The movers looked back and forth at each other, then the nigga in charge smiled at me like that was supposed to comfort me. “Send the address to the number on the card.”
I nodded.
“It’s a storage unit, I just bought it.”
He nodded back. “I get it, we have that happen a lot.”
I looked at him after that comment, and he walked off.
I walked back into the bathroom and kept scrolling on his phone through their messages until I found what I needed.
Both of them were gonna see me.
Chapter 11
Tried IT
The movers and cleaners took all day to finish, but once they were done, I was standing in an empty apartment with a heavy heart full of mixed emotions.
I took time and looked through Gio’s phone, really reading the messages, looking at his photo album. I was all over his phone, even in messages to another woman. I laughed to myself to keep from crying. But Gio had me fucked up.
I took one more look around the place and walked out, looking at the door behind me. As I was walking down the steps, I heard my name being called, and it was Bully waving me over. I was going to ignore him, but I decided I would question him, which would help me decide my next move.
“You got it all done?” he asked as I got closer.
I nodded. “Yeah, but I want to ask something… Why was that crackhead at court today?”
Bully paused. “I don’t know, man, that shit was crazy. Has she been by today?”
I shook my head. “Nah, she hasn’t. You sure she’s a crackhead?” I asked, looking him in his eyes, being very direct.
Bully didn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, fosho, she’s a crackhead. She liked Gio’s work and was scared to ask you; I got her right, tho.”
I nodded. “Nigga, you a whole lie.” Bully looked at me, shocked.
“Girl, nobody is lying to you.”
I chuckled. “You know what? I’m actually glad that Gio is locked up and you can’t call him.” I pulled out Gio’s phone and showed him a picture of the girl and him together. “She sent this to the phone today.”
I know if Bully wasn’t so black, you could have seen the blood drain from his body with the look he gave me.
“Now, Bully, I’ma ask you this. Who was that bitch?”
Bully exhaled.
“That’s T, or Trina, we called her T so you would never catch on. Gio was getting his work from her.”
I wanted to swing on him, but my issue wasn’t with him.
“Was Gio fuckin’ her?” I asked. I knew the answer already, I just wanted to see what his right-hand nigga would say to me, but he didn’t answer me. He paused with his mouth wide open, then closed it.
This time, I couldn’t stop the tears. They started streaming down my face as I nodded and walked back down the steps to my car.
I pulled out of the parking lot, wishing I could go to that jail and talk with Gio, but I couldn’t do that. I was driving around the city, mind lost, and decided to go back to the hotel, when I came to a red light and looked down at my phone. The message I sent to myself with that girl’s information was sitting in my notifications.
I stared at it for a minute, then tapped it. My car started reading me the directions just as the light turned green. I stared at the green light, weighing my options, knowing damn well that whatever I choose, I’m well protected. I bussed a right and followed the GPS to that bitch’s house and pulled up in her driveway.
I killed the engine but didn’t get out right away.
