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will I do?” Summer gasped, cupping her face in her hands.  Jesse touched her shoulder, sending a cool chill down her back.  She shrugged away from him, feeling uneasy.  Why is he being so nice?  Probably already undressed me in his fucking mind! She didn’t trust anyone, especially men.  
    “I’ll take care of it.  I’ll take care of everything.  But first, I need to know your real name,” Jesse asked smoothly. 

Chapter 3 Business As Usual
     
    Mitch dragged Caralina into the hospital waiting room where his crew had taken up residence since the shooting.  “Look, sit down and chill,” Mitch chastised, dumping Caralina into a chair.  The raucous spitfire had turned plenty of heads on their way to the hospital waiting room.  Mitch had dealt with many a hoodrat in his day, but Caralina took the cake.  Her smooth caramel skin, pretty face, flat stomach and huge ass did nothing for her because as soon as she opened her mouth, all Mitch could picture was Sheneneh, the ugly, loud, gaudy dressing character from the sitcom Martin . 
    Mitch’s crew – Billy, Doon, Scrap and Marco – jumped to their feet as soon as they entered the room.  “What up family?” Mitch greeted each man with the signature handshake. 
    It had been almost twenty-fours hours that they’d been holding vigil at the hospital.  They were all in different stages of undress.  Billy’s tux jacket was gone, probably left at the crime scene, and his dress shirt hung open, exposing his bulging biceps and sweat-stained undershirt.  Doon had his shirt and jacket off with only his wife beater on, his tattoo sleeves on both arms on full display.  Scrap was still in his complete tuxedo, which was painted brown with Jesse’s drying blood.  After the shooting, Scrap was the guy to lift Jesse’s limp body onto his shoulder and raced toward the limo. Waiting for an ambulance to take Jesse to the hospital was not an option. Marco had disrobed out of his tux on the way to the hospital.  He wore a sweat suit that he kept stashed in his car trunk.  He was one of the few guys that had driven to the wedding instead of taking the limo service.  Marco was slightly claustrophobic and he hated group rides, always preferring to go the solo route.
    Mitch noticed the strain on all of their faces right away.  A hardened mask of pain, regret and anger.  They had all been nearby at the wedding, but not close enough to Jesse when the chaos erupted.  Every time Mitch thought about how powerless they were during the shooting, the hairs on his arm stood up.  In fact, it was the bride and groom who had insisted that the ceremony be as normal as possible.  “ No bunch of men in black security guards around ,” Summer had warned a few weeks before the wedding.  “ My wedding is going to be classy…normal.  I don’t know why a business man needs so much muscle anyway ,” she had said before sauntering out of the room leaving Jesse and Mitch with their mouths agape.  Mitch had been even more shocked when Jesse acquiesced.  “ What can I say…I guess we won’t have a bunch of security.  Happy wife equals happy life ,” Jesse had conceded.  In the end, Mitch agreed to the arrangement, despite his many reservations.
     
    “What’s good with her?” Marco asked Mitch while the others looked on with curious eyes.  They’d all been on edge waiting for the report on Summer’s condition.  She was part of their family now.  If Jesse loved her, they all loved her.  That’s how their family operated. 
    “No status, really.  She woke up and started fighting them nurses and shit.  So they made me and this bullhorn over here leave,” Mitch said, pointing his thumb in Caralina’s direction.  She rolled her eyes at his remarks. 
    “Somebody gotta speak up…shit!” Caralina spat, folding her arms across her chest defiantly.  Mitch shook his head.  Ain’t shit attractive about that big ass mouth. “What they sayin’ about the injuries