A Hood Fairytale: Ayce & Ava Read Free

huh?”
    “I have some business to take care of, so I gotta go,” I said.
    “Aredi, dought wi were spending di day togeda?”
    “Not today, Fahim.”
    His dick bobbed up and down as he got off the couch and walked over to me.
    “Tell mi wat yuh a tinking,” he said making me look at him.
    “All that love shit you talking I ain't down with. I just want a nut, nothing more, nothing less and I told you that from the beginning.”
    “Dat was seven monds ago. I dought wi were past dat.”
    “No, looks like your past that.”
    My heart still belonged to Ayce and even though he can't see it right now, we were going to be together one day.
    He looked into my eyes and all I could see was rage, but I am Duce's daughter so I ain't never scared.
    “Well ramp yuh to sketel.”
    I laughed at him as I walked out the door. Poor baby whipped over this pussy.
     

Chapter 3
    Mia
     
    Me playing the role of a weak bitch was becoming harder and harder, because I was far from weak. My name is KaMia Michelle Douglas, a 26-year-old, caramel bombshell that uses what I have to get what I want. My father, Lovell 'Mook' Douglas, God rest his soul, was a Boss. The streets bowed down to his every command until he was killed.  I was only 6 at the time and didn't understand why my daddy had left us. I remember sitting by the window in our three-bedroom house in Shaker, waiting for him day after day, until one day the police came knocking at our door, telling my mother my daddy was found dead in an abandoned house on Lakeside.  They say he died of an overdose, but my mother knew he was killed ‘cause my daddy didn't do drugs. I cried my eyes out when my mother told me that my daddy was dead. My brother, who is only a year older than me, acted like it didn’t faze him, but I knew it hurt him as well. 
    My mother raised me and my brother the best she could. We had to move out of our house in Shaker and into a tiny apartment off Hough in Cleveland. I hated living in the hood and wished we could move back to Shaker. My mother worked three jobs and a couple of nights a week, I’d see random niggas leaving from her room at all times of the night, so no doubt she was turning tricks. Some days my brother and I didn't even have food. The kids at school made fun of us because our clothes were always dingy and our shoes were too small, or had holes in them. My brother started hustling when he turned 16 to help my mom out around the house. He was bringing in hella money and my mother quit two of her jobs. Everything was everything until he got locked up and my mother and I were back at square one. But, soon my brother would be home and I am glad because I am growing tired of playing little miss housewife, and more than ready to see the Cummings get what's coming to them.
    I have been married to Duce for two years now and I am ready to put my plan in to motion. This spoiled bitch, Ava had me all the way fucked up. She walks around acting like she is untouchable because she is Duce's daughter, but I’mma show her ass she ain't as untouchable as she thinks , I thought as I eased myself down in the hot bath water. I had to take a bath before I went the fuck off. The way I see it, me and my brother should have had all the shit Ava grew up with, but Duce saw fit to end my daddy's life just to move up in rank. Ava and Duce had no idea the shit I was about to unleash on them. My family and I would have the last laugh. Don't believe me just watch.
    Getting out of the tub, I went into my room and rubbed lotion on my body. I didn't have anything planned for the day and I felt like shopping, so I decided to hit up my little cousin, Jasmine to see if she wanted to roll with me. She was a key part of my plan and I have to make sure she was down for what I needed her to do.
    “Hey mama,” she said answering the phone.
    “I'm about to hit up the mall, you wanna roll?”
    “Yeah, I'm game because Man Man and Octavia are with their daddies and I could use a little