Jio stepped closer. “Like what?”
“You know…about the G’s on the money and stuff. I had to school her.”
Jio could’ve yolked her up but he was working on being a better man so instead he told her, “Lose my number shorty.”
Her smile disappeared. “Because I met your girlfriend? I don’t give a fuck about her.”
Jio didn’t need her to because that was his job. “That’s cool, just don’t hit my line no more.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Are you serious?”
“Very,” he nodded and proceeded to walk away.
She grabbed his arm to halt his steps. “What is that young hoe doing for you that I’m not?”
Jio stroked his beard. “Actually, she’s older than me, and she don’t have to do nothing. That’s the difference between her and all of y’all but stay blessed, sweetheart.” He gave her the real before walking away.
By the time he got to Nina’s building, his irritation was heavy until he realized it fear. Jio didn’t want to lose his baby. She was the love of his life and now the real reason for her distance had been revealed. The thought of Nina slipping away made him incredibly anxious. He wasn’t about to lose his baby over a hoe that he used to fuck back in the day.
His biggest fear was that she would wake up one day and realize that she could live without him.
He walked into her building like he lived there and the concierge stood after recognizing his face.
“Good evening, Mr. Gotti.”
Jio nodded toward the elevator. “You’re about to tell me that she took me off the list again?” he concluded.
The concierge hesitated. “I’m sorry, sir. I can’t send you up without authorization.”
Jio stared at him for a long moment. The man looked like he wanted to evaporate.
Finally, Jio gave him a knowing nod.
“All good, buddy.”
He left but came right back after a quick solo smoke session in his car to calm his nerves.
“Call her.”
The concierge was confused. “Sir?”
“Buzz her unit.”
He did as he was told but Nina didn’t pick up.
“Is she home?”
“Not too sure, sir.”
Jio took a seat on the bench. Five minutes later, he approached the desk and asked him to buzz her again. No answer.
Ten minutes passed and he asked, “Again.”
The concierge buzzed again.
