Gio overpowered me and pushed it all the way open.
“Nah, you don’t need space, you might be trying something in here. Get out.”
Me and Gio stared at each other for a lil’ bit, then I walked out of the bathroom, and he led me back to the chair and told Carlos to tie me up.
“I don’t think she needs to be tied up,” Carlos said low, making Gio suck his teeth.
“Everybody in this room has so many fuckin’ opinions. Niggas want to be the one in charge and shit; let’s not forget who the fuck is in charge.”
“Nigga, we can hardly move, and your shit is starting to look infected,” Frog stated.
I looked at Gio’s arm, his leg, and his niggas’ wounds, and they were all fucked up in different ways.
“That’s another reason why she is here,” he said, looking at me.
I pointed to myself. “Another reason why I am here?”
Gio nodded. “Yeah, you are going to fix us up.”
I laughed to myself.
“I’m not doing shit.”
Gio cocked his gun at me. “If you want to leave this room alive, I expect you to do what I asked of you, cause like I said, baby girl, I love you, but if I have to kill you, then so fuckin’ be it at this point.”
I nodded slowly, not having anything else to say to that man. I took a deep breath and looked away from him and his niggas, trying to get myself together to get on Gio’s good side until Love found me…
I just prayed that Love would find me soon…
Chapter 2
Searching
Everybody in Kenya’s house stared at me once that line went dead.
“Where is she at?” Kenya asked.
I shook my head.
“Come on, nigga, what is the move?” Keith asked.
I shook my head again.
I didn’t know what to do, what move I needed to make first. That nigga hit me in a weak spot I have never been hit in before, and I didn’t know how to carry it.
I stared back at them for a second with no thought coming to my mind, just Islah’s face, her smile, her touch, my baby in her stomach.
“Yo!” Keith yelled out, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Nigga, what the fuck are we gonna do?! This nigga has Islah; this is not the time for you to fall the fuck back! You need to get the fuck out of your head and get your wife back!”
That’s why Keith was my right hand; that nigga got my blood boiling again.
I looked at my niggas.
“Come on,” I said, walking toward the door.
“Love!” Kenya yelled out behind me.
I stopped in my tracks, thinking she might have something to add that might lead us to that nigga.”
