Page 65 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

“Where’s Savannah?” I ignored him.

“Somewhere safe, nigga.”

Again, I thought about how I let my baby down, and a tear slipped. Quickly, I wiped it away and took a deep breath to get control of my emotions.

“I don’t know what the fuck you sitting over there crying for. Ain’t nobody tell yo’ dumb ass to go Diary of a Mad Black Woman on that muthafucka. You lucky Kim called me. She’s the one who got a hold of Savannah.”

In my head, I thanked God for the woman who lived across the street. We weren’t close, but she’d always come through if I needed her and vice versa.

“You know you could’ve fucked around and had her taken away by social services.”

“I know.” My voice was low as I stared out the window.

“You know? Well, why the fuck y’all go over there acting a fool? The same way you called me to bail your ass out is the same way you could’ve called me to handle his bitch ass.”

“Shoulda, coulda, woulda, nigga. We didn’t need you to handle shit. The only reason Vannah was with us in the first place was because mommy wasn’t around to get her.” Aja chimed in.

“So, that means take her with y’all anyway? Get the fuck outta here. Y’all could’ve handled this shit another day. Out here jeopardizing my niece’s safety.” He waved us off.

“Did you tell momma and daddy?” I glanced over at him.

“Momma got enough shit going on to worry herself about besides your bullshit. Ain’t no need to involve them. It ain’t gon’ do nothing but make her worry about you even more.”

We sat in silence for a moment, then it dawned on me.

“How was Kim able to call you to come get Savannah?” I eyed him.

A smirk appeared on his face as he kept his eyes on the road.

“You messed around with my neighbor?” I asked in disgust.

“Girl, that’s not a surprise.” Aja gagged.

“Aye, her old ass started chasin’ after me first. I let her suck me up a few times, but I only stuck her once.”

“You’re disgusting!” Me and Aja said in unison.

“Aye, don’t go talkin’ shit to me. I’m not the one out here making Pornhub videos.”

“Who’s making Pornhub videos?” Aja questioned.

“First of all, the nigga sent photos not videos.” I corrected him.

“Shit, that’s not what I’m talking about.” He shook his head with a disgusted look.

“What? Well, what are you talking about then?” I turned my whole body to look at him.

“You and that nigga EJ, that’s what I’m talking about. If you gon’ be fuckin around with my boy, y’all need to keep all that freak nasty shit to yourselves.” He shook his head again.

“He told you he recorded us?”

“Told me? Nigga, he played that shit for Rob's bitch ass when we had him tied up⁠—”

“What!” I shouted.

“Wait a damn minute. When the hell did all of this happen?” Aja had damn near jumped in the front seat with us.

I sat in shock, speechless.