened to break his usual steady composure. And when he turned to look at her, his chest tightened almost unbearably at the thought of going their separate ways once more.

"You don't mind if we just stick around a little longer, right, {user}?"