Page 4 of Finesse
“They’re in the oven, Ms. Avoiding the Damn Question.” Hayley folded her arms.
I sigh and shake my head. “I don’t care why he’s back in town. Clearly, he has unfinished business here and I will not stand in his way of doing…” I gesticulate. “…whatever the hell he’s doing.”
“You know his unfinished business is you.” Hayley shrugs and goes back to baking cookies.
That may be the case, but I’m not going to seek out the truth. He knows I’m in town and he doesn’t have to ask around about how I’ve been doing or what I’ve been up to. He was at the funeral; he knows exactly what’s up.
There’s also something different about Finesse that isn’t typical with a lot of white boys from the city of Buckhead. Finesse is famous for being infamous. Notorious is a more apt description.
Finesse is one of Atlanta’s most dangerous drug lords.
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When I think back to our relationship, I wonder about how everything played out. There was never a definitiveThis is how I knewmoment. Being honest with myself, I’ve always knew what Cameron did, even if I unconvincingly lied to myself about it.
So, how did a white boy become one of the city’s notorious drug dealers? I’m not entirely sure but the story goes something like this:
Finesse came from a wealthy background. His government name is Cameron Lucas Page and if anyone knows anything about Georgia politics, he’s the son of Senator Eric Page. It’ll be revealed why his father turns a blind eye to his son’s antics in a short while.
Both parents live in the home but it was the stereotypical fare found in a lot of wealthy families – Daddy’s out working, Mommy’s inside drinking, Daddy has numerous girlfriends while Mommy knows and keeps silent because she likes the lifestyle and she’s not going to give up her Bentleys and Blahniks for a young forgettable ho.
Somewhere in the mess, kids are born, nannies and cooks are hired, and all is well for the annual Christmas card picture with their dogs and matching outfits. Wash, rinse, and repeat.
Of course, wealthy white boys with access to endless money and never know how the wordno, tend to get bored and often, get into a lot of trouble. Cameron was no different.
Cameron was friends with Zion, who had an affiliation with a local gang. Sometimes Cameron would hang out with Zion while he was with his gang friends. Cameron often saw numerous drug transactions take place and was allegedly offered an ‘in’ to participate.
He got the street name Finesse by how he easily he did things. It was as if he didn’t even have to try; he just did it. Negotiating? Easy. Various pick-ups with no problems? Done. Threatening to take out an entire family, with child included? Wouldn’t even blink.
And somehow, I ended up being his.
Book II
Past
One
We met at a nightclub some years ago when I was almost 21 and he was already in the streets at 25. I was dancing with my girls, getting lit, and having a great time. And there he was – smooth as ever with a turtleneck and gold chain (a lethal combination, by the way) and an aura that told me he was boss.
“Girl, you see that white boy checking you out.” Hayley yelled to me over a trap beat.
How could I not notice him? He had dark brown hair that bordered on chestnut. He had sharp cheekbones that led to plump lips, and a wide, chiseled jawline. His lips had a natural, sensual curve as if he was always about to kiss someone or pursing his lips to keep them quiet. Maybe both.
His eyes stunned me; they weren’t quite brown but they weren’t grey or dark. The light brown with a golden hue. Everything about him announced to everyone who was in charge, even if they didn’t know who he was.
The way he looked screamedbored and richand I just know how those white boys are. You would think disposable income would make a guy get into legitimate hobbies like sailing, car collecting, and whatever else those bored assholes do.
He spelled trouble and I wasn’t quite sure if he was the good trouble.
“I see him.” I shrug it off. I know how a woman can appear thirsty to a first sight of interest. When guys know you’re thirsty, all they want to do is hit and that’s it.
“And?” Hayley shrugs. “You’re a grown woman.”
“I’m not a stupid woman.” I counter. I look back and see mystery man with his boys. There’s something a bit off about that whole set-up. It’s not too often where I see a white guy hanging out with a bunch of black dudes and he’s not a rapper or a basketball player.
He fits in a little too easily and I can’t explain why. I guess I’m waiting for the blaccent to come out.
“Girl, whatever.” Hayley headed to the bar and I followed her. We stand in line for a six-dollar water because I know they’re about to charge us for something that should be free. “You need to live a little, Tay. All you do is study.”
