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twelve years old, you’re probably gonna dress up as Eleanor Roosevelt for Halloween and you think your old man is cool?"
    I nodded.
    He shook his head again, smirking.  "Damn."
    My stomach dropped.  He was making fun of me.
    I ripped my hand out of his and crossed my arms over my chest.  "I know I'm weird.  Everyone at school always tells me that.  Everyone except my best friend Kami.  They hate my music because it's old.  They hate my clothes cuz they're boy clothes.  They think I'm a freak!  So go ahead and say it!  You think I’m freak, don’t you!"
    Deuce knelt down in front of me.  "Darlin' you ain't weird.  You're twelve.  An those kids don’t hate you, not even close.  The girls are jealous cuz you're so damn pretty and the boys are just bein' boys tryin' to flirt but not havin' the first clue how to go about it."
    You're so damn pretty.
    "I'm pretty?"
    His lips twitched.  "Only twelve and already fishin'.  Yeah, darlin', you're pretty.  Gonna be beautiful someday.  Gonna make some boy happier than a pig in shit."
    I grinned.  Who would have thought the words "pig" and "shit" used in the same sentence could make a girl blissfully happy.
    “There it is,” he said quietly.  “That’s what I like to see.  Nothin' better than a pretty girl smilin'.”
    I stared up at him; he stared down at me.  His hard eyes gentled and I felt my body go butter soft.  Something was happening to me, something important, monumental even. 
    The shift from child to teenager.  Although I wouldn't understand this until I was much older, what had happened and why it had happened, standing there in the middle of a pumpkin field I’d known I was irrevocably changed.  And that I'd changed because of and for this man. 
    "EVA!  WHAT THE FUCK!"
    I swiveled around.  Frankie was storming towards us, kicking poor innocent pumpkins out of his way.
    "Great," I groaned.  "Frankie found me."
    "Your man?"  Deuce asked watching Frankie's temper tantrum with marked interest.
    My eyes bugged out of my head.  "Ew!  He's my fake brother!"
    Frankie's long brown hair was flying all over the place and his dark brown eyes had darkened further with burgeoning anger.  Only fifteen and he was already six foot tall with the body of a quarterback.  He wasn’t as big as Deuce was but he would be someday. 
    "I know you?"  Frankie hissed, stopping only inches from Deuce.
    Deuce's eyebrows popped and he smirked.  "No kid.  Fraid' we haven't had the pleasure."
    Frankie hated being called a kid, especially in front of me.  I watched as his hands clenched into fists.
    Deuce wasn't smiling anymore.  "You're gonna wanna reel that in.  I don't take shit from grown men and I'm sure as shit not gonna take shit from an asshole who's pretendin' he's grown cuz he wants down a girl's pants."
    I closed my eyes.  Deuce didn't know Frankie therefore he didn't know that Frankie wasn't trying to impress me, this was just the way he was all of the time. Before he could throw a punch and get his butt kicked by Deuce, I pushed in between them and wrapped my arms around Frankie’s middle.
    “I missed you,” I said hurriedly.  “I've been looking everywhere for you and couldn’t find you anywhere.  I asked Deuce to help me look for you.”
    Frankie’s arms wrapped around me and his hard body sagged against mine.  One of his hands fisted in my hair and the other held tight to my waist.
    "Sorry," He muttered.  "I just thought…I don't know…you gotta stay close to me.  I can't fuckin' protect you if I don't know where you are.  If somethin’ happened to you baby, I would kill myself.  Can’t be in this world without you.  Fuck, I can't even think 'bout you bein' gone, makes me fuckin' crazy."
    "Oh Frankie," I whispered.  "You gotta stop worrying.  Nothing's going to happen to me and I'm never going to leave you."
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    Deuce hesitated leaving Eva alone with that crazy little shit but it looked as if she was th e only person