Crowned Crew: Heights POV & Stories (The Heights Crew) by E. M. Moore

Author:E. M. Moore [Moore, E. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B08S3DGRDW
Goodreads: 56564319
Publisher: #PrB.rating#4.25
Published: 2021-01-25T00:00:00+00:00

3

I wipe my hands off on my shorts as Magnum leads me to a conference room on the third floor. There’s no one but us walking around the hallways, and the whole floor smells like brand new paint. I wonder if they even use this floor at all.

Magnum flicks on the lights and takes a seat on the opposite side of a rectangular table. He gestures toward the seat across from him, so I take it, still looking at my surroundings. This is more than I imagined was in this tower. I’ve heard a bunch of Crew members live here, like Magnum and other security guys. It beats the hell out of the shitty place Mom and I used to call home in the Heights with all the roaches and shit.

I could get used to a place like this.

When I focus back on Magnum, he’s staring at me with a precision that makes me squirm on the seat. Well, this isn’t going that well. I’m supposed to be acting like a badass. Instead, I’m acting like a freaking douche. I stretch my fingers out underneath the table and yell at myself to get my shit together. I need to stop acting like this is a big deal. I don’t want them to smell unease on me and mistake me for a pussy.

“So…” I start, giving Magnum the same look he’s giving me. “What do I have to do?”

Magnum leans forward, placing his elbows on the table. He runs his fingers through his thick, red beard. Not going to lie, he looks badass as fuck. He continues to stare me down until he eventually asks, “You want to join the Crew?”

I sit straighter, thinking we were already past this part. Yes, I want to join the goddamned Crew. Instead of saying that, I nod.

“Why?”

“Why?” I ask, not expecting that question. What the fuck does it matter?

He nods. “It’s a simple question.”

I lean back in my seat. “A simple question is asking me my name first.”

Magnum smirks. “Your name isn’t important. If you make it into the Crew, then I’ll work on remembering it.”

My stomach twists. I always thought football was going to be my way out of here. It would save me from having to do this very thing, but that was before I understood how damn difficult it is to leave the Heights. It doesn’t matter that you’re any good at sports if you can’t get the fucking scouts to come see you. Why would they? I almost can’t blame them. The number of fights and shit that go on during the football games takes the spotlight away from us. They’re scared to even come here.

If only Spring Hill had worked out…

“Again, it’s a simple question with a simple answer. Something drew you to come down here today, walk into this building, and ask about joining the Crew. You didn’t come here yesterday or a month ago or five months from now. Why the Crew? And why now?”

The real answer springs to my lips.

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