Those words hit different, not in a bad way. I just haven’t had friends in a long time that weren’t connected to a nigga that Gio knew.
We kept talking and sharing stories until the food came out, and a group of niggas stopped by our table trying to spit game.The night kept going. I learned who was who, who talked too much at work, and who stayed in drama. It wasn’t deep shit, but enough to know who to fuck with and who not to at work, and that’s what I needed.
By the time we left, I wasn’t tense; my body felt lighter, like I could actually breathe. We stood outside for a minute, saying our goodbyes and exchanging numbers.
“Our next day off, we gonna take you out for a girls’ day,” Deja yelled while Kenya and Renee agreed.
I smiled as I walked to my car.
“Listen, tell me where, and I’m there. I need that.”
We parted ways after that, and I slid into my car, closing the door and pulling out of the parking lot.
When I got home, I stumbled my ass to the shower with a smile on my face. After getting comfortable, I laid out my clothes for the next day and saw the girls had already added me to a group chat.
I grabbed me a snack, some wine, tuned it to one of my shows I needed to catch up on, and chatted with the girls. I was in the middle of responding to Deja when I got a call.
I stared at the screen for a minute, recognizing that the number was the same number that Gio had called me from before. I sucked my teeth as I picked up.
“Gio! Please stop calling me. We are over. I’m done. I’m not waiting for you.”
The line was silent for a few seconds, then I heard a chuckle.
“I’ll be seeing you soon, my love,” he said.
His words and his tone sent a shiver down my spine. Before I could respond, the nigga hung up.
I stared at my phone for a minute and took a deep breath, a lil’ worried, Gio didn’t sound the way he normally did. I took a sip of wine to calm my heart from racing and to try to stop my mind from spinning, and then I thought about it.
I’m in Atlanta, that nigga is locked the fuck up. And then I laughed to myself. Nobody from Cali that fucked with him knew where I was. There was no way for that nigga to get to me.
Chapter 18
Gio
For the first time in weeks, I slept better than I did in jail, even though it was on the floor; the bitch didn’t even give me the couch. I sat up, checked my phone; it was still early as hell, but I needed to hit the block.
I had no money, and the last thing I wanted to worry about was giving a nigga his shit back when I was trying to get my girl back.
I got the idea to call Kronic. I knew that nigga would front me some, but then I thought of something else.
I hopped in the shower quick and got myself together, found my Glock, and rushed outta of the house.
I was in a good mood when I left the crib, went through the hood, said wussup to some old heads, then pulled up on Trina.
That bitch owed me.
I parked and walked up to her door; after knocking, I stood to the side a lil’ bit.
“Hello?” she said, as she came to the door, looking out, not seeing anybody.
She then opened the screen door, and I rushed inside, pushing her back. She looked fucked up, her ribs were wrapped, and she had a cane.
“Who fucked you up?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes. “Your girl.”
I nodded with a smile; I was damn proud of Islah.
