Aria and Aubrey { A TLS} : Book Two

Chapter Six: Face The Facts

**Aubrey’s POV**

**Saturday Afternoon**

It was one-thirty in the afternoon and Miguel and I just got done making a drop to one of the lawyers down at the courthouse. Of course they were surprised to see me, but we kept it strictly business. Nothing more, nothing less. As Miguel and I walked back towards the hotel, we talked about how we thought the tattoo party was going to turn out.

“I’m thinking about putting one of those fine ass girls on my arm man, I mean the ones that are really curvy and have huge tits. Wouldn’t you want something like that?”  

I looked at Miguel and laughed. “Man, ain’t nobody thinking about putting some bitch on their arm. I’m gonna keep my shit simple and neat, with Ezabel’s name tatted right above my heart.”

“That’s nice man, real nice, but what else? You know how some of these parties are Drizzy. They can last for maybe hours upon hours on end. I think that maybe we should both get three tattoos each. What you think?” Miguel and I crossed the street and continued walking. I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my dark blue jeans, the sleeves of my jersey shirt from my Worst Behavior video, flapping against the breeze. My all black snap back fit snug against my head.

“Man, I don’t know. I don’t think I have enough space for three tatts on my body. My back is all tatted up, my shoulders and my one of my sides. I’m planning on putting Ezabel’s name above my heart...so I guess I only have room for one tattoo.” Miguel nodded in understanding.

“So who are you going to make that to?”

I thought for a minute about that. I know it had to be important, and it also had to mean something..

“You know what? I’m actually going to make it a quote to remind myself of what I used to have. Of when I was actually happy.”

Miguel stopped walking and raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what would that be?”

I thought pensively for a few seconds. “You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.”

Miguel looked impressed. “That’s deep nigga. Real deep.” I nodded and smirked.

“I know, but it’s true. Especially for what I've been through.”

“Oh, what happened?”

We began walking again and I shook my head. “Just what always happens. The guy fucks up and the girl leaves him.”

“Ah, seems like you really love her then? When you talk about her your whole mood just shifts.”

We crossed another street and  were a few minutes away from the hotel. There was a crisp breeze and let my whole body feel it. I didn’t want to get into personals with Miguel, but I feel like he’s more of my nigga than anyone else in our group.

“Yeah. I guess I’m just on edge because we’re in the same city that I met her in. I know I probably won’t see her, but still it leaves me a little nervous.”

Miguel cleared his throat and stopped walking in front of me. “Drake. Let me ask you a honest to God question, iight?”

I nodded and put my hands deeper in my pockets. “Y-Yeah. Sure.”

“You still love the hell out of her don’t you?”

“Well, I mean-”

“Nigga, answer the damn question.”

“Yes nigga I do. So what? I’m not going to get her back iight? I fucked up, I got that. She’s not going to want to speak to me ever again, matter of fact, she hasn’t spoken to me in two years nigga. Two.”

“Maybe she was just waiting for you to get your head out of your ass and chase after her. Did you ever think about that?” Miguel glowered.

I sucked my teeth. “Nah, I’m not about to chase after no one. If she really wanted me back so knows where I live and my number. I know I did wrong but damn...a nigga gotta do everything.”

Miguel smacked the side of my head. “YES, NIGGA, YOU SUPPOSED TO.”

I pushed him and fixed my snap back. “Nigga, fuck you. You don’t know how this feels iight? I felt like the world just crumbled when she left. She was the one who said not to talk to her, not to call her or see her. I had to respect that. Even if I didn't want to.” I started walking past him towards the front of the hotel.

“It doesn’t matter Drake!” I heard him yell to me.

“FUCK YOU.” I gave him the finger and walked into the lobby. This is why I don’t tell niggas my personal shit in the game like this. Then they try to sit up there and act like they know what the fuck I’m talking about, when in all actuality all they know about is these hoes out here. Fuck that. I’m just going to keep my shit to myself from now on. I’ll deal with these feelings on my own.

I went up to the floor where all of our  rooms where. I spotted Tyga and Trey in the hallway, speaking in hushed tones. When I came up to them they stopped talking.

“Wassup?” I dapped both of them up.

“Nothing son. Just talking about the party. Abel needs us to take care of some business.” Trey said.

“What business?” I raised an eyebrow. Don’t tell me we have to make another drop…

“We have to get some information from one of the niggas that supposed to be going to the party. Abel wants us to get that information at any and all costs. You down?”

I rubbed my chin. “Depends. What information we need?”

Tyga spoke up this time. “Abe said we need information about who’s trying to creep on our customers. One of the guys who’s a part of the group is gonna be there. Apparently, this group has niggas all around the states.”

I nodded. Niggas was fuckin’ with my money, and I couldn’t have that. “Yeah, iight. When we gettin’ him? As soon as we get there?”

“Yeah son.”

“Iight. Let me know when you have him.”

“Actually...Abel wants you to head the whole thing.”

My eyes widened. Any time someone was messing with our group, it was always Abel who fucked them up. Always. I nodded my head slowly. “Iight, gotchu.”

Holy Shit.