August Alsina
Ave walked around tha store gettin' everything she needed fa tonight while I talked on tha phone. I kept my voice low enough fa her not to hear me.
"His full name is Brice Oliver Knightington. Birthday is March 17, 1992. Daddy deceased, but his momma ain't. She his pride and joy. You already know his address. No brothers or sisters. Drug dealer. Ain't shit. Look like shit. And apparently loves to beat women."
I listened ta Ro tell me tha information they found on him.
When I told my people I had somebody I had ta handle, Ro was all for it, considering he neva liked Oliver.
Flamboyant ass middle name.
"Aiight bruhh. Find a spot. We gone deal with this nigga soon. 'Preciate it bruhh."
"No problem, Aug."
He said befo' I hung up. Ave turned around ta speak but she closed her mouth when my phone rung again.
"Waddup, Cha?"
"Hey, August. What you doing?"
"Grocery shoppin'."
"With? Cause I know you ain't by yourself."
I laughed a bit.
"A person, Cha. Damn."
"I wanna meet ha when y'all come down here. The girls miss you and they wanna dress up for Halloween. They want you included."
"What they dressin' up as, cause I'a be damned if they think Ima wear a dress wit 'em."
She started laughin on tha otha end.
"Whatever, August. And they're dressing up as 'Grease.'"
"How they kno 'bout that movie?"
"They used ta watch it with Mel."
I nodded my head.
"Oh." I said, memorizing that was one'a his favorite movies.
I saw an employee walk up and start talkin' ta Ave. She sighed at his presence.
"When y'all coming down? You know Halloween almost hea."
"I know. I gotta see if she wanna come, so I'll get back at cha'."
I said while walking up ta Ave and watchin' her converse.
"Alright. Bye Aug."
"Bye Cha. Kiss my nieces fa me." I said befo' hangin' up.
"You should give me your number." He said ta Ave.
"No, thank you." Avery said, keeping her attention on tha sauces.
"Aw, don't make me beg." He said, clearly not knowin' what tha fuck 'no' meant.
She let out a breath and looked at him, annoyed. "My boyfriend wouldn't like that." She smiled.
"Your boyfriend don't let you have fri--"
"Is thea' a problem babyeh?" I walked up behind Avery and wrapped my arm around her waist.
"No, babe. No problem." She said, catchin' on ta what I was doin'.
"Dis nigga hea' botherin' you?" I asked, lookin' at him.
"I'm fine babe." She said to me, biting her lip to keep from laughin.
"This is my boyfriend I was telling you about." She told him.
