“Damn, which one for me?” I asked.
“Which one you need?”
“Shiiidd…I like the way that ARP did last time.”
He nodded and picked it up off the table.
“Take it. Anything else?”
I looked over his lil’ room and grabbed some extra bullets.
“Nah, I’m straight with this.”
He dapped me up before walking me to the door.
“Be careful out there nigga, bring ya girl home.”
I nodded my head as I walked out. “By any means.”
I hopped back in the rental, made my way home, and ran inside.
I needed to pack my bag and grab something I thought Islah might have wanted. I was in the middle of making sure the house was locked up when I heard a knock at the door.
I finished up checking the rooms upstairs, then ran down the steps to see Keith, Kenya, Deja, Renee, and Sammy standing at the door.
“What the fuck are y’all doing here?” I asked as I opened the door.
They all walked in.
“Listen, I don’t give a fuck what you say, as your niggas, we can’t let you do this mission dolo,” Keith said.
“And we want to be there for our girl,” Kenya expressed.
I shook my head. “Kenya, this ain’t gonna be no calm shit, and Keith, Sammy, I told y’all niggas I was good.”
Everybody nodded their heads.
“So the truck unlocked?” Kenya asked.
“Yeah, let’s go check that,” Keith added.
They all ignored what the fuck I said.
I shook my head and finished checking the house before I walked back out to them.
“We are not stopping anywhere. Since all y’all going, all y’all gonna drive,” I let them know as I hopped in the driver’s seat.
“Let’s do it, it’s time for Islah to come home,” Deja added.
They all hopped in, and I pulled outta my driveway. Before we hit the interstate, we stopped at the corner store. I grabbed some blunts while the girls got some snacks.
As I drove, we all talked about how much of a clown Gio was, but then that shifted to how much we missed Islah and wondered how she was holding up physically and mentally.
“I just hope she knows I’m coming for her,” I expressed in the middle of their conversation. “I don’t want her to think I’m not coming for her.”
“I feel that,” Sammy said. “Islah’s smart. She knows how you move about her.”
Everybody in the car agreed.
