Page 105 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

Good thing the sun was going down and the area we were in, traffic had died down. Thankfully, there were no police present either. As soon as we put our plan into motion, the car spun off the road and ended up in a ditch. Ace and I hopped out with our guns drawn as we approached the car. The muthafuckas inside were trying to get out but we didn’t give them a chance to make any moves. Two bullets to the head was all it took. I didn’t recognize either one of the dudes but Ace did.

“This nigga right here is one of Rob’s potnas.” He pointed to the one that was in the driver seat.

I made a mental note as we hopped back in our rides and took off.

“You think that nigga put a hit out on you?” Ace asked.

“If he did, he had every reason to.” I chuckled.

Shit, I can’t be mad at him for trying. I took his woman, his family and his business. If I were him, I would wanna take me out too.

“How you wanna handle this?” Ace asked.

“Man, I have better shit to worry about then a muthafucka tryin’ to take me out on some revenge shit. I need to talk to Ava.” I sighed.

A run in with muthafuckas that couldn’t get their job done wasn’t about to throw me off track. I needed to check in on my lady. I had to make shit right with her first before I could worry about anything else.

“Good luck with that.”

“Aye, we keep this shit between us. Don’t mention anything to her.”

“I got you but I’m telling you now. We need to handle that nigga before he try to do some stupid shit. And for my sister's sake, I’ma have one of the homies keep a track on her just in case.”

“Sounds good.” I agreed before disconnecting the call.

Instead of running up on Carla, I went straight to Aja’s house. I had to at least try to clear my name. When I pulled up, I knocked on the door and waited patiently for Ava to answer. Instead, Aja came to the door with her lips tooted up.

“Yes?” She folded her arms.

“I need to talk to her.”

She glanced back over her shoulder, then looked back at me.

“You better be glad I like yo’ ass,” she whispered harshly.

Aja stepped to the side, allowing me to enter, then nodded toward Ava’s direction. Music played through the surround sound speakers, and just off the song alone, I knew she was deep in her feelings. In the kitchen, I saw her standing at the counter, pouring liquor into a glass.

“Amore.”

She ignored me, not even startled by my presence. She continued to move about as if I wasn’t standing there. With her back to me, I approached her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She tried to nudge me off, but I hugged her tighter.

“I apologize, but all of that shit was a misunderstanding.” I spoke low.

Instead of responding, she took a gulp of her drink. Again, she tried to get out of my grasp, but I held on to her.

“I’m only responsible for not changing my locks. Baby, I gave you my word. I’m not fuckin’ either of them. Neither one of them mean shit to me, I need you to understand that.”

I finally let her go, only to turn her around to face me. Her expression was nonchalant. Her eyes were glossy, but no tears were visible.

“It’s okay,” she said, then finished her glass.

“Nah, it’s not. I’m really trying to build something with you, Ava. I don’t need no bullshit getting in the way of that.” I told her.

All she did was stare into my eyes without blinking.

“I think we need to put a hold on what we have going on. I’m dealing with enough as it is, and I have no room⁠—”

I cut her sentence off by pressing my lips against hers. I wasn’t trying to hear any of that. At the same time, I was a smart man. I knew that during fucked up times when a woman said she needed space, it was usually best to do just that, but I wasn’t going to give her too much space to slip through my fingers. The way she kissed me back, I knew she didn’t want to put a hold on anything.