“What the fuck don’t y’all get?” I shouted. I was getting tight, but trying to stay calm. “I’m not leaving here without her.”
“How you gonna get her?” Kronic asked, looking dead at me. “You said she told you to your face she got a man?—”
“I don’t give a fuck what she said!” I said, cutting him off quick. “I’m not letting her let us go like that.”
Bully sucked his teeth, lookin’ at Kronic like I lost my mind. “This nigga sounds crazy.” Then he looked back at me. “Nigga, she don’t want you.”
I was up before I even thought about it.
My fist connected with his mouth, snapping his head to the side.
Bully came right back at me, but Kronic jumped between us, pushing him back.
“Nah, move, Kronic,” Bully said, wiping his lips, eyes locked on me. “That nigga needs his ass whopped, that’s his fuckin’ problem.”
“Nigga, fuck you!” I snapped. “You can get the fuck on and let me do what I need to do.”
Kronic turned from him and stepped toward me, closing the space between us.
“What you gotta do?” he asked, voice low but serious, “Go back to jail? Over a bitch that told you to leave her the fuck alone?”
I didn’t say shit. I just stared at him.
“You need to face that shit,” he kept going. “You fucked a good thing up. And now, she got a better nigga.”
That word echoed.
Better.
I let out a laugh, but it was empty.
“A better nigga,” I said, looking at him like he was stupid. “You really believe that?”
Bully wiped the blood from his lip, still ready to crash. “She looked at that nigga like yo ass never existed.”
That did it. Everything inside me was ready to boil over.
“Mannn, fuck y’all. Like I said, y’all can get the fuck.”
“This nigga tryin’ to die behind this girl,” Bully stated.
“I’ll kill behind her,” I shot back.
Kronic and Bully shook their heads at each other.
“Do you think killin’ her nigga is gonna make her come back to you? Actually, use ya head and not ya dick, nigga,” Bully shot back.
I shook my head with a smirk on my face.
“This is the most clear I ever thought.”
They stared at me for a second, then walked outta the room. I smiled to myself and rolled up, happy to finally be alone.
Once the smoke hit the air, I pulled out my phone again, searching her page again, and it was still dry. I slammed the phone on the couch beside me. I smoked that whole blunt while thinking about where Islah was and who she was with, when I had a thought.
I smiled and hopped up, grabbed my phone and the keys, and walked out of the hotel. When I got to the car, I saw Kronic sitting on the hood and Bully leaning against the car, eating a sub.
“Y’all can either hop inside or call y’all a ride.”
