Ava Bonetti

Ava Part 37

Ava

"I love you," she whispered before pecking Harlems temple as he snores soundly in her arms. She went and laid him in his second bassinet, the one inside her room that was placed near the bed. She rarely put him in  his first bassinet that was in his room, she was a little too attached to let him sleep in there. She stare at him after she laid him down. He was so precious. He was her everything. Even at her most depressing states she loved him more than herself. She never thought you could love a human being so much. Suddenly, there was a doorbell ring. She looked toward her doorway then back at Harlem to make sure he was still sleeping. He was. He was such a light sleeper, a habit he'd stolen from Amari. She made her way out of the room and down the steps, toward the front door. It rang again. "Who is it?" She asked. "Open the fuckin door!" Los hissed. She opened it and eyed him with a screwed up expression. "Who the fuck you think you talking to?" She asked as he barged in, with three big built niggas on his heels. He went up the stairs. "Excuse you," she hissed following them. He ignored her and kept moving looking through the home. "Excuse yall!!" She hissed again. They continued to ignore her and search the home. "Los- get the fuck out before I have my uncles over here!" She finally barked. Los turned on his heels and got in her face. "Who the fuck you're talking to bitch? I'm not Amari!!!" He growled grabbing her neck, with the pair of coldest eyes. She punched him in his face. He grabbed her closer by her neck and flung her away from him. His strength, beyond her. His guards then jumped on her beating her up like a man until he yelled at them causing them to stop. "Who the fuck told y'all to do that?!?!!!!" He barked as she coughed hoarsely and moaned in pain. "We were following your league boss," one man admitted cowardly. "I don't give a fuck!!! That's my brothers bitch!!! Not a random bitch!!!!!" He barked angrily. He then took out his gun and cocked it. "Boss, please, boss we were following you-," POP! POP! POP! The three men were all dead. He made two phone calls and walked over to help Ava up. "Get up Ma," he coached. She hit his hands. "Don't fuckin touch me!" She growled back. "Calm down bitch!" He hissed. She mushed his face. "Get the fuck off me!!" She screamed in tears as he held her down. Los rolled his eyes and picked her up in his arms. He stepped around the dead body & pools of blood and got her to the nearest guest room. "Just relax, aight?" He asked placing her gently on the bed. She moaned in pain, she usually didn't fold after fighting but they'd put a beating on her. He slowly began to peel off her clothes and let out a breath eying the first purple bruises all over her chest and stomach. "Stupid ass niggas man!!!" He barked in frustration, scaring her. "Is it bad?" She asked wearily. "Yeah," he muttered before he went off into her bathroom. "Where's your first aid kit?" He asked. "Under the sink," she answered. He retrieved it and made his way over to her. "Can I- you know?" He asked tilting his head toward her lower body. "Yeah- just be careful, be careful," she moaned. He slowly took off her jeans and let out another strong breath. He left the room and came back with small bags of ice. He placed them on certain parts of her body. She started to shiver a little so he turned on the heat as he tend to her body with care.