Gio continued to cut up his steak and take bites like he didn’t hear what I said.
“I’m not giving you shit,” he finally said.
I tried to hold back my tears, but I couldn’t.
“Please, Gio…I have to go.”
He laughed. “You have nowhere to go. Where that nigga Love at? Has he come to get you? Has he called? That nigga is not thinking about you, you know why? Cause he knows where you belong. With me!”
“Love has been there watching and helping me build myself up after you. That man loves me.”
“That man,” Gio said through bites of his food, “will die if he shows up here.”
I tilted my head to the side, looking at him. Then I stood up and started to walk out of the kitchen.
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING?!” Gio yelled.
I didn’t respond. I just started to run through the living room and tried to get to the front door, and he tripped me, making me fall on the floor. I screamed out in pain and anger while grabbing my stomach, thinking about my baby.
Gio grabbed my arms and dragged me up the steps as I cried, screamed, and pleaded out loud for him to just let me go.
“I TOLD YOU! YOU ARE NOT GOING NO FUCKIN’ WHERE!” he yelled at me. “I AM YOUR HOME! I AM YOUR EVERYTHING!”
He pulled me into the room and tossed me on the floor, slamming the door behind him.
I crawled over to the door, but it was locked. I leaned against it and cried while I knocked over and over, asking him to please let me out.
After a while, he banged on the door.
“I’M NOT LETTING YOU THE FUCK OUT UNTIL YOU UNDERSTAND AND ACTUALLY TRY! THIS DINNER WAS THE FIRST TIME YOU TRIED A DAMN THING! YOU ARE NOT LEAVING ME, ISLAH!”
I crawled over to the bed, lay down, and cried some more.
I should have known not to trust him.
I was starting to feel hopeless. I wanted to leave so bad and didn’t know what to do next.
I needed Love.
I wanted Love.
I knew Love was coming to get me… I just didn’t know how he was gonna find me, and that scared me.
Chapter 12
Getting Ready
Katie finally gave me the green light and told me that she could keep Amir for me. That same day, after dropping Amir off at her crib, I was getting a rental and letting Sammy know I was on the way to him.
Keith was steady callin’ my phone, but I didn’t have time to talk, and to be honest, anything else we needed to talk about didn’t need to be said over the phone.
Sammy had his shop closed, but the door was unlocked. I walked straight in and headed to the back.
“’Bout time you got here,” he said low.
I smirked. “I had to get the rental.”
I walked over to the table he was standing at, and he had a few guns pulled out.
