Page 104 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

“It’s not a secret that we both want you. It’s obvious that we have a common issue, and we felt that if we just sorted out our differences, maybe you’d be interested in making it work with us. Since you don’t have feelings for Carla, I’m willing to share a piece of you. I can’t lose you, EJ. I can’t bring myself to accept that you confessed to having feelings for someone outside of me.”

“Do you hear yourself? You on some other shit, Ze, and I’ma tell you right now.” I squeezed her throat tighter. “If I can’t fix this shit with Ava, you’re dead to me. I mean that shit with all my heart. You knew exactly what the fuck you were doing after I told you I was good on you. So, if I lose her, you’re done.”

I didn’t want to believe Ava was done with what we had going on. I wasn’t about to let her walk away that easily, and I didn’t even do shit. Zenobia stood in front of me, crying her eyes out, but I couldn’t care less.

Once I let go of her neck, she slowly slid to the floor and pulled her knees up to her chest.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I just want us⁠—”

“There is no us, and after that shit you pulled, there will never be.”

I turned and walked out the same way I came. In my car, I tried calling Ava, but she kept sending me straight to voicemail. I called Ace, and he picked up on the second ring.

“Yo.”

“Aye, have you talked to Ava?” I quizzed.

“Nah, what’s up?”

“Mannn, I’m fucked. That’s what’s up.” I sighed.

“What you talkin’ about?” His voice got serious.

“Carla pulled that hoe shit again. I came home, and she was in my bed type shit. This time, you are not gonna believe this shit.” I sighed again. “Zenobia was in bed with her, letting Carla eat her pussy.”

“Nigga, what? So, what my sister got to do with this?”

“I had her with me.” I ran my hand down my face.

“Um, damn, nigga. You should’ve been had a toe tag on Carla hoe ass. And yo’ dumb ass should’ve been changed those damn locks. As far as Ava, I don’t know what to tell you dawg. Better be glad she ain’t go upside yo’ head with a metal baseball bat.” He laughed.

It wasn’t shit funny about the situation and before I could hang up a muthfucka rear ended me.

“What the fuck!” I shouted, checking my rearview.

“Man, calm down. Her googly eyed, jungle fever having ass will get over that shit in no time. Just give her some space.”

As soon as I opened my mouth to respond, the stupid fuck behind me rear ended me again. Apparently, what they were doing was intentional.

“Aye, somebody tryin’ to run me off the fuckin road.” I switched lanes and they followed.

“Nigga what? Where you at?”

By his tone I could tell he became alert. At that moment, I had no time to talk, but I kept him on the phone just in case. My window was already down as I waited for the perfect time to slam on breaks. The moment the car pulled up beside me, I let off shots into the passenger side. Whoever was inside tried shooting back but they were no match for me and my bitch as I pulled her trigger. The driver sped off and I followed right behind. They tried to shake me but I was on their ass like flies on shit.

“Aye, nigga! What’s going on?” I could hear Ace yell.

My phone had fallen over into the passenger seat.

“Muthafuckas just tried to ambush me!” I raced behind them.

“I’m almost right behind you, nigga.”

I could hear his exhaust pipes rumbling loudly on the other side of the phone. Duke and Ace were the only two I shared my location with, for reasons just like this. Within minutes, bruh was right behind me as we raced behind the blacked out Dodge Charger.

“Aye, I’ma slide up beside them and you hit em’ in the back. Spin them muthafuckas out.” I said to Ace.

“I’m on it.”