I threw my hands up.
“I think you need to move around, ain’t shit over here.”
He wouldn’t take that as an answer.
“Come on, I know it be here, or your man!”
Bully stepped in between me and him, but then, a voice came from behind me.
“You fuckin’ with the wrong one,” Gio said low but loud.
Me and Bully moved outta the way, giving Gio all the space. He walked up on the nigga, looking around like he was looking for somebody.
“You need to go ahead and take that shit to the other side of town. It’s nothing on this side for you,” Gio said, taking a sip of green juice.
“Man, come on, I’m good for it.”
“What do you want? Green juice? Ain’t shit else over here but niggas and my girl, and the way your hand is shaking, I don’tknow if you are nervous or fiening… You should worry ‘bout that.”
The man looked at Gio, Bully, and me before walking off.
“You good?” Gio asked me.
I nodded. “Yeah. What was up with that?”
“I don’t know, but I know I saw that nigga before.”
“You want me to keep watch?” Bully asked.
“Nah, I’ma take it in. Tell niggas be careful out here tonight.”
Gio grabbed his bag and my hand, leading me to the passenger seat of my car. Gio got in and just stared out of the window. That nigga was staring like he had X-ray vision or some shit.
“What is wrong?” I asked.
He snapped out of it.
“Nothing, baby…nothing.”
I knew he was lying, but I let it go and sat back as he drove us home. Gio rushed me inside, and once we were in, he kept checking the windows like he was a crackhead.
I stood back watching him and was getting worried.
Finally, he sat down, and I went and sat beside him, pulling him to lay between my legs so I could rub his head as he smoked.
“Baby, what do you need from me?”
Gio blew out some smoke and softly rubbed his thumb on my thigh.
“Pray for your nigga, baby. I think niggas after me…”
Chapter 6
Gut Feelin’
The streets fucked with my work, so much that it took me no time to need to re-up again. I cut off my alarm and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my forehead. I had a lot on my plate. Planning a special way to tell Islah about the house, I still needed to buy a ring, and now I had to re-up again.
I looked behind me, and Islah was still asleep, just rollin’ over. I picked my phone up off the nightstand and sent Loc a message. Before I could put my phone down, the nigga was texting me, telling me to come through in an hour. I got outta bed, hopped in the shower, and got dressed. By the time I was walking back into the room, Islah was waking up.
