They all nodded.
“I like that plan,” Keith added.
I looked around at all of them.
“I am doing this alone. Keith and Sammy, if you want to be on standby, then get a rental when we touch down, but I’ma be in them streets looking for him alone.”
“Can I ask why you don’t want help?” Deja asked.
“Because this is a fight between me and him. Having my niggas with me is cool and all, but I can take him and any nigga that pull up with him alone.”
My niggas told them I wasn’t joking.
After breakfast, we hopped back in the car, and Sammy drove. I rolled up, checked on work, and talked with Katie to see if Amir was okay.
I had a lot on my plate, but I was holding it all together. My calm demeanor was a front for the way I was gonna let shit off when I saw Gio, and I couldn’t wait.
Chapter 13
Mental Fight
Islah had me fucked up! How dare she tell me that she didn’t want me after all the fuckin’ effort I was putting in.
I’ve been on the block day and fucking night to take her shopping and to make sure she had all that she wanted and needed, and she is still trying to tell me that I am not enough, and then on top of that, I have that bitch ass nigga Love calling my phone.
I am tired of all this shit.
She needs to let that nigga go!
I need her to let that nigga go so we can move on with our lives. I don’t give a fuck what I told her. I was never gonna let her leave.
She’s better off killing me before I ever let her live without me.
I paced my room with my Glock in my hand. I wanted to stand in the hallway and let rounds go at her door, but I knew that shit would hurt me more than anything else in the world.
I left her in that room for a day or two; listening to her knock and asking to be let go was getting to me a lil’ bit.
I didn’t want her to be crying or sad. I wanted her to be happy with me, starting over the way I should have when I got outta jail. But she continued to fight me.
I would go in there to take her food, and she would try to run out or fight me to leave, making me get outta character.
I left her alone for the day and didn’t take her anything—no food, no water. I didn’t even peek into the room before I left the house, but when I got home, I brought her some Chinese food and some tea.
After I unlocked the door, I knocked before I walked in.
“Hello, Islah,” I said softly. “I brought you some food.”
She took it from me and didn’t say anything to me.
Her eyes and nose were red and swollen from crying, and her hair was all over her head in a way that I had never seen before.
“Have you calmed down enough for us to talk?”
She looked up at me from her containers of food.
“What do we have to talk about, Gio?”
“Maybe the fact that you are not giving us a real chance.”
