Page 54 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

I heard Ace smack his lips, and when I looked over at him, his dumb ass had his ears covered.

“You see how I was beating that shit up?” I grinned. “She loves that shit, dawg. I’m not gon’ lie to you.” I chuckled.

“See, the difference between us, bruh. You like to put your hands on her. Leaving bruises and shit. Physically hurting her because you think that shit doesn't come with a price. Me, on the other hand, the physical pain I cause her will always be mixed with pleasure. You know shit that she’s not going to be able to get enough of. There are plenty of ways to punish a woman, but that’s some shit you’re not man enough to understand.” I held eye contact.

“But, look. I need you to do me a favor. That's why I got you here. After you get this ass whoppin, you need to sign these papers. I’m actually trying to be nice about this shit because I’m a father, so I know how detrimental it is for Savannah to have you in her life. I have a lot of love and respect for baby girl, so I wanna play fair, not only for Savannah but Ava too. So, you should consider yourself lucky because it’s rare that I choose to play fair.”

“I’m not signing shit. Ava is my bitch! We bonded for life, ain’t no way out.” He spat.

“Nah, nigga, that’s where you got shit fucked up.” Ace said, pulling his mask up to reveal himself.

I saw a flicker of fear in Rob’s eyes as he tried to hold his composure. I was sure, Ace being present was the last thing he expected. My boy had murder in his eyes and I knew he was ready to put in work on his sister’s behalf. Shit, I was too but we had to play this game the smart way.

“So, it ain’t no way out, fuck nigga?” Ace fist connected to Rob’s jaw.

“Aye, chill dawg.” I chuckled, while pulling my boy back.

“There’s definitely a way out.”

“You can’t have her.” Rob said, blood dripping from his mouth.

“Muthafucka, I already have her. What are you talkin’ about? I need to play that video again?”

“Don’t do that shit, bruh.” Ace shook his head in disgust.

“You’re gonna sign these fuckin papers. You and Ava will go through the process of divorce. Once that shit is finalized, the only thing y'all should have to talk about is Savannah. Don’t comply with the orders I’m giving you, and shit will get even wilder. I promise, and I always make good on my promises.”

I glanced down at my watch to check the time.

“My brother in law here has been itchin’ to put a bullet in ya head, just to let you know.”

“Nigga, yall not even married yet.” Ace smacked his lips.

“Yet, muthafucka. I’m more than positive that day will come soon. Trust, I’m not going out of my way for nothing.” I stared Rob in the eyes.

“I’m not gonna let him kill you. He is about to fuck you up, though.” I laughed, taking out an ink pen from my pocket.

I made sure to mark every line that needed either a signature or initials. There was no need to read or discuss any of the documents, it was non-negotiable.

“Fuck you, I’m not signing shit.”

If he wanted to handle this the hard way, I was all for it. I walked over to a little tool box we had sitting on the floor a few feet away. When I came back, I nodded for Duke to hold this fool left hand out. He put up a fight, but his strength was no match for my dawg. I focused on Rob’s hand to be sure I delivered a clean hit in the exact spot I wanted. Within seconds, I striked him with enough force that I’m sure I broke four of his fingers. He yelled in pain while jerking around in the chair.

“This nigga squealin’ like a little bitch.” Ace laughed.

Before I tossed the crowbar, I had to double back and strike his ass again.

“That’s for my lady.”

Sweat dripped all over his face and his breathing was uneven. I sat the papers in front of him and again, held out the pen for him to go ahead and sign.

“See, that’s all you had to do to begin with. You made shit hard for yourself.” I chuckled. “Aye bruh, leave the muthafucka breathin.”

Ace had made it clear that he wanted to be the one to beat the shit outta this bitch. Apparently, they’ve had smoke for a minute, and Rob thought he couldn’t or wouldn’t be touched. I stood off to the side and watched as Ace and Duke took turns lighting this muthafucka up. After an hour of exercise, I had them strip his ass naked and toss him into the trunk. I paid one of my young boys to drop him off in the middle of town to find his own way back home. Humiliation at its best.

“Aye, y’all trying to pull up at Frankie’s?” Ace asked as he observed his knuckles.

“I’m down,” Duke agreed.