In His Hood.

Chapter Twenty Six - One Week Later.

- One Week Later -

PICTURE OF CHARACTERS ABOVE / TO THE SIDE.

Jordan's P.O.V

After shit got a bit more settled at the trap an' Avery slowly coming back to his old self it was finally time for me to head on off.

Making my way out of our Miami condo an into my car I sighed lightly knowing shit would be a bit awkward.

Zuri an' I never really talked even though we were both so close to Avery.

Knowing where she came from made me think that maybe she was just like the others.

Fucking any nigga with a pulse an' money - To me she was just another stripper.

That's until Avery told me a little about her background an' the way she was raised.

I felt bad for the girl after hearing about her past.

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Quickly making it into the parking lot an' out the car, I made it on out an towards the building she stayed in.

"The fuck this nigga done got my ass into." I whispered to myself while running my hand through my hair.

Making my way on inside an onto the last floor I quickly found her room number, ringing the door bell.

"Who is it?" I heard her humble voice speak.

"Jordan." I yelled out while taking my hand out from my pockets. "Open up."

She slowly opened the door as if she'd been hiding something.

"What's up?" I made it on inside watching as she led us both further into the house.

"When did you get in?" She questioned. "Jordan this is Bry--"

"Bryson M. Coleman." I assured them both letting them know I already knew what was up.

"Yeah." Zuri spoke in disbelief as Bryson stood to his feet.

"How you know my name?" He mugged me.

"I know a lot of shit." I assured him nonchalantly. "An' I also know that yo' ass don't belong in here - Didn't Ave tell yo' ass not to speak to this nigga no more?" I focused on Zuri.

"He was just stopping by to see if I was okay."

"That's what I'm here for." I glared at her for a quick second. "Now tell that nigga it's time to go."

I watched as she focused towards Bryson as fear filled her face.

I made my way away from them both an' towards the couch calling up Avery.

I knew he would be livid over the fact that the same nigga he planned on killing was still trying to fuck around an' get his girl.

"What's up J - You good my nigga?"

He answered on the first ring.

"I'm coo'." I assured him. "But I'm not sure you gone be after I tell you this bullshit."

"What done happened now?" He quickly questioned.

"I'm here checking on yo' girl, an' all of a sudden that punk ass nigga comes out after her."

"What?!" I could hear the anger in his voice. "Put her ass on the fucking phone now!"