Ava Bonetti

Ava Part 38

Los end up staying with her all night attending hot her wounds. He fed her, if you call take out feeding, he even helped out with Harlem. This went on for a few . She didn't know if it was out of guilt or what but hell, he'd done much more with Harlem than Amari had. She knew it wasn't fair to blame Amari for working but it was only so much she could take. "Los- I got it," she giggled as he held her arm when she began walking down the hall. Today was the day Los finally let her get out of bed. He had Harlem curled in his right arm snoring lightly as he helped her with his other. "Whatever you say mama," he said letting her go. She stumbled abit, her legs still wobbly. He smacked his teeth and held her arm again. "I told you Ma," he groaned. "But I'm tired of getting help Losi," she whined. She'd been calling him that for days now, originally it was to tease him, since she got a kick out of making him mad but now it was just her nickname for him. He didn't like it, but it had grown on him. "I know ma, but if you wobbling you need it. You'll get it in time though ma, I promise," he said kindly. She looked over at him. She couldn't help but take notice in this sweet side he was revealing of himself, to her of all people. Damn, he's fine. Him and Amari were identical to the tee. Los just has a hardcore, boss demeanor about himself. Amari was just sweet, you couldn't tell that from far off but once he opened his mouth you could. Los matched her bad ass personality. Yet she knew she could never in her life go there, that was after all, Amari's twin brother. "Why you staring at me like that?" He asked curiously. She looked away and rolled her eyes. "My legs are getting better," she said removing her arm from his. She kept walking, getting the hang of it. "Here you go acting like that again," he warned. She snapped her head back over at him. "Like what?" She asked. "Like a bitch," he said. She was over at him in a few seconds. "Call me another bitch in front of my son Los, I dare you," she said putting her finger in his face. He mushed her hand. "You must don't learn," he said, eyes narrowing with a deadly look. She knew this "nice" Los wouldn't last only for so long.  "I guess I don't," she said all up in his face. "Get out of my face before I smack the shit outta you," Los warned. "Do it then Los, I dare you," she said again. He bit down hard on his bottom lip and look down at his sleeping nephew. "You need to grow the fuck up," he warned before turning to go put him in bed. "Yeah whatever, pussy ass nigga," she spat walking down stairs toward her kitchen.