“No, I don’t find it weird.” She set her glass down on my nightstand then took my hands into hers. “Kinley, Travie is a man from the hood, and one who likes you. I’m sure he was fed up with Brandon’s ass, just like I am and you should be. So he reacted like a hood nigga would. Now if you want a man who is all buttoned up and only talks things out, get you one. But that man is not Travie. He handles shit with his fists and a gun.”
