Page 3 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

The lady behind the counter called out my order and Savannah bounced happily. Maybe, just maybe, things would work out smoothly in my favor. My run in with Julia wasn’t just a coincidence, I believe that was divine timing.

CHAPTER 2

Ethan Whitmore

“Y’all muthafuckas are really trying to test my gangsta. I’m guessin’ you thought the shit wouldn’t fall back on your ass. What’s crazy is, when shit gets hot, bitches start singing like a canary.”

POW!

“All I want is the truth because I can do this shit all day. I have bullets galore, so that’s not a problem either.”

POW!

I flexed my knuckles, listening to them crack. I had spent twenty minutes whooping ass, and the men kneeling in front of me, still decided not to part their lips to tell me what I wanted to hear. I wanted to have a little fun, but now the game is over. Two bodies lay sprawled out with blood leaking from their heads. Three more were still breathing, hands and feet tied up while on their knees. These muthafuckas thought they had one up on me. The sad part about all this shit was two of the remaining bodies were supposed to be my partners. People I helped out of poverty. People I trusted and broke bread with for years. This was the first time somebody in my circle thought they could cross me and get away with the shit. I didn’t know what those muthafuckas were thinking, but obviously, they had to be the dumbest men walking this Earth.

“So what’s up? I want my shit.”

“EJ…I told you, man…I don’t… know anything.”

Flame was clinging to life. I knew because I could see how he was breathing. There was no question that his jaw was broken. I dislocated that shit with ease; had his mouth hanging and twisted. I didn’t care how much of a struggle it was for him to talk. He put himself in that situation.

I stood quietly, rocking side to side. I actually took a moment to think about the circle of people that I associated with. I had quite a few loyal muthafuckas who were willing to ride out at any time. Shit, I only dealt with the realest of the real, or so I thought. I guess the saying was true; there’s always at least one snake in the grass plotting against you or praying for your downfall. I never expected to also have a weak ass bitch eating at my table. That’s one thing I hate most, a weak ass bitch. I could say that last part in another way, but as a white boy from the hood, I respect the black culture too much to allow myself to do so.

“Baby shark do-do-do-do-do-do. Baby shark do-do-do-do-do-do.”

The sound of my phone ringing bounced off the warehouse walls. Reaching into my pocket, I held one finger up in front of Flame, signaling for him to give me a moment.

“Hey, Princess. Daddy's a little⁠—”

“Daddy! How much longer are you going to be gone? I’m ready to go get ice cream now.”

“Princess, daddy is busy at work right now. As soon as I finish, I’ll be on my way to take you to get ice cream.”

“Daddy, please hurry up! I have been waiting for hours. My stomach is hurtin’, and I need some ice cream.”

My baby girl was something else. I was man enough to admit she had me wrapped tightly around her little finger, but that’s the way it should be.

“Alright, princess. I’ll be there shortly. You better be waiting on the porch ready to go since you rushin me.”

“Okay!” She giggled. “I love you!”

“I love you more, mama.”

It didn't matter what I was doing or where I was. When my princess called, nothing else mattered but her.

“I see we’re gonna have to speed this meeting up.” I said, tucking my phone back in my pocket.

“My princess is waiting for me, and I don’t plan to keep her waiting much longer. So, let me help jog your memory, bruh, because obviously you need a little fire under yo’ ass. Yo, Ace, bring in our special guest.” I instructed one of my lieutenants.

I stood in front of Flame, so we could get a good look at each other. As soon as he heard the screams and Spanish cries of his lovely momma, his eyes grew wider than a full moon. His head shook vigorously, but no words came out of his mouth. I stood with a smirk because, all of a sudden, I could see him breaking down. I snatched the black sheet off her head, so he could see the scared and frantic expression on his mommy’s face.

“I want my shit.” I pressed my pistol to her temple.

Out of nowhere, the sound of a wet ass fart caused me to break eye contact with Flame to glare at his moms. The stench that invaded my nose further pissed me off because I knew her old ass didn’t do what I thought she did.

“Did you just shit on yourself?”

I took a step back and noticed she was standing in a puddle of her own piss. Her old ass must not have known how important it was to drink plenty of water because the way she smelled was uncalled for.